Trafford’s Trading Club

Listening to this voice, Brubov was suddenly stunned.

This voice was completely different from the voice of the club owner in his memory... It seemed that it was a much younger voice.

"Mr. Brubov, the man in front of you is our new master."

Only the maid lady was answering Brubov's doubts softly at this time.

Brubov couldn't help but move his lips... The surprise that this club gave him seemed to have never stopped from the moment he met it.

At this time.

Luo Qiu took down a bottle of lemongrass powder from the display shelf and looked at the label on it without turning around. "Mr. Brubov said, he has passed by this store's former address many times... What is there?" Something?"

Brubov subconsciously glanced at the maid who was exactly the same as twenty years ago and had not aged at all, and suddenly said: "It's nothing, I just occasionally suddenly think of chatting with the former shopkeeper."

"Consultation?" Luo Qiu asked again.

"almost."

Brubov nodded, not sure whether it was sarcasm or sincerity: "Your store is the only one that gives me the best deals in terms of consultation."

"Although my previous boss and I are not the same person." Luo Qiu put the bottle on his hand back to its original place and took off another bottle. "However, the content of the work is not different. Mr. Brubov , you don’t have to be formal at all.”

Brubov was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "I want to know, if you need to do something, it completely goes against your original intention, but it is an indispensable step before you can achieve your goal... If it were you, would you choose to take a detour, or would you have to take this step?"

Luo Qiu said calmly: "Why do you need to assume it's me? Mr. Brubov, do you think it will be of reference value if you assume it's me?"

Brubov was stunned.

He suddenly felt that he had indeed asked a rather stupid question. He made a deal with this club and received a huge sum of money, so he had always been in awe of the club's secretive methods.

The owner of a club with mysterious power wants to do one thing...probably not to worry about anything.

"No." Brubov shook his head and suddenly laughed at himself: "It's worthless... I did ask a pretty stupid question."

"You...do you think I can change this country?"

Suddenly, Luo Qiu heard Brubov's question again.

Luo Qiu seemed not to hear, and put down the bottle in his hand, then took off the third bottle and started looking at the things on the label.

Brubov didn't care at this time, but with a trace of doubt, as if he was just talking to himself: "Back then, after I got the funds, I made various investments. After so many years, I do have far greater wealth than before. But... twenty years have passed."

Brubov smiled bitterly and said: "It has taken me half my life just to accumulate capital, but for me, it is not enough... I must continue to climb up. That is a goal that I still have to this day." Where there is no end in sight.”

"I sometimes even wonder whether I can succeed...whether I can accomplish what I want to accomplish." Brubov's voice was still the same, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know whether I can continue. Go on."

He finally stopped talking, but there was no response from the new owner of the club for a long time.

It seemed that after selecting the third bottle of spices, the new boss finally found something that suited his liking and put it in a shopping basket brought up by the maid.

Then...then walked to another display cabinet.

Brubov was stunned, feeling a sense of disregard. This made him suddenly feel irritable. But this feeling gradually began to calm down as time went by.

In fact, this calmed down so quickly that it was beyond his expectation.

"Do you feel better?" Luo Qiu unscrewed a bottle of fragrant ginger powder, lowered his head and smelled it, and suddenly asked.

Brubov moved his lips, thought for a while, and then nodded subconsciously.

Luo Qiu said softly at this time: "I read a book before, but I forgot who wrote it. It was mentioned above that if the person being consulted does not want to give too many suggestions that incorporate his own views, then for For counselors, just listening is enough.”

He also put the ginger powder on his hand on the basket carried by Youye, and suddenly said: "Since Mr. Brubov chose to use his lifelong love as the transaction fee, it is enough to see that you really need that fund. ...You need to use it to do something you want to do. So I think you should know whether you should take this step or not. After all, you have already made up your mind at the beginning. So, do you still need to bother with this step? What?"

"No." Brubov shook his head gently, as if relieved: "There is really no need, and there is no need... I think I do, just want a listener. Thank you for being willing to listen. I say these words.”

"It's nothing." Luo Qiu said calmly: "After all, this can be regarded as a kind of after-sales service."

"If I have the chance, I will come again." Brubov took a deep breath, his expression suddenly became quite serious, and he nodded towards Luo Qiu's back.

After that, Brubov walked up to Youye again and said with a smile: "Miss Youye, you are still as beautiful as before. To show my respect... Well, I have a house on the shore of Lake Ladoga in St. Petersburg. A small villa, if you don't mind, you are welcome to go there for vacation at any time. It belongs to you. So... say goodbye."

Brubov seemed to feel more relaxed and left the shop calmly.

"Brubov used to be a soldier and participated in the original Che/Chen war... It seems that his original hometown was destroyed in this war, and everyone in his family died."

Youye said suddenly.

"Personal will cannot shake the will of the country... One soul is not enough to directly change the path of a country." Luo Qiu shrugged, "It seems that it will be difficult to continue doing business with Mr. Brubov again. But... …”

Luo Qiu's eyes fell on the maid lady blankly.

Suddenly I remembered something the maid lady said before: Well, occasionally I meet some enthusiastic guests and give them some small gifts.

So, this is why you became a rich woman...probably the reason why you are a super rich woman?

A small gift from a lakeside villa.

"Master?" The maid couldn't guess what Boss Luo was thinking at the moment.

Luo Qiu smiled, patted the shopping basket she was carrying and said, "I just want these. You can pick whatever you want."

He then snapped his fingers.

The moment the fingers snapped, the surroundings returned to normal, and there was still busy traffic outside.

When paying the bill, Luo Qiu suddenly said: "Let's go to St. Petersburg as our next stop? The lakeside villa should be pretty good for a vacation. There is still some time left in the original plan to go back, so don't waste it."

"Okay, I'll arrange the journey soon."

…

…

"Boss, you're back."

Seeing Brubov coming back from the street, the secretary couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried about what trouble the boss would have. After all, the boss was the soul of the company.

This enterprise has an unimaginable future.

Brubov simply nodded and got into the car. After sitting down, he said directly: "Go back to the company, we will be busy for a long time. By the way, show me the list of staff you mentioned last time."

"In addition, we have started working on the plan to modify shipping. Although the appointment has not been official, I need to make all the preparations in advance... Well, help me make an appointment with the mayor tonight to see if he is free and have a meal. meal."

The secretary was stunned and nodded quickly... It felt like his boss was suddenly full of energy after just walking alone.

Is this simply planning to completely fill up the schedule and use one day as two days?

"Got it, boss!"

…

Airport.

Yergo was carrying a duffel bag and a large backpack hanging on his body. He was running awkwardly among the crowd. He finally successfully completed the check-in procedure and, under the guidance of the flight attendant, found own seat.

Finally sat down.

Yergo breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little nervous and excited. He knew that he would soon embark on another more intense and exciting life.

But the thing that had to worry him was his strange 'illness'.

Ever since he discovered in his youth that he had the mutation that would occur when he was too angry, Yergo tried his best not to expose himself.

God knows what the consequences would be if someone saw him...a werewolf causing social unrest? He occasionally wonders if there are people of his own kind in the world, and also wonders what he should do if he really encounters them.

A big reason for becoming a police officer is that through the powerful police system, you can see a lot of information that ordinary people cannot see.

But obviously, even after becoming an agent, he has not found anything useful in the past few years. He hopes that he can be exposed to some more secretive things in the international organization in France.

For example...the weird scene that happened in the manor?

"However, I wonder where Detective Ye went?" Yergo said to himself.

"I think Detective Ye is right next to you."

Suddenly, a voice came from next to the seat, speaking Russian official language that was not very fluent and even awkward.

"Really? Right next to me!" Yergo nodded, "Right next to me...Mr. Ye, Ye! Why are you here?"

But seeing Ye Yan doing something next to him, he put down the newspaper in his hand and stretched out his hand. The man in his thirties showed a charming smile, "Hello, I am Ye Yan. What I can tell you in advance is, Next, I will be your partner."

"H-partner???"

Mr. Victor...the look in your friend's eyes is so terrifying! !

…

"Vera! Vera! Are you ready? It's time to get in the car and leave for the airport!"

Vika's voice came from outside the door of the room.

"immediately."

Vera, who put on a handsome suit and was looking in the mirror to comb her hair into Leonardo's look (younger version), responded casually.

What she never noticed was that the black card that she had casually thought was a flying card flew out, hit the wall, and fell to the edge of the corner. Suddenly it floated up and flew in. in her suitcase.

She finally combed her hair, packed her suitcase, and dragged it out.

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ps: The third update will be around... point, look at the sky =. =(To be continued.)