Trafford’s Trading Club

This is the first rain after New Year's Day. .

The temperature in the south suddenly dropped by six to seven degrees due to the arrival of the rain, and it finally felt like winter.

Shi Shijie wrapped himself in a long gray windbreaker and got out of the car. He told the driver the waiting time and pressed the doorbell of the Zhang family mansion.

The servant walked out quickly and led him all the way to the study of Zhang Lilanfang, the old lady of the Zhang family.

"Mr. Shi, I won't go in. The old lady is waiting for you inside." The servant left very politely: "I'll go get you a cup of tea."

"Thank you." Shi Shijie replied, "Actually, you don't have to be so polite."

As the veteran of Zhangjia Group, Shi Shijie has been here since Zhang Qingrui's father's generation. Now as the general manager of the group, he used to come and go from Zhangjia as a routine matter.

He knocked on the door first, and after waiting for a response from the old lady inside, Shi Shijie straightened his clothes and pushed the door open. He walked straight to the desk.

The old woman has been resting at home since she suffered a fall a few months ago. Except for the birthday party earlier, she has not appeared in front of others for a long time. Of course, the old lady has been reclusive in recent years.

There are still many people who want to meet every day, but they are blocked by the servants one after another.

"Ma'am, you look much better."

"Shijie, you're here, take a seat." Zhang Li Lanfang smiled.

"Where's the lady?" Shi Shijie asked as he pulled up his chair and sat down.

"Nannizi has gone to school and said her final exam is about to take place. She has just changed departments and is lagging behind in her studies, so she needs to work harder. She has been coming back late recently."

In the old days, people like Shi Shijie would have been classified as retainers, close relatives and confidants.

Modern people are impetuous and utilitarian, and it is difficult to find people who value friendship and loyalty like Shi Shijie. That's why he can hold a high position in the group.

But conversely, it can also show that the Zhang family is now in a dilemma of having no one available.

If Shi Shijie goes one step further, it seems that he can already peek into the group's board of directors.

Some thoughts flashed through Zhang Li Lanfang's mind, but her face was calm. She closed a Buddhist scripture she was reading, and then pondered for a moment.

Shi Shijie was very good at figuring out the old lady's meaning, so he immediately said: "Madam, is there any trouble?"

Zhang Lilanfang shook his head: "The trouble is not a troublesome thing, it's just that things are a little beyond my expectation... In other words, as the old saying goes, everything in the world is impermanent."

"lady?"

Zhang Lilanfang moved the Buddhist scriptures on the table, and found a photo underneath the scriptures. She pushed the photo out a little, and Shi Shijie understood. He quickly took it over and took a look, with a surprised look on his face.

"Isn't this young man the lady's..." He looked at the old lady in surprise.

He recognized the young man in the photo and even investigated his background. The name of the young man in the photo was Luo Qiu, and he was in the same class as Miss Zhang.

That class is a bit special. On weekdays, there are only Miss Zhang and the young man in the photo. The old lady suspected that this young man had ulterior motives, so she investigated secretly.

However, the class was later cancelled, Luo Qiu dropped out of school, and it seemed that he had no contact with Ms. Zhang anymore, and the investigation was dropped. If the old woman hadn't suddenly taken out this photo and stimulated his memory, Shi Shijie would have almost forgotten the existence of this young man.

"Madam, why is this? Has this young man come to contact the lady again?" Shi Shijie frowned.

"If this is just the matter, it would be easy to handle." Zhang Lilanfang said helplessly: "Yesterday, an old friend of mine came to me. He said that he had found the descendants of his lost relatives, so he asked me to do a favor and check it out carefully. Issues."

"Him?" Shi Shijie looked at the young man in the photo again in astonishment. The buildings around him didn't look like they were domestic. They seemed to be overseas, but he couldn't tell where exactly they were for a while.

The photo was taken from the side, a bit like a candid shot.

"My old friend has confirmed it." Zhang Li Lanfang counted the beads on his wrist, "You should check it carefully. Especially about his father. I heard my old friend said that Luo Qiu's father had an accident that year. He died, but the records are not very detailed, so just go find it."

Shi Shijie nodded, but asked doubtfully: "Madam, if we want to really investigate the background, would it be more appropriate for Ah Qi to take action?"

There are very complex forces behind the Zhang family. On the surface, the Zhang family is engaged in business. This is the result of the industry development after the old lady joined the Zhang family. Behind the scenes, the old woman, as a young lady of the Li family, also had some properties of her own, but she didn't do it for free. But behind the scenes, the Li family's annual profits were probably much greater than those of the Zhang family group. .

And the Ah Qi in Shi Shijie's mouth is now the person in charge of the Li family's business, and has a very large intelligence network.

"His father is a public official." Zhang Lilanfang said calmly: "Have you forgotten?"

"Oh...I remembered, it's the police." Shi Shijie nodded, "It just so happened that our group recently wanted to give some funds to the sponsors in the bureau. I'm going to ask their leaders."

"It's okay to ask, but don't make it public." Zhang Lilanfang warned: "My old friend's identity is a bit special and it is not convenient to reveal it."

Shi Shijie was startled, and then nodded solemnly. If the old lady could use the word 'special', then she was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Go ahead and notify me as soon as you have any news." Zhang Li Lanfang waved his hand.

Shi Shijie nodded and left. He originally planned to go back to the company for a meeting today, but thinking of the old lady's instructions, after getting in the car, he asked the driver to call back to the company and cancel today's meeting.

"...Also, help me make an appointment with Director Chen and tell him that I want to treat him to a meal."

"Okay, Mr. Shi."

…

Zhang Lilanfang was still in the study, counting Buddhist beads and reciting the Guanyin Heart Sutra silently. After a period of silent recitation, she picked up the phone.

"Madam, what do you want from me?" This was an old and gloomy voice.

"Ah Qi, do something for me." Zhang Li Lanfang said calmly.

"Ma'am, please tell me."

"In some time, an old friend of mine may come back to China." Zhang Lilanfang paused, then continued: "His identity is a bit special, but if he enters the country, he should have a way. But you still help me prepare. one time."

"Okay, I'll prepare the special passage right away. Whenever your friend arrives, I'll have someone pick him up right away."

"Well, go ahead." Zhang Li Lanfang nodded, and then asked: "Has anything special happened recently?"

"Madam, our business is running normally. In addition, I recently received an order, and I was considering whether to agree to it. Originally, I wanted to find more information before contacting you and letting you make a decision."

Zhang Lilanfang said: "Let's talk about it."

"The list was sent by a Japanese." Ah Qi said quickly: "He said that he has a special map on hand, saying that he can directly enter the main tomb chamber of the real Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, and now he wants to cooperate with us to develop it."

"Qin Emperor's Mausoleum?" Zhang Lilanfang was extremely surprised, "Someone is actually interested in it... Is the map real?"

"I don't know. Our people are still identifying it, but several masters said that this map can almost be traced back to the Qin Dynasty. However, the structure shown on the map cannot be compared with any known structural diagram of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. It can be connected.”

"Hmm..." Zhang Li Lanfang pondered.

Ah Qi said again: "Madam, the country had an order a long time ago, explicitly or covertly not allowing the initiative to develop the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. What do you think we should do with this list?"

"If the map is real..." A glint flashed in Zhang Li Lanfang's eyes.

As a fighting family that has been passed down from ancient times, the wealth accumulated by the Li family is unimaginable... Although such an industry has been maintained, it is more just to prevent this technology from being lost, and there are even ancestral precepts. reason.

However, as a descendant of a family of inverted warriors, I have some complex feelings about the legendary and mysterious Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. Several generations of the Li family have also devoted themselves to the excavation of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.

Of course, even if the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum is finally successfully excavated and some precious secret treasures are unearthed, it is not important to Zhang Li Lanfang that he can overcome this difficult problem that generations of the Li family have devoted their blood to research.

"Ah Qi, bring that map and show it to me." Zhang Li Lanfang ordered slowly.

Regarding the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the Li family had already gone deep into it once during the Song Dynasty. A large amount of information was inherited from their ancestors, and this batch of information was even more than the existing official information.

This is a secret. Zhang Li Lanfang originally thought that this was a secret that never saw the light of day until she turned into loess and finally passed it on to Zhang Qingrui.

But now... maybe you can give it a try.

As long as you live.

…

…

The old nun pushed open the door of the monastery room and came in with a bowl of freshly cooked fish soup in her hand.

In the room, a young nanny was sitting next to the bed, taking care of the unconscious little girl who was picked up from under the tree after the storm last night.

"You haven't woken up yet? Charlotte, how are you?" The old nanny put the fish soup on the cabinet next to the bed.

The young nanny... Sharti shook her head: "Still not awake, Nanny Delan."

"Possible child." Mother Delan put her hand on the little girl's forehead and slowly closed her eyes: "May the Lord bless you."

At this moment, the sleeping little girl's expression suddenly showed a hint of pain, and some beads of sweat suddenly appeared on her neck.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Sharti grabbed the little girl's hand with some heartache, as if this could give her some courage to get through the difficult situation.

Mother Delan sighed, "I don't know why the call can't be made. Otherwise, we can call the doctor. It looks like she has a fever and her forehead is very hot."

"I don't know who is so cruel." Sharti was a little indignant and reached out to grab the silver collar around the little girl's neck and the small length of the chain that was left.

"You feed her some fish soup." Mother Delan said softly: "I'm going to see if there is any way to find someone to help and send her to a small clinic in the village."

Sharti nodded.

Mother Teresa left the room again. Charti fetched a spoon and brought the fish soup to the little girl's lips. She found that she couldn't feed her any more.

Charti had no choice but to drink the fish soup first, then leaned down, put her lips on the little girl's lips, and then slowly poured the fish soup into the little girl's mouth.

This was not an easy task. It took more than ten minutes to finish feeding a bowl of fish soup using this method.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the little girl’s face seemed to look much better after drinking the fish soup.

Sharti then brought a plate of warm water, moistened the towel, then helped the little girl up and began to wipe her face and neck. She had already changed her clothes into a clean set last night.

But just now the little girl had another nightmare and broke out in a cold sweat. It was not good to be wet. Sharti simply untied the little girl's clothes and began to wipe the little girl's back.

There is no need for any maintenance products or anything to apply. A little girl at this age has smooth and smooth skin, like a freshly shelled egg.

The warm rag rubbed the little girl's back bit by bit.

Charti looked at the back of the little girl's neck, the soft line between the small earlobes and her neck, and for some reason her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Her breathing also became a little heavy, and her throat became slightly dry.

Charti shook her head, took a deep breath, and began to pass the hand holding the hot towel under the little girl's armpits, letting the little girl lie in her arms, and then began to wipe the front of the little girl's body.

The small half of the silver chain from the necklace on Serial's neck was now hanging on the little girl's chest, close to her body. At this time, Charti was unable to move away from the two pink spots on the little girl's body. Eye.

Her breathing became heavier... The little girl's body seemed to be filled with endless magic power, causing her to lose her rationality all of a sudden.

Unable to suppress the instinctive impulse, Charti couldn't help lowering her head and gently kissed the little girl's shoulder. As if sucking, her tongue began to move back and forth on the little girl's shoulder.

Her hands had already put down the gentle towel, and then climbed up the little girl's body.

Why...the body...

Charti suddenly raised her head, then let go of the little girl in horror, and then looked at her hands... shaking a little.

Charti quickly clicked a cross in front of herself, then clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, "Master, please forgive your sinners."

Charti then gritted her teeth, quickly put on the little girl's clothes, and then covered her with a quilt. She didn't even dare to look at the little girl, and hurried out the door.

She had to go to the auditorium to pray and feel ashamed, otherwise she felt that she would not be forgiven... How could she do such a thing?

Oh my God! I must have been tempted by the devil!

…

Sharti didn't know that after she left in a hurry, a strange crack and twisted space suddenly opened in the room.

A woman in black and white maid clothes walked out of the crack and stood in front of the bed: the club's maid.

Looking sideways at the little girl who had not yet woken up, the club maid had no expression on her face and looked down at her coldly, making her look like a statue.

"You hurt the master, I didn't say I would let you go..."

The maid lady put her hand on the little girl's forehead, "Star of the morning...original sin of arrogance, since you chose to fall in this place, then feel the glory of your father."

The maid's palm suddenly burned with black flames. The flames printed a black lotus mark on the little girl's forehead, then sank into her forehead, and finally disappeared.

"Enjoy your vacation."

After doing this, the maid returned the same way, and the crack finally disappeared, leaving only the sleeping little girl in the room.

She seems to have stopped having nightmares.

…

drink! Drink... drink! ! drink! ! !

In an abandoned building, Bucky was wearing an olive branch-shaped crown. Then he grabbed his wrist and waved his arms.

There was a silver ring on the finger of the waving arm.

drink! ! drink! ! !

He waved again and again. More than an hour had passed, and Bucky's body was already wet with sweat.

"what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a seemingly emotionless voice came from behind Bucky, which made Bucky startled. He quickly turned around and saw the maid in the club.

"No... didn't you ask me to practice?" Bucky swallowed nervously, "So I was thinking that if I shouted it more powerfully, the effect would be better."

The maid said dullly: "You just need to practice the meditation technique that I gave you to improve your mental power. To activate the blessing ring and gospel crown, you only need mental power."

"Yes... that's it." Bucky nodded, always wondering if this beautiful-looking maid would suddenly tear her body apart and turn into a bloody mess.

snort! Even if your appearance is more promising than Lucifer's, don't even try to lie to me!

Then, the maid lady waved her hand, and a stool appeared in the void. The maid lady sat down directly, and an album appeared in her palm.

Bucky's sharp eyes immediately saw that this picture book seemed to be a recipe book? Recipes...recipes? ? ?

The maid opened the recipe and then lowered her head to read. "You can meditate. My master is on a business trip. Until you achieve some results, I will keep an eye on you and assist you in soul harvesting."

But I would rather practice alone...

Bucky looked at the maid lady with pain in his back... Don't you know that this will make people feel a lot of pressure?

suddenly.

"That's right." Youye raised his head, looked at Bucky and said calmly: "I will leave every day for breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner. You can move around freely... starting from today. Now, the distance There’s still one hour and thirty-seven minutes until tea time.”

oh! Praise God!