Trafford’s Trading Club

"There are no signs of fighting here. Judging from the door lock... Ye Yan may really be in trouble."

Ma Zir couldn't help but frowned at the environment in the hut. He received a call from Ren Ziling late at night and hurried over.

"Lao Ma, don't you want to think of a way?"

Ma Houde walked to the window and looked at the situation on the street, and suddenly said: "You said he was monitoring the people in the unit building opposite, right?"

"Well, he is the bodyguard of Lin Geng, the former boss of Tianying Entertainment. I don't know the details."

Because they were two different systems, Ren Ziling could only choose to keep some content. It's just that the three of them have a close relationship in private, so it doesn't make sense not to say anything.

Ma Houde nodded and said: "Ye Yan is a very outstanding person. He will not let himself get into trouble easily. But since this happened here and others can't find it now, it is not ruled out that he is in danger..."

After saying this, Mahoude suddenly turned serious, "I have to tell you something, you'd better calm down."

"Say!" Ren Ziling was also quite straightforward.

Mahoude took a deep breath and said: "I also received the news today, from Lyon, France. They said that Ye Yan had been stopped and fired by Interpol last month and was included in the wanted list. Then Bian found his exit record and knew that Ye Yan was born in our country, so he notified us as soon as possible, hoping that we can pay more attention."

"What?" Ren Ziling was stunned and said in disbelief: "How is this possible? What did Ye Yan do?"

Ma Houde smiled bitterly and said: "If I knew, I wouldn't be so confused. To be honest, when I heard the news, I just threw the phone down. But they said it was their internal secret. Of course, they have no right. They mobilized us just to seek cooperation. To be honest, before I came here, I was looking for Ye Yan all day long. I never thought that he might be missing..."

"I'll look for him too," Ren Ziling said, "If Ye Yan is still in this city, I can always find him."

Ma Houde said, "Don't get involved in this matter. I'm afraid it involves more than just the surface. I am a member of the system, and with Lyon's request, my actions are much easier and more justified. You Wait for my news."

"I have no control over other people. Lao Ye's affairs are no one else's business!" Ren Ziling said angrily: "He is wanted!"

Ma Houde knew that it was completely impossible for him to persuade the other party, so he had to take a step back and said: "Then you promise me, we will both find it. No matter if you find it first, you will notify me as soon as possible. Next, you must contact him. Let me step in... If this matter goes wrong, it will cause international problems. You really can't be willful."

Ren Ziling nodded and said, "I'm not stupid. I still want to live my own life. I know what to do."

Ma Houde also knew that Ren Ziling was a person who told the truth, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay... By the way, you must not let Luo Qiu know about this matter. Apart from his father, Ye Yan is afraid that The person he admires most. This kid, I don’t want him to be unhappy.”

"You think I'm stupid! I'm more nervous than you!"

"Leave here first." Mahoude said quickly: "If anyone has been here before, they may come here again. Please don't come back to this house for a while. I will inform you if there is news."

"Um!"

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Fang Jiping returned home full of thoughts. It must have been much later in the evening than usual, but right now Fang Ruchang was still sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.

Fang Jiping didn't intend to talk to Fang Ruchang at the moment, he lowered his head and planned to walk back to his room.

"It's much later than usual. What did you do?" Unexpectedly, Fang Ruchang suddenly said at this moment.

Fang Jiping turned around and saw that Fang Ruchang was still reading the newspaper at this time, and said: "It's nothing, I just stayed outside for a while, thinking about something."

Fang Ruchang did not raise his head and said calmly: "It's okay to think about something. It's best to think clearly. For you, the most important thing now is the game. Don't let those irrelevant things affect you."

"I understand." Fang Jiping nodded, "I'll go back to the room first."

"Go. Get some rest early." Fang Ruchang continued to flip through the newspaper.

After returning to the room, Fang Jiping was a little irritable. He walked to his closet and took out a small box placed at the bottom of the closet.

Opening the box, there was an old rattle inside. Fang Jiping took out the small drum and held it in his hand, dazed.

"Mom, Mom, where are you? I'm so scared! The tiger baby is so scared... Wuwu..."

"Stop making noise! ​​If you make any more noise, I'll beat you to death! Little bastard, shut up!"

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"I'm hungry……"

"You little bitch! If you don't beg for enough money today, don't think about eating! If you don't beg for enough tomorrow, I will break your hand! Just like the one next to you, after breaking his foot, you can make more money!"

"don't want……"

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"From today on, you are my son, biological son, do you understand? I will give you the best food, the best clothes, and the best education, but there is only one requirement, and that is that you must never You cannot mention to others the fact that you were adopted by me. Remember, I can give you everything, and I can also take back everything from you and leave you with nothing!"

"I know, I know..."

…

Fang Jiping held the rattle in his hand vigorously. The memories that had long been blurred and gradually faded suddenly became clear this night. Scene after scene from yesterday played out in his mind one after another.

"Why don't you come out... I've obviously broken my throat by shouting... Is gambling money really more important than my children?"

Fang Jiping murmured to himself, pinched his eyebrows, and sat on the chair, savoring everything.

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…

Aunt Yang Ping's ID card has even expired.

But for Luo Qiu now, it is not difficult to find a room in a hotel for his aunt.

"At the age of thirteen, Fang Jiping won third place in the National Youth Violin Competition..."

"Fifteen……"

"Sixteen years old..."

The aunt listened to Luo Qiu's voice and words attentively, and listened to every detail of her son's past in her heart. She didn't dare to say a word, let alone talk to each other, because she was afraid that if she interrupted, she would interrupt not only what the other person said, but also what she could remember.

After listening, the aunt closed her eyes, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

From the perspective of the maid, it is natural that the master cannot do it himself. So the maid girl gently lifted the aunt's feet and put them down.

Next to him, Luo Qiu was opening the big gray-white cloth bag that Yang Ping had been carrying.

A stack of crumpled flyers. Not only had they been crumpled, they were probably also wet by the rain.

There were several steamed buns in the red plastic bag. One of them took a bite, and another smelled sour.

A small jar of white rice, a large stainless steel cup, and three sets of clothes. There are two sets for adults, one is thin and the other is thick. The third set is children's clothes.

A spoon, a small bottle of medicine with a few pills left, and a pair of worn-out cloth shoes.

There is also an embroidered purse, which contains some loose money, a few cents, a few yuan, ten yuan a piece.

A plastic comb with missing teeth, a hand-sized blurry but cracked small mirror.

The mobile phone is from a long time ago and there is no way to turn it on anymore.

Some medical bills.

A small notebook, also wet with water, had many phone numbers and addresses written on it.

These seem to have been the ups and downs of this lady in the past twenty years. (To be continued.)