Trafford’s Trading Club

The moment Alex turned around, Luo Qiu shifted his gaze.

The so-called 26 Dream-Eating Tapir is actually... still a tapir, right? Alex's back seemed to have undergone some changes and became bloated.

The hands exposed from the sleeves seemed to have turned into hooves. Perhaps from the front, the nose is as elongated as an elephant's trunk, but it is much shorter.

Luo Qiu blinked, and Alex's back returned to its original appearance as if the projection had been replaced. Finally he opened the door and walked out, never looking back.

He had completed his task, delivered something to his ex, and unexpectedly received a fairly delicious meal.

I should be in a pretty good mood, but if I leave like this, is it equivalent to leaving a mess here?

"Are all previous guests so willful?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked curiously.

If it is a guest, the maid lady will not deliberately discredit the other party. She tried her best to maintain the perspective of a bystander and said: "Mr. Alex is a special one among the customers who have done many transactions. He will not stay in one place for too long. , but always on a journey.”

Luo Qiu subconsciously looked at the girl lying on the sofa. After her nightmare was eaten, she became so peaceful.

The maid suddenly said: "However, after the dream-eating tapir eats the nightmare, what is left behind is not a sweet dream."

Luo Qiu looked at his maid curiously.

"It just eats this part of the nightmare, so that the person whose dream is eaten will have the idea of ​​'never happening again'. So what the dream-eating tapir eats may just be the 'hope not to happen again'" A kind of prayer. But for the person whose dream was eaten, her roots are still there."

Seeing her master blinking, the maid tried to speak more carefully: "For example, humans have planted fruit trees. After each fruit, they collect them, but the tree itself is still there, and it will still continue to bear fruit. ...Master? Don’t you understand what you said?”

Luo Qiu shook his head, "No, I was just thinking that you always know a lot... Well, she woke up."

…

But when she woke up, she didn't feel like she was being eaten by the nightmare, and she became clearer. She rubbed her brows and looked around blankly.

It’s still this living room, it’s still the owner of the small villa, then the maid, and the sleeping little girl Lina. By the way, Gloria hasn't woken up yet, and is still sleeping on the other end of the sofa.

"Did I fall asleep..." Ellie patted her forehead gently, "I really wanted to have a dream, a bit..."

The confusion in her eyes became even worse.

Luo Qiu said: "What's the point?"

"A bit..." Ellie frowned, but quickly shook her head and said, "It's nothing... By the way, haven't Bolehan and the others come back yet?"

Luo Qiu nodded and said: "Actually, I have never seen Mr. Bolehan and Ryan appear together."

"Yeah……"

She instinctively thought that what the other party was saying was that Bolehan and Ryan had not come back yet... As for this weird way of expression, it was probably because as a person from an Eastern country, he was not familiar with Russian language grammar and made occasional mistakes.

Although she had always thought it was incredible that the young owner of the villa could have such a pure native accent.

"By the way, when did I fall asleep?" Ellie tried hard to recall her previous memories, "By the way, did you ask me any questions just now?"

"Are you... Miss Ellie?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

"Didn't I introduce myself before?" Ellie showed a look of astonishment, shook her head and said, "Your question is really strange."

Luo Qiu smiled and said: "I'm very sorry, just think of it as my occupational disease. I always need to discuss some issues with my customers... Well, it can be regarded as a kind of consulting work. Because although many customers often They want something, but they can’t clearly grasp what they need.”

Ellie frowned and said, "However, you have no way to guarantee that what you lead will definitely be what the guests really want... Isn't this statement too subjective?"

"Onlookers always have a clearer view." Luo Qiu said softly: "But Miss Ellie is right. I really can't guarantee this, so the guests themselves are still the ones who are deciding what they want."

"You... shouldn't be a psychiatrist or something like that?" Ellie smiled and said, "You give me this feeling. Of course, I didn't mean to make fun of you or anything else. In fact, with you Chatting is actually quite interesting, it doesn’t seem so boring.”

"Thanks."

Ellie stretched her waist, as if she felt a lot more energetic all of a sudden, "Just like Bolehan said, there is always a mysterious color in the East. Could it be that you are not ordinary people?"

This is like a joke. To Ellie at this time, this is indeed just a joke, just to prevent the place from seeming so dull.

Luo Qiu glanced at the window outside the living room casually, then looked at Ellie and said, "If we are businessmen who can sell anything to customers, does Miss Ellie think we are ordinary people?"

"Anything?" Ellie was stunned, seeming to be thinking about the scope of this so-called anything.

"Yes, anything. As long as the customer can imagine it and can afford it, we will sell it. Of course, as the customer, you can also choose not to buy it. Because the choice is always with the customer."

Aly blinked her eyes and suddenly bit her finger, "Well...is there something wrong with this statement? For example, guests do have the right to choose not to buy...but, except for you, the guests If there is no way to buy what you want through other channels or from other sellers. Well, in this case, does your autonomy as a customer equal? ​​And if you really need this kind of thing? If so, it’s impossible for him to choose not to buy it, right? Just like a monopoly.”

This is the first guest to discuss this kind of issue with the club's boss Luo.

...with all the academic attributes fully activated? ?

Ali smiled and said: "So, you can't sell everything. This statement is too exaggerated. To be precise, you only sell things that the customers can afford. And if the customers can't pay for things at all, then It doesn't exist in itself, so the so-called "anything can be sold" should be just an enlarged slogan similar to a promotional advertisement."

"We can indeed sell everything." Luo Qiu said calmly, "Although what a customer can buy depends on the purchasing power of the customer, as a source of goods for us, there is no concept of 'nothing'. At least. That’s all I’ve been exposed to so far.”

"It sounds like it's true." Ellie shook her head and said casually: "If I say that I feel that my life is terrible, can you sell me a good life? A happy life, I How much money do I need to give? Besides, if life can be measured by money, and I have this wealth, why should I buy it from you? "

"Because of this." Luo Qiu smiled and said, "We will not charge any money."

"No money?" Ellie was stunned, "Then how can you make a profit?"

"A piece of health, a piece of reason, a piece of friendship, a piece of love..." Luo Qiu said slowly: "Even a soul, this is how we make money."

For a moment, Ellie felt that her body was on the cold side.

There was a slight tingling feeling on her arms, her thighs, the invisible skin under her clothes, even her forehead and cheeks.

Subconsciously, she had a feeling that this might be true. This feeling lasted only a short time, because a rapid knock on the door suddenly woke her up.

Ellie stood up in panic, "It should be Bolehan and the others who are back! I'll open the door!"

…

"Bo Lai..." The moment he opened the door, Ally suddenly stopped talking.

She did not see Bolehan, but instead saw two men in police uniforms. As soon as the two men in police uniforms saw Ellie, they came forward without saying a word, and the two men joined forces. He pushed Ellie to the ground and locked her hands with handcuffs.

"Finally, we caught this psychopath." One of the policemen seemed relieved. (To be continued.)