Trafford’s Trading Club

In two hours, the banquet will begin.

Zhang Qingrui was busy greeting some guests who had arrived early.

Gu Yuezhai may only be a famous place in the antique world, but another industry belonging to the Zhang family is one that most wealthy people have to give in to.

"Miss, the Zhong family is here."

Shi Shijie reminded him softly next to Zhang Qingrui.

Zhang Qingrui nodded: "Uncle Shijie, please help me greet the other guests here. I will pick them up personally from the Zhong family."

Shi Shijie suddenly said: "Miss, the old lady said that if Mrs. Zhong comes, she will be taken to her."

Zhang Qingrui was stunned for a moment, then nodded and left. Miss Zhang, who was wearing a formal dress today, looked like a white lotus among the many colorful flowers in the banquet venue.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Shi? Long time no see!"

Suddenly someone behind him called Shi Shijie's name. He turned around and immediately put on a smiling face, looked at the visitor and said, "Mr. Wu, it's been a long time."

When Wu Qiubin arrived, he asked his secretary to hand over the congratulatory gift, and then took Shi Shijie to chat. Wu Qiubin glanced at the guest's sign-in form and suddenly said: "Mr. Shi, we have known each other for more than ten years. Mrs. Zhang always likes to be quiet. Although it is her birthday this time... but she has invited so many well-connected people at once. Man, brother, can you tell me, does the old lady have any other intentions?"

Shi Shijie said calmly: "The old lady does have some arrangements. But I will keep it a secret for now. Mr. Wu will know about it later."

"Okay then! I'll wait and see what good things happen." Wu Qiubin smiled, "You go ahead and I'll find someone."

"Walk slowly."

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"Turn off your phones."

Fang Ruchang gave the order in the room dedicated to the band's rest. Orchestra performance, especially this kind of classical music performance, requires very rigorous preparation.

Temporarily cutting off contact with the outside world, allowing the members to calm down and cultivate their emotions when playing, is naturally also a very important part.

Fang Ruchang walked up to the haggard-looking Fang Jiping at this time, sat down, and said calmly: "There are all respectable people outside, and your face gives people a bad impression."

Fang Jiping reluctantly put on a smile.

Fang Ruchang said: "Listen, it takes ten years of hard work off stage and ten minutes on stage. No matter how good you were in the past, if you fail once on the performance stage, all your previous efforts will be wasted. You can be confused or irritable. , but when you pick up the violin, you are just a violinist and nothing else."

Fang Jiping took a deep breath, patted the back of Fang Ruchang's hand and said, "Dad, don't worry, I know what to do."

He lowered his head and applied rosin to the violin bow, bit by bit very carefully.

Since he left because of money again... there is nothing to worry about.

Fang Jiping began to adjust his emotions. He turned off his phone, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about anything.

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"Tiger baby... tiger baby..."

Xiaoman woke up suddenly, but all he saw was the old woman lying on the hospital bed talking in her sleep.

She hammered her shoulder and stayed in the hospital for a day and a night. The doctor said that this aunt's physical condition was very poor. She had accumulated a lot of diseases over the years, and she also had tuberculosis.

Xiaoman didn't find anything useful in the cloth bag that the aunt was holding tightly even if she was drowning. Even the ID card was expired and could no longer be used.

She just knew that this aunt's name was Yang Ping. However, she did find some flyers in the bag, the flyer she got from the guy who posted the flyers downstairs.

Is it fate?

Xiaoman thought interestingly that she didn't expect that when she fell, she would meet this aunt who was looking for her son.

In twenty years, I have traveled to most of the country.

Xiaoman subconsciously grabbed the aunt's hand. There is an injury here. The doctor said it is a new injury, but the finger bones are burst. Xiaoman really couldn't figure out how to get these injuries.

"Mom, you will definitely find your tiger baby." Xiaoman said softly.

As if she heard Xiaoman's voice, the aunt on the hospital bed suddenly stopped talking in her dream. Xiaoman stretched out his hand and pressed it on the aunt's forehead, and couldn't help but said happily: "It seems that the fever has gone away!"

My mood suddenly improved!

Xiaoman subconsciously looked at the time and thought about calling her boyfriend. The phone you dialed has been turned off.

Many performers will be like this before a performance, and Xiaoman has seen it a lot when working in the theater... but it's a bit depressed.

After stretching, Xiaoman began to scroll through his circle of friends boredly.

Weird public account.

"Hey, have I added this official account?" Curious Xiaoman looked at the updates posted by this official account.

It went viral in the circle of friends that a middle-aged scumbag abused a homeless lady.

Xiaoman subconsciously clicked on the video... It probably looked like he was on the riverside.

"Where is your son!"

"Hu baby, tiger baby, mother is here to save you!"

Xiaoman opened her mouth immediately. She looked at the scenes in the video with anger... She didn't know how this video was taken, but it was so clear! She could clearly see the appearance of the middle-aged man and the homeless lady inside!

The aunt here is clearly the one lying on the hospital bed!

But the important thing is that Xiaoman also recognized the middle-aged man in the video. She was a little panicked and couldn't believe it, "This... this seems to be Ji Ping's father?"

This river scene...she has seen it before. That was the place where Fang Jiping once walked with her.

"this……"

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I looked up at the towering hotel.

Luo Qiu couldn't help but frown... He could clearly feel the aura of the Black Soul Messenger here, and it was the Black Soul No. 9 he had already seen.

Luo Qiu knew that this was the venue for the birthday party of the old lady of the Zhang family. He had come quietly several times before and observed Fang Jiping, but he could not sense the presence of No. 9.

Luo Qiu sat down alone in a quiet place in the hotel lobby... Of course no one would notice who was here.

Not long after, a plume of black smoke came out around Luo Qiu, but no one could see it.

"Black Soul No. 9, I have met the master."

Listening to the voice of Black Soul No. 9, Luo Qiu raised his head, suddenly smiled and said: "A few days ago, I originally planned to go see you, but then I encountered some things and delayed it, but I didn't expect to be here. Met you."

"I didn't expect to meet my master here." Black Soul No. 9 said calmly.

Luo Qiu asked curiously: "Are you following the new sponsor here?"

Black Soul No. 9 was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Master, may I ask if the achievements I have accumulated over the years are enough for me to regain my lost memories?"

Luo Qiu didn't speak at this moment, but just looked ahead, watching the eldest lady of the Zhang family walking out of the elevator and walking into the lobby.

At this time, several people walked into the hotel.

Zhong Luochen supported Mrs. Zhong, followed by Cheng Yun, and Lao Luo, who had been following Mrs. Zhong for decades.

Luo Qiu suddenly looked at Black Soul No. 9 and said calmly: "Why do you want to get back the memories before you became the Black Soul Messenger?" (To be continued.)