Trafford’s Trading Club

The white card has the ability to automatically track the gold owner. The black soul messenger is invisible to ordinary people. The conversion between truth and reality requires the use of thoughts, but it is more difficult to appear in front of people than to hide.

Along the way, No. 18 carefully guided Dazhe on how to use his abilities more skillfully. Finally, No. 18 stopped at the bottom of a building and looked up.

"Is our target here?" Dazhe looked up curiously and asked.

No. 18 nodded, and then walked directly into the lobby from the sight of the security guard in front of the building as if no one else was watching. Dazhe was still a little apprehensive, but after trying to imitate No. 18, he realized...it seemed like a door to a new world had opened.

Dazhe waved and shook his head in front of the security guard. The security guard seemed to be fine and yawned quietly.

"Stop being bored and keep up."

"Oh... OK." Dazhe walked up to No. 18, thinking about a question and asked: "By the way, are there any rules for choosing customers?"

"Generally, they are those with high quality souls." No. 18 said calmly: "Of course, it is difficult to come across truly high-quality souls."

Dazhe frowned: "This... soul, does it mean that purity will be more valuable? If this is the case, wouldn't an innocent child..."

"What? You think if the other party is a child, you can't do it?" No. 18 sneered coldly.

Dazhe felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, but he nodded decisively, "I'm sorry, I really don't know how to do it... However, I heard that there are many messengers, and I can't care about anything else, but at least, I’ll take care of myself.”

"Not bad." No. 18 nodded and pressed the elevator button casually. "At least he is not stupid enough to want to influence other messengers. However, don't worry, although there are messengers who prefer children, there have never been many of them. Now If so... there is probably only one left. Moreover, purity does not mean high quality. An individual soul contains too many things. Therefore, a piece of white paper is just a piece of white paper, and it does not necessarily mean that it is of high quality. Precious, after all, every individual starts with a blank sheet of paper.”

Dazhe quickly followed and asked: "What are the things that affect the quality?"

No. 18 said calmly: "Thoughts, behavior, character, one's own abilities, talents, or his social status, or how many people he can personally influence, how big his influence is, or even how many people care about him... even a certain person. The inner changes of an individual during this period will also be of different quality and degree. For example, strong emotions... attachment, admiration, pain, hatred, etc."

Having said this, No. 18 suddenly looked at Dazhe, and the black mist rolled slightly due to the power of the hat, "And among these, hatred is the easiest."

Dazhe was startled, "You mean, you will set up a trap to make the target hate you...don't you mean that whatever the customer wants to buy is voluntary?"

No. 18 smiled coldly and said: "Voluntary? When they say what they want, isn't it voluntary? Dazhe, remember, as long as there is a need, there will be a place for us... As long as people are still people, As long as they are alive, there will be dissatisfaction. As long as people still have pursuits, there is no such thing as voluntary or involuntary. Greed is something that has been written into the soul before birth. Even as a messenger What's wrong with our setting up a situation? Isn't the existence of this world an overall situation set by a few? All laws are also created by a few people. And people can only live in this situation called reality? What, are you planning to fight injustice for all mankind?"

Dazhe shook his head: "That's not what I meant... To be honest, I am also an unclean person, and I understand that people cannot help themselves in the world."

No. 18 nodded slowly, "That's best. However, this is just my own course of action, and it may not be suitable for you. In the club, as long as you can find good business, no one cares about you. No matter what method you use, even if you become a pope, it doesn't matter."

Dazhe said amusedly: "What kind of pope? Is it possible that he still wants to preach?"

"Who knows." No. 18 smiled sinisterly, then shook his sleeves and said calmly: "We're here, let's go out."

"Okay..." Dazhe didn't dare to ask too many deeper questions for the time being, and quickly caught up with him, "Then what kind of guy is our target this time?"

"Us?" No. 18 sneered: "It's just me, not us. I'm just responsible for teaching you some basics. This business is just a demonstration for you. Don't expect that you will get a share of the credit."

Dazhe shrugged... This No. 18 is actually quite difficult to get along with.

He glanced at the direction No. 18 was walking towards... The one upstairs was a high-end office building with many companies, and the signboard of an advertising company hung in front of him.

Yarme Creative Advertising.

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If working overtime is an indispensable element of life for social workers, then for employees in advertising agencies, it is even more commonplace. Working overtime until daytime, or working hard for dozens of hours, is not too common.

"I want to die... By the way, is there any Red Bull in the refrigerator in the pantry?"

Two employees were taking a break in the bathroom. One was talking to the other weakly, "It seems they are gone. I'll go downstairs to buy some later."

"Then let's buy some food and bring it back... Judging from the way Manager Zhu is acting right now, let's not even think about going home to rest tonight. Prepare to fight all night long."

"Yes, the film requested by the client has been shot, and the post-production is almost finished. He is the only one who is dissatisfied... It will be released before Christmas, can you make it in time? I see this bamboo forest Zhuda’s experience, he must be mentally ill, this guy!”

"Stop nagging, who calls you a social beast?" The companion shook his head, then pulled up his pants. Unexpectedly, the bathroom door also opened at this moment.

A young man with tied hair walked in.

"Manager...you come too."

You probably didn’t hear it, right?

The two male colleagues, who were whispering to each other, felt a thump in their hearts at the same time.

The bamboo manager in front of him just nodded and said calmly: "I'll wash my face."

"Oh... let's go out to work first." The two said quickly.

"Wait a minute..." Manager Zhu suddenly stopped the two of them, "Tboy, please help me find some information about other advertising models. They should be fresh-faced and pure."

"Manager, are you still looking for models at this time?"

"Well, I plan to make another small film." Zhu Maolin nodded.

"This... manager, didn't you just mention that you still need to reshoot?"

"I just decided." Zhu Maolin waved his hand and said: "You don't have to look for those who are well-known. It doesn't matter if you are new to the industry, cheap, or even a student. I just want the one that feels right."

But who knows how you want to feel... Manager Zhuda!

But the one who was appointed did not dare to say a word, so he could only agree... As a social worker, unless he wants to fire his boss, he is really unable to resist the leadership's orders, and they are still work orders.

No matter what, if it doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one to take the blame!

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"By the way, let's go downstairs to buy some food and drink. If you want to drink Red Bull, buy more. Then go back to Amy and use department funds to reimburse you."

"I know, I know..."

Sure enough, I heard it.

This workaholic! r