Trafford’s Trading Club

"This lady... doesn't want to eat?"

At the dinner table, Oleg looked curiously at the girl who was sitting here quietly but did not do anything. By the way, this sumptuous dinner was cooked by this girl herself.

To be honest, the food on this table made Oleg feel like he was in a Turandot restaurant in Moscow where rich people gathered... Of course, the house he lived in was not actually visible.

A single man has a boy and is busy making a living every day. He basically has no spare time to clean the house. Oleg thought about it. Apart from the bed and bathroom used for sleeping, the cleanest thing might be this commonly used dining table.

"It's okay, she's currently working out." Luo Qiu said as he forked a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in his mouth.

Oleg was stunned and said: "But it's not like you don't want to eat?"

"I won't eat after lunch." Boss Luo said softly again.

God knows why this girl who probably already has a perfect figure still insists on dieting to keep fit? Oleg did not continue to ask, but said: "Anton Leer, eat slowly. You look too ugly when eating."

After all, there are guests here... Although feasting is a compliment to the cook, they are guests after all.

"Dad, if what you usually make is half, no! one-quarter delicious, it must mean that God has not given up on me."

Anton Leer said something abruptly, and the naughty child of the fighting nation made a move, which made Oleg's face suddenly look ugly.

But what to say?

Luo Qiu was not really angry at Oleg's seriousness. What he felt was just Oleg's deeper apology and sadness.

Oleg sighed and said, "If you remember to pray before eating, I think God will not give up on you."

Anton Leer was stunned, slapped his forehead with one hand, quickly dropped the knife and fork in his hand, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes, "Our Father in heaven, may everyone hallow your name. May everyone hallow your name. Your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth..."

Although he didn't know whether the replenishing prayer in this process had any effect, Luo Qiu was still curious: "Mr. Oleg is also a believer?"

Oleg shook his head and said: "I'm not, but this child was baptized when he was born. His mother is a believer."

Luo Qiu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

A family that lacks a mistress and is so dirty is either of the following two situations, and neither of them is suitable to be mentioned on this occasion.

But maybe, it's the worst kind.

Luo Qiu's eyes fell on the small photo frame on the side of the TV cabinet in the living room. In the photo, in addition to Oleg and the baby, there was also a beautiful woman with maroon hair.

Oleg thinks this foreign young man is very good and very calm. Anton Leer quickly finished praying and began to feast again.

After the meal, we talked about some local customs and culture, and the time passed quickly.

After the meal, Oleg refused to let the maid wash the dishes. He rolled up all the dishes and threw them on the basin, pinching his sleeves.

Luo Qiu began to look carefully at the decorations in this family's home. Anton Leer has been staring at Luo Qiu now... The naughty boy seemed to have let down his guard against this stranger after experiencing this delicious dinner.

"What do you do?" Anton Leer asked, looking up at his older brother who was much taller than him.

Boss Luo, who was looking at a corner product display, gently put the things down, then smiled and said, "I'm in business."

"Business? Selling something?"

A child's concept of business is probably the kind of store that sells things in a store.

"Well, it is indeed selling something."

"What are you selling?" Anton Leer asked curiously.

Luo Qiu suddenly knelt down to prevent Anton Leer from looking up at him. He smiled and said: "Basically everything is sold. As long as the customer can think of it and can afford it, we can sell it."

Anton Leer tilted his head and said, "Are the planes for sale?"

"Sell."

"Where's the train?"

"Sell it too."

The naughty kid used his finger as a gun, made an aiming motion, and said with excitement: "Where are the tanks? Where are the rockets? Where are the cannons? Do you sell Dragnov SVD?"

"Sell." Luo Qiu nodded.

only.

Child, you are only ten years old. At this age, why are you talking about airplanes, tanks, rockets and cannons? And the Dragunov SVD is a sniper rifle? Hey...

So the naughty boy said very excitedly: "Can you sell it to me? I have a property of 8,300 rupees! Is it enough?"

Luo Qiu shook his head.

Anton Leer lowered his head in disappointment.

Luo Qiu stood up, reached out and patted Anton Li'er on the head, and said softly: "Remember, when you are in need, you will find me... At that time, just tell me what you really want to buy. To something, and, to..."

Boss Luo lowered his head and whispered something in Anton Lier's ear.

Anton Lier's eyes widened and he took a step back, looking with a hint of horror when he heard Luo Qiu finally say: "These can be used as transaction funds for the things you want to buy. Do you hear me clearly?" "

As he said that, Luo Qiu stepped back step by step in front of Anton Li'er. You Ye, who was next to him, also walked to Luo Qiu's side. A few steps later, he and she were in front of Anton Li'er. Suddenly disappeared in between.

Anton Leer opened his mouth and rubbed his eyes vigorously. After several times, he still couldn't calm himself down and stared blankly at the carpet that had been empty for a long time.

…

"Anton Lier, where are the two guests?"

Oleg, who had just washed his things, walked out of the kitchen, looked at his son and asked.

"Disappeared!" Anton Leer pointed to the location where the two disappeared, turned around and said: "I saw them disappear right here!"

Oleg was stunned for a moment, then walked up to Anton Leer, knelt down, touched his head and said: "The Lord said, don't lie. You forgot to pray when you were eating today, and now you lied again, you What should I do?"

"I'm serious!" Anton Leer shouted.

"Anton Leer!" Oleg took a deep breath and said in a slightly deeper voice: "Did you skip school today? I don't seem to have asked you about this yet. Why did you skip school?"

Anton Leer, however, clenched his small fists and remained silent.

Oleg said: "Did you know that only bad kids skip school? Do you want to be a bad kid?"

Anton Leer said: "I have grown up! I don't need to go to school, I want to do what I like to do!"

"Have you grown up?" Oleg shook his head, reached out and easily grabbed Anton Leer's arm, lifted him up, and said calmly: "Kid, do you know? This is what we call grow up."

Anton Leer kicked Oleg with his feet, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Coward!"

"What did you say?" Oleg shouted in a deep voice.

"Coward! You are a coward! Oleg is a coward!!"

Snapped!

Oleg couldn't hold back a slap and hit Anton Leer directly in the face. But after the slap, Oleg was stunned and regretful.

Anton Leer had been put down. He covered his cheek and pushed his father hard, "Oleg, you are a coward!!"

After the child roared and cried, he turned around and ran away without saying a word, ran back to his room, and closed the door vigorously.

Oleg stood there blankly, his lips moved again and again, and finally turned into a sigh. He let out a long breath, picked up the photo frame from the TV cabinet, and slowly rubbed the glass on the photo frame.

A hint of coolness on the glass penetrated Oleg's fingers.

This big man with a huge body sat on the sofa and closed his eyes. After a sumptuous dinner, the house returned to its usual deserted state.

…

…

The next day, Oleg opened his eyes with a headache and drank a lot of beer alone in the middle of the night.

Oleg, who smelled of alcohol, pinched his forehead again and looked at the time.

"Is it already this point?"

Oleg patted his forehead in annoyance. He didn't have time to wash himself. He quickly stood up and said: "Anton Leer, Anton Leer! Get up, I'll take you to school, Anton Leer!"

Oleg shouted as he walked towards Anton Leer's room, but could not hear a response.

He frowned and twisted the lock of the room. It was not locked, and the door opened easily.

But Anton Leer is no longer in the room.

Oleg just found a note on the bedside cabinet that read: I want to leave this home! (To be continued.)