Trafford’s Trading Club

After picking up several people from the Zhong family, Zhang Qinrui immediately led them to the room where Zhang Li Lanfang used to rest.

But the old lady just stayed with Mrs. Zhong, saying she wanted to catch up on old times.

Outside the door, Zhong Luochen looked at Zhang Qingrui and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang, the last time we met, it was about returning things at Gu Yuezhai."

Zhang Qingrui nodded, has it been more than a month? She looked at the smile on Zhong Luochen's face, and for some reason, she always felt that it was more beautiful, more perfect... and more unreal than the last time they met.

It's a strange feeling.

About two months ago, the second young master of the Zhong family came from the capital to visit her grandmother. At that time, Miss Zhang at least still had the impression that in today's impetuous society, Zhong Luochen could probably be classified as a leader among wealthy young men.

But now it seems to be even more outstanding... It seems that only the skin of this outstanding figure is left.

"Mr. Zhong, do you plan to wait here or go to the venue first?" Zhang Qingrui responded.

Zhong Luochen said calmly: "I'll wait here. If Miss Zhang is busy, I won't dare to disturb you."

There are also servants here who have served Zhang Li Lanfang for more than ten years, so Zhang Qingrui is naturally more relieved. Zhang's family is very small, so she needs to be personally involved in welcoming guests.

"Then I'll excuse you now."

Seeing Zhang Qingrui leaving and waiting outside together, Lao Luo, who had served the Zhong family for several generations, suddenly smiled and said: "This Miss Zhang is so similar to Miss Li when she was young."

Zhong Luochen naturally knew who the Miss Li family Grandpa Luo was referring to. He once knew the past of the old lady of the Zhang family from Grandpa Luo, and it was not difficult to hear from Grandpa Luo's dictation that many young talents naturally had an admiration for this young lady from the Li family back then. Including his Grandpa Luo.

Vaguely, Zhong Luochen even felt that his grandfather, the old man of the Zhong family, might have been one of his admirers back then.

Zhong Luochen smiled and suddenly ordered: "Chengyun, go to the venue and see who is here."

"Okay, Master."

…

When the old man of the Zhong family came in, he just carried a small bag. At this moment, Zhang Li Lanfang was drinking tea in the room with a calm expression.

Mr. Zhong put on a smile, sat down in front of Zhang Li Lanfang, and took out the contents of the small bag, which was an exquisite food box.

"This is the mark of Tongdefang, a time-honored brand in the capital." Mrs. Zhang took a look and was a little surprised.

Mr. Zhong smiled slowly and said: "It's been decades. Tongdefang has also disappeared with the rise and fall of the times. This food box is still left from the past. The original master has long since wandered into immortality, but I found his descendant .Try it, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake tastes the same as before."

Zhang Li Lanfang moved the food box pushed over by Mrs. Zhong and said calmly: "It seems that you, the dignified Mrs. Zhong, have really put a lot of thought into this for me, an old woman."

Mrs. Zhong said softly: "You are getting old, and so am I, but in my eyes, you have never gotten older."

"Zhong Gaoshun, do you know what you are talking about?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Li Lanfang responded coldly at this time.

"I know a lot, but there are too many things I don't know." Mr. Zhong sighed and said: "Today is a good day for you, especially for our family. Don't be angry, just pretend I didn't say anything. "

Looking at each other in silence, the two of them drank tea in silence and did not chat... Zhang Li Lanfang did not see any clues from the expression of Old Man Zhong.

Her black card turned out to be a fake card, but she personally took it and looked at it that day. She just felt that this matter should be related to the Zhong family, but she could not find any evidence for the time being.

Decades have passed, and personnel have changed. The short and thin old man in front of him is different from what he was back then. It is also unknown. People's hearts are separated from each other, and no one is the same.

This room seems silent, but in fact there has been conversation for a long time.

Luo Qiu met the old man of the Zhong family... when he was trying to extend his life. As for Mrs. Zhang, this is the first time I saw her today.

This is Zhang Qingrui's grandmother, and the eyebrows are indeed very similar. Luo Qiu looked at Black Soul No. 9 beside him, "Is it because you saw this old lady that you wanted to retrieve your past memories?"

Black Soul No. 9 had no intention of hiding it: "I just vaguely felt... I recognized her."

Luo Qiu had a different boss, Taiyinzi became the Black Soul Messenger and retained his memory, but the former Black Soul did not... But there is no record of past Black Soul Messengers in the club. Except for those who have completely died, the past of the remaining black soul messengers has been recorded.

It's not surprising that they vaguely recognize each other...the relationship between you is not ordinary.

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "We will talk about your memory later. I have something busy during this period, especially today."

From this period of time, it seems to Black Soul No. 9 that the new owner has a different temperament than the one who took office. The new owner tends to maximize the quality of the financial owner's soul, while the previous owner only pursues quantity, almost regardless of it.

Before being an individual who was somewhat touched by his past, his job was as the club's dark soul messenger. This duty stayed in his mind like a brand.

"My subordinate understands."

Black Soul No. 9 did not force...because as a Black Soul Messenger, he knew very well that no Black Soul Messenger could force anything from the boss.

…

…

The party has begun.

Well-known orchestras in the city and even in nearby provinces will perform a long period of performances for this banquet.

Along with the melodious and charming music, the guests found people they knew well and chatted in low voices.

In addition to Mrs. Zhang who had not yet appeared, Wu Qiubin saw many well-connected celebrities here, and of course some officials in the city were also indispensable.

When the low-key Zhang family calls people up, their influence is indeed much stronger than that of his Wu family... In fact, when he recognized an old man sitting quietly in a corner, his understanding of Zhang family was refreshed again. Understanding of family heritage.

"That's the old man from the Zhong family in the capital..." Wu Qiubin was extremely surprised, "The Zhang family could actually invite this Bodhisattva?"

Wu Qiubin adjusted his breathing, took a glass of champagne from the secretary's hand, and quietly approached.

"May I ask, are you Mr. Zhong?" Wu Qiubin lowered his posture to the lowest level.

Lao Luo, Zhong Luochen, and Cheng Yun glanced at Wu Qiubin. Cheng Yun, who came to the venue earlier to inquire about the situation, had already told Zhong Luochen the information about the guests. Zhong Luochen whispered a few words in his grandfather's ear.

Mr. Zhong smiled slightly and said, "Are you Wu Kaitong's son? We should have met a few years ago."

Wu Qiubin said with a smile: "The old man really has a good memory. He can still remember me even after a quick meeting at a banquet in the capital a few years ago."

Probably because the protagonist of the banquet had not really appeared yet, Mrs. Zhong was bored, so he pointed to his side and said: "Sit down, your father and I have known each other for a long time. I heard that he has been in poor health recently?"

Wu Qiubin sat down cautiously, "These are just minor problems, and my health is fine. Thank you, old man, for thinking about me..."

As he said that, he looked at Zhong Luochen who was sitting next to Mr. Zhong and asked, "I wonder who this is..."

"My grandson, Zhong Luochen." Mr. Zhong introduced him with a smile.

Zhong Luochen nodded towards Wu Qiubin, and Wu Qiubin immediately smiled and said: "You are truly the best among men. The old man is so lucky."

Mr. Zhong said happily: "This child still needs more beatings. Well, I plan to let him here for a good exercise during this period. I also ask you to take more care of this junior."

This was a great Bodhisattva. After speaking like this, Wu Qiubin naturally did not dare to say anything. Rather, he was eager to have this opportunity to cooperate.

"Are you coming alone?" Mr. Zhong asked suddenly, "Why don't you bring some young people over to get acquainted with you?"

Wu Qiubin chuckled: "My two sons are still studying abroad and can't take the time. Well, but my nephew is here."

"Oh? Bring it here and let me see it."

Wu Qiubin pointed out his hand and said: "Over there, on the other side of the stage, is the person playing the violin. This kid has some talent and has won many domestic awards. In a while, he will go to a foreign country to participate in a competition. "

Mr. Zhong looked at Fang Jiping in the orchestra, nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad."

Wu Qiubin took the opportunity and said: "When he takes a break later, I will ask him to come over and say hello to you."

Old Man Zhong has lived for many years and knows very well what Wu Qiubin is thinking at this moment. But he himself is also a person who likes young talents. This kind of musician will not be involved in political and commercial matters, so he naturally likes them more, so he nodded slowly.

Fang Jiping, who was playing, also glanced at the banquet venue casually. He saw Wu Qiubin looking at him with a kind smile.

Fang Jiping closed his eyes and focused more on his playing.

He felt that Fang Ruchang was right... there was nothing to be confused about. Fame and fortune were in his hands right now.

He tightened his grip, and there would be nothing to worry about in the future... Even Fang Ruchang would be able to get rid of his control one day.

Thinking of Wu Qiubin's kind eyes, Fang Jiping silently said sorry.

As the conductor Fang Ru usually changed the rhythm, the strings suddenly became quieter. At this time, the host of the banquet, the old lady Zhang who celebrated her birthday today, slowly walked out accompanied by Zhang Qinrui. .

The guests began to make way for the old lady.

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Downstairs of the hotel.

Xiaoman was still on the phone, but still couldn't get through... She watched the video countless times along the way, and also looked at the flyers she saw from her aunt countless times.

She gritted her teeth and walked into the lobby of this high-end hotel. (To be continued.)