Trafford’s Trading Club

Soon after, Youye brought the mask Luo Qiu needed.

These three masks are naturally the things left behind after the predecessor put them into storage - the next step is to make a difficult choice.

At first it was just to cover up the face and identity in future transactions. But after the three masks were brought out, each one was quite exquisite.

Luo Qiu picked up one side and carefully touched the decoration on it - it was undoubtedly a Venetian mask, and it was a half-faced 'Bauta', and the shape was also extremely gorgeous. Luo Qiu subconsciously took it.

A kind of veneer feeling spread out, but it quickly disappeared. In the end, it seemed as if it had completely merged with my own skin. Not only did it not feel dull at all, but it seemed that the weight of the face itself was not even felt.

——Hypocritical mask: become invisible after wearing it.

Such a piece of information suddenly flowed into Luo Qiu's mind. He looked at Youye curiously and said, "Can you see me now?"

"Not visually." Youye said calmly: "But Youye can feel the presence of the master."

Luo Qiu was stunned, but he took a mirror and looked at it, and found that he had disappeared in the mirror. After tinkering for a while, he took off the 'Bauta'.

Although it's a bit awkward to be able to become invisible with it...but it doesn't seem to be of any use. He just wanted the guests not to know his identity, rather than making him invisible.

But as a gadget, it seems pretty good.

Luo Qiu lifted up the second mask. A paper mache mask. Although it is made of paper pulp, the hardening technology is okay. It has golden eyes on a white background, and the split lips are painted with red paint...it's actually a Japanese-style fox mask.

Luo Qiu also tried wearing it.

——The face of Inari God can pray for a good harvest.

Hmm...it might be useful in places where ancient or modern farming techniques are not good. And this Japanese fox mask has nothing to do with the way You Ye dressed Luo Qiu up, so it's still of no use.

He had to bring up the third mask - a clown mask.

There was no discomfort after putting it on, and just like after putting on the mask before, information about this clown mask also flowed into his mind.

——The real clown, the ability to see through all magic.

The so-called magic here is the kind of visual deception through special techniques and props, rather than the kind of magic used by supernatural powers.

"Fortunately, it's a white-faced clown. It would be great if it was a colorful one." Luo Qiu entertained himself: "No customer wants to come in and see that the boss is Uncle Mai, right?"

Youye obviously didn't understand, so he didn't comment.

"That's it. Although the ability still has no effect, but with this combination, it is barely better than the other two." Luo Qiu stood up.

Wearing a clown mask, he doesn't look funny at the moment. On the contrary, because of the costume chosen by the maid puppet, Luo Qiu, who was wearing a clown mask, had a cynical and mysterious feeling...but it seemed to be a bit missing.

Luo Qiu looked left and right in front of the full-length mirror, trying to find out what was wrong. At this moment, Youye took out a certain top hat from the cloakroom, as well as a black cane and a set of white gloves.

Luo Qiu put on his hat and gloves and waved his cane casually. It felt pretty good.

"Well, just call me Mr. Clown from now on." Luo Qiu smiled playfully: "In this place where desire is traded, it seems like a good feeling to have a clown."

"Master, as long as you are happy."

Luo Qiu originally planned to complain, but then the wind chimes in the club lobby rang.

I just got dressed up, and there will be guests soon. I really dozed off and asked for a pillow... Luo Qiu muttered and walked downstairs.

What he saw was a young man standing at the entrance of the door with a little nervousness. He did not choose to walk in directly, but observed the surroundings.

He was said to be a young man, but Luo Qiu estimated that this man was probably a few years older than himself.

It's easy to tell a person's essence and magnanimity from his behavior... Is he a well-educated rich man, or a successful person like a social elite?

"Welcome, this is the Truss Buyers Club. How can I help you... Dear guest."

Holding the cane with both hands and behind his back, Luo Qiu walked down the stairs step by step and further observed the young man's reaction.

"Are you?" But the young man was very careful and did not choose to go any further. He still stood at the door with an even more alert expression.

"Me?" Luo Qiu was about to smile... then realized that he was wearing a mask anyway, so he simply said calmly: "I am the owner of the club. You can call me boss, or you can call me... Mr. Clown."

Rocky walked up to the young man and 'smelled' a familiar smell...the smell of black card.

Well, this is the third time a deal has come to the door. Except for Pianpian who bumped in by herself, everyone including this one is a black card holder.

How many black cards have the club leaked before? Luo Qiu couldn't help but mutter again, but he didn't stop talking to the guest: "Aren't the guests going to come in?"

"Can anyone's wishes really come true here?" the young man asked with a frown.

Luo Qiu suddenly snapped his fingers, then opened his palm, and a black card floated on his palm. He could only hear him saying with a smile: "Since the guest came with a card, You should have confidence in this place.”

The young man subconsciously touched his chest, even opened his suit, looked at the inner pocket, and found that the black card originally hidden here had disappeared.

He took a deep breath, quickly calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "Hello, Mr. Clown. My name is Zhong Luochen, and I really intend to make a deal with you this time."

When business comes to your door, you can't neglect your guests. Luo Qiu politely stepped forward and made an invitation gesture, and said happily: "You Ye, greet the guests."

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It is the most natural thing to sweat profusely on a hot day, but if you are still sweating profusely in an air-conditioned room with the temperature turned up to 18 degrees, then... of course it is because you have done some strenuous activity.

Chengyun lit a cigarette and looked contentedly at the woman lying on the bed exuding a charming aura.

This is an acquaintance of Gu Yuezhai.

I didn’t have much background, but I had some good looks, I was smart, and I wanted to climb up, so I chose the quickest and most effective method.

Chengyun knew what this woman wanted - because he understood what the woman wanted, so before his boss had dealt with Zhang Qingrui, he had already dealt with Miss Zhike.

Of course, although things like this Zhike are still good, there is no way to compare with Zhang Qinrui, who is the best choice regardless of family status or academic ability.

But Cheng Yun is self-aware and knows what kind of women he can get his hands on and what kind of women he can't get his hands on at the moment.

"Why are you so free this time? Don't you have to follow your young boss?" Miss Zhike looked at Cheng Yun with a charming smile.

Cheng Yun was also wondering about this matter. After leaving Gu Yuezhai in the morning, Zhong Luochen quickly went to Gu Yuezhai again in the afternoon. After that, Zhong Luochen sent him away and went to an unknown place alone.

Ever since he came to this city, Cheng Yun had been working hard to do things, but now he was pushed away. He even wondered if Zhong Luochen suddenly ignored him because of what the old woman said during the day.

Damn it, we can't go on like this, otherwise all the hard-earned things will be in vain.

For example, this woman is very scheming. If she knew that she was incompetent, she would probably turn her back on her right away.

Although he is such a scheming guy, his kung fu is indeed very good, and he wants to continue playing for a few more days - the most important thing is that he also wants to stay by Zhong Luochen's side and gain more trust. In this case, he will The status in the capital will be higher.

"During the day, I saw that your Miss Zhang seemed to have personally invited two people to go to the collection room. I wonder what the reason was?"

The woman knew that Chengyun had always been very concerned about Zhang Qingrui's affairs, and she even knew that he was doing this to please his boss. But it doesn't matter, as long as this man can give him what he wants. Therefore, she did not hesitate to tell Cheng Yun what she knew about Zhang Qinrui's preferences.

"That woman is the deputy editor of a local newspaper. She has been here twice before." The woman recalled: "She was the eldest lady I just met at that time. As for the other man, I don't know. He was brought by Ren Ziling , but he looks very close, maybe he is a good friend or a relative or a younger brother."

Chengyun took a deep breath of smoke and slowly sprayed it: "A deputy editor of a small newspaper? Hmm..."