Trafford’s Trading Club

In Cheng Yiran's view, being able to become the financial backer behind Feiyun Entertainment must have huge assets.

Then, even if Mr. Zhong's home is not as gorgeous as a palace, it should at least be an independent villa with unique craftsmanship.

But in fact, it was much simpler here than he expected.

Of course, no matter how simple it seems, it is not a place that ordinary working-class people can afford to live in.

In front of the door, Cheng Yun suddenly stopped and looked curiously at Cheng Yi Ran's arrival this time. Only Cheng Yun took Cheng Yi Ran with him, and he didn't even call the driver. Cheng Yun drove the car himself.

Chengyun said curiously at this time: "By the way, you don't have to carry your guitar on your back. If you put it in the car, it won't look good if you go in like this."

He couldn't help but feel a little strange when he found that Cheng Yiran was still carrying a guitar at this time.

Of course, it’s not too strange. For example, some music lovers do not leave their hands on instruments all day long. When he was still in the capital, he also met some masters of calligraphy and painting, and he never left his hand with his pen all day long.

"No need, I'll just hold it." Cheng Yiran tried his best to appear natural, "I'm not used to putting it down."

"Okay then." Chengyun didn't continue to say anything.

Zhong Luochen valued this guy, so Cheng Yun naturally had no plans for anything unpleasant to happen to Cheng Yiran.

Besides, this guy’s songs are really good! Cheng Yun, who had never paid much attention to music, felt that he was about to become Cheng Yiran's fan.

So he is calm, polite and even tolerant.

"Then let's go up, Mr. Zhong is waiting." Cheng Yun raised his head and saw a vague figure on the second floor of the house in front of him, looking down through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

It was Zhong Luochen, and Cheng Yiran felt like he was spying...his mood was subconsciously solemn.

…

After walking through the gate of the house, Cheng Yiran realized that if he looked carefully, the house was not as simple as it was at first sight.

In particular, almost one wall of the house is covered with ivy, and there are some mottled moss on the edges, which immediately gives off the feeling of an old house.

"Is this room okay?" Cheng Yun smiled.

Cheng Yiran nodded. The longer he stood, the more peaceful he seemed to feel here, "It's really good."

"I heard that the previous owner of this house was a university professor, and later passed away for some reason."

Chengyun shrugged and said: "His family put this house directly to the real estate company for sale. I originally felt that it would be bad for people to die here, but Mr. Zhong said he liked it, so he bought it directly, with just a few people. It happened a month ago.”

Cheng Yun also took a look at the room and suddenly said: "By the way, there is a basement here. It was originally converted into a studio, right? Later...Mr. Zhong said that it was converted into a wine cellar. If there is a chance, If so, I’ll take you in to see it. The wine inside is all good!”

At this time, Cheng Yiran raised his head. Standing in the living room of the house, he saw Zhong Luochen walking downstairs.

Zhong Luochen, who was holding on to the handrail of the stairs, did not walk very fast. Step by step, he had the air of an emperor looking down on all living beings.

But his eyes never left Cheng Yishui's body for a moment.

At this moment, Cheng Yiran suddenly felt a feeling that was both strange and familiar... He seemed to see a faint trace of the mysterious businessman's temperament in Mr. Zhong.

He doesn't look like a person with seven emotions and six desires.

Could this person be the one from that night... But Cheng Yiran quickly rejected this idea. First of all, the voices of the two people didn't think too much... Cheng Yiran found that he didn't even have much impression of the mysterious businessman's voice, but his intuition was just not similar.

Then there was the figure... He tried to think back and found that at this time, he couldn't even recall the approximate figure of the mysterious businessman.

But what exactly is this feeling...what's going on? Cheng Yiran frowned subconsciously.

"Coming."

Zhong Luochen's expressionless face suddenly turned into a smile, and the almost perfect arc made the already handsome man look even more charming.

"Mr. Zhong, I brought Cheng Yiran here." Cheng Yun stepped forward at this time.

"Yeah." Zhong Luochen nodded, but suddenly said: "Chengyun, I haven't eaten yet, you drive out and buy me some food."

Chengyun quickly asked: "What do you want to eat?"

"You make up your mind." Zhong Luochen said casually.

Cheng Yun nodded without saying anything, turned around, gave Cheng Yiran a meaningful look, and walked out the door simply... He knew that the second young master just wanted him to leave.

Of course, he will still buy the food that needs to be bought, and he will also go to great lengths to buy it. Otherwise, how can he be a gold medal pony?

"I didn't expect the Second Young Master to value Cheng Yiran so much, huh?"

Cheng Yun drove away with a cigarette in his mouth.

Before leaving, he took out a phone from inside his clothes. It wasn't his usual phone, but it was the phone he usually used to contact a specific person.

"Hey, Miss Third, the Second Young Master and Cheng Yiran are chatting privately, but I don't know what they are talking about..."

This car has been driving smoothly.

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Cheng Yiran didn't expect that the so-called opportunity would come so soon.

After Chengyun left, Zhong Luochen took him directly to the wine cellar without saying anything.

Among the rows of shelves, there were many red wines that Cheng Yiran couldn't even name.

Sitting on the circular sofa in the center, Zhong Luochen poured the wine himself, "Have a taste and celebrate. Your performance last night was really good."

"Mr. Zhong, what are you looking for me for?" Cheng Yiran hesitated for a moment.

He found that the door of the wine cellar closed automatically. Before entering, he discovered that the wine cellar had two doors. The first door was even a huge steel door with an electronic lock.

"There has been a lot of chat about you on the Internet." Zhong Luochen smiled slightly and said, "How about we talk about something else... Can you let me see your guitar?"

"There's nothing interesting to see, just an old antique." Cheng Yiran suddenly became a little nervous. He wasn't even sure whether his eyes betrayed him.

"Yeah."

Zhong Luochen was not reluctant or even disappointed. He just smiled and said: "Last time I saw you at dinner, you were carrying it on your back. This time you are still carrying it. I thought it should have a very special meaning to you." , so curious.”

Careless!

Zhong Luochen's words instantly made Cheng Yiran feel something was wrong, and he realized a problem that he had been ignoring in the past!

No matter how much you love music, it's impossible for him to keep his guitar in his hands all day long.

This is indeed too weird! After a long time, it is inevitable that people will not see anything...

However, if this guitar cannot always be in his sight, he will not be safe...

"It's a bit." Cheng Yiran nodded slightly, his eyes began to wander, "It's just something in the past."

"There is only one exit here." Zhong Luochen suddenly said: "And it is voice-activated. It can only be opened with my command."

Cheng Yiran was stunned and his heart skipped a beat!

What exactly does the financial backer behind Feiyun Entertainment want to do?

Zhong Luochen took a sip of red wine and said calmly: "Don't be nervous, what I just said is that... generally no one knows the content of our conversation here. Of course..."

He narrowed his eyes, stared at Cheng Yiran and said, "Of course! I'm just talking about ordinary people... I'm afraid it's hard to say anything else."

Cheng Yiran's heart skipped a beat again. From Mr. Zhong's words, he heard something else... faintly piercing into the deepest secret in his heart.

Cheng Yiran said: "Mr. Zhong, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Zhong Luochen said seriously at this time: "What I want to say is...Cheng Yiran, have you ever thought about it, maybe you and I are the same kind of people."

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