Trafford’s Trading Club

"What's going on?" 'Arnold' was startled.

Caroline sat down and said seriously: "Do you remember that I mentioned to you that a bank card was stolen from me on the day Livia died?"

‘Arnold’ nodded and sat down.

Caroline said: "Actually, that card was temporarily given to me by someone else for safekeeping... The other person said that the money in it was troublesome and could not be touched casually. I don't know the specific reason, but the guy said that this amount Once the money is moved, it is very likely that the police will find it.”

'Arnold' frowned and said abruptly: "You mean... that's black money?"

Caroline shook her head: "I told you, I don't know. I just kept it for someone else. After it was done, the person said that he would give me a very generous reward."

Caroline glanced at 'Arnold' and then said: "There was a password written on that card. I couldn't help it and took a look at it quietly... The numbers inside were a bit scary!"

‘Arnold’ suddenly said: “How many.”

However, Caroline showed a look of caution, "The key is not how much money is there, but I think Haley will definitely withdraw the money. Because he doesn't know that the money inside cannot be touched."

"This..." 'Arnold' thought seriously for a while, "How are you sure that this money really cannot be touched? Besides, why did that person let you keep such a large amount of money and write the password on the card? ?”

Caroline smiled bitterly and said: "Otherwise, how do you think an ordinary person like me could get such a large amount of money? If I had this ability, how could I be like here now, hiding here and there, afraid of a Boston Boss? Moreover, I don’t know the reason why he wrote the password on the card, just like I don’t know why he chose me to keep it for him... However, I always feel that that person is not an ordinary person. Originally, holding such a large sum of money People who have money dare to ask someone like me who has nothing to do to keep it, they must have some confidence, right?"

'Arnold' was silent, and after a long time, he suddenly asked: "Is this mysterious man really so dangerous?"

Caroline nodded seriously and thought: "On the same night that the incident happened, the boss Neymar in our slum was assassinated, and at the same time, the confidants of a powerful boss next door also died together. For this reason, the two gangs started fighting like crazy. Speaking of which, Livia planned to run out and hide for a few days because the family was in too much chaos..."

She glanced at 'Arnold' inadvertently, and then said with a wry smile: "It's just that she may never think that there is more danger outside."

"My condolences." 'Arnold' comforted him, and then said cautiously: "So, do you think this money is related to the fight between the two big gangs?"

Caroline shook her head and said: "How do I know so much? I'm just a very ordinary person... But I think there may be a relationship between them? Otherwise, it wouldn't happen on the same night. But in fact, this is not the case. Well, I took this job because I was obsessed with money at the time, but now that I think about it, I was still too impulsive. That kind of money is not something that a person like me can get... Now that Hailey has stolen him, it doesn't matter, I can do anything. Turn to him."

"That guy actually killed Livia... It can be considered a kind of retribution." Caroline sighed, then looked at 'Arnold', and suddenly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. After all, no matter what, Hailey is also yours..."

'Arnold' looked a little unnatural, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, we have no feelings for a long time, life or death has nothing to do with me..."

The topic suddenly fell into silence, and 'Arnold' didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Caroline suddenly said: "Then... how about I help you do it?"

‘Arnold’ was stunned and looked at Caroline in confusion.

I saw Caroline clasping her palms at this moment, then moving them up and down a few times, biting her lip and saying: "I'm sorry...I, I only know this way of comforting men...I feel like you should be feeling quite uncomfortable. of."

"No... no need." 'Arnold' stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, "I... I want to go outside for a walk... just a walk. You... if you have nothing to do, it's best not to go out. .”

Caroline nodded in understanding.

Arnold quickly dressed and left the dormitory directly. After waiting for a while, Caroline quickly put on a loose coat and quietly followed out.

She lost everything, not just her bank card, but even her savings were confiscated by the Boston boss... All of this was because of the guy named Hailey.

She didn't know if the current 'Arnold' was Hailey, but maybe she would find a clue this time.

People die for money.

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…

After a long day's work, Mr. Offee went home earlier than usual tonight. When he returned home, he saw his servant Bara walking up to him quickly, looking worried.

"What happened?" Mr. Offee asked with a frown.

Bara shook her head: "Sir, I don't know what to say... How about you go and take a look for yourself, Mr. French seems to be a little unusual today."

Mr. Aoife was startled and frowned again: "Where are the others?"

Bara quickly said: "He is in the workshop in the backyard."

Mr. Aoife left his briefcase on the sofa, and walked with Bara to the workshop in the backyard. It was said to be a workshop, but in fact it was just a small cabin, which was usually used to store sundries and could be used by some families. Hardware and stuff like that.

When Mr. Aoife and Bara arrived, they saw Dr. French lying on the ground. He was holding chalk in his hand and writing something quickly on the floor.

A series of complex formulas composed of various symbols and equations are not only on the floor, but also on the walls and tables. Any place where you can see the blank space is now filled with various formulas.

Dr. French seemed to have fallen into a crazy state, and the ground was densely covered with discarded chalk heads.

"How long has he been like this?" Mr. Offee's frown deepened.

"It's been a long time." Bara said: "As soon as Mr. French came back from the evening, he walked directly here. I didn't pay attention at the time. I didn't realize this until I made dinner and was about to call him. . And no matter how I call him, he ignores me."

Mr. Aoife walked directly behind Dr. French at this time. Just when he was about to speak, Dr. French suddenly stood up and said, "Harry, the amount of rocket propellant and engine parameters are suitable for the ideal speed. I How many times have I said that we can’t just use Tsiolkovsky’s formula to calculate it? That set of formulas is outdated!”

Mr. Offee was startled by Dr. French's roar.

His face changed slightly, and he saw that Dr. French was talking to an old brown bear puppet placed on the table... Mr. Aoife didn't know what happened to Dr. French at this time. But in his opinion, Dr. French was just talking to himself!

"This is Harry." Bara walked over at this time, pointed to the brown bear puppet, and then pointed to a dilapidated transistor TV not far away and said: "This is Bowefu."

Under Mr. Aoife's incredulous gaze, Bara helplessly pointed to the other items in the workshop one by one, such as hammers, electric drills, fishing rods, etc., and named each one.

Finally, Bara picked up a deflated football on the ground and said with a wry smile: "This is you, Mr. Aoife... The doctor said that you were hindering his work, so he directly put you... Oh, I mean, he Kick the ball away."

Whenever Mr. Aoife heard the name of Bara, Mr. Aoife's face would become ugly.

Bara was hesitant to speak at this time, but finally called Mr. Aoife, and then hesitantly pointed at her head with her fingers, "Sir, is there something... wrong with Dr. French?"

"These guys are from back then..." Mr. Aoife suddenly trembled.

He pulled Dr. French's shoulders heavily, and then stared into Dr. French's eyes seriously, only to see that Dr. French seemed to have no feeling and muttered something to himself, "High-energy propellant, It is necessary to use propellants with high specific thrust that are more effective... The structure of the first- and second-stage rockets is lighter, and it should be even lighter... It's just a little bit close..."

"Old guy!" Mr. Offee shook Dr. French's shoulders vigorously at this time, "Can't you hear me!! Wake up!!"

"It still doesn't work... It still doesn't work... Maggie, help me do another simulation. I seem to have thought of a new breakthrough point..."

"Maggie is dead!!" Mr. Offee roared suddenly.

Dr. French was suddenly startled, then looked at Mr. Offee in confusion, frowned and said: "Who are you? Why do you appear in my laboratory? Don't disturb my work! The next experiment will start in half a year! Get out of here and stay out of my way!"

Dr. French shook off Mr. Offee's hands, then took the chalk in his hand, turned around and wiped a bunch of formulas on the table, and then continued writing.

Mr. Aoife was so angry that he reached out to grab Dr. French's arm, snatched away the chalk in his hand, and said angrily: "What are you doing to me! I said, Maggie is dead! It was you who caused the accident." dead!!"

But Dr. French screamed and even pushed Mr. Offee away, "Guard! Guard! Knock the person out!! Guard!!"

I saw Dr. French frantically grabbing various tools on the table and throwing them towards Mr. Offee.

Scissors, hammer, glue...

Seeing this, Bara quickly pulled Mr. Offee out of the workroom, "Sir, I think we shouldn't stimulate Dr. French... He is in a very bad state now."

"He's absolutely crazy!" Mr. Offee cursed angrily, "He doesn't even recognize me!"

But Dr. French regained his composure after Mr. Aoife and Bara left the workshop, and began to draw on the floor again.

When Mr. Aoife saw this, he closed the door of the workshop bitterly, and then said angrily: "Lock it! If you don't feed him, let's see how long he can pretend to be crazy!"

Mr. Offee turned and walked away.

Bara glanced helplessly at the window, but Dr. French seemed to be fine.

Bara sighed, she knew something about this family... Is this Dr. French's counterattack against Mr. Offee's forceful resignation from his job in the scientific research institute?

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Song Tianyou hadn't slept so late for a long time.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when he got out of bed. While he was full of energy, he also felt a sense of fulfillment. There is nothing more satisfying than completing a long-cherished wish for many years.

"Master, you're awake."

Uncle Wu had already arrived in front of Song Tianyou with his servants and towels and other washing supplies.

Song Tianyou was not in a hurry to wash up, but asked: "Where is Luo Qiu? Is he awake? Did nothing happen last night? It's my fault, he went to bed too early."

"Nothing special." Uncle Wu smiled and said, "Master Qiu has been tired all day and fell asleep early. But he has woken up now and is with the eldest son, saying that he will buy you something to eat."

Song Tianyou smiled and said, "Whatever you want to eat, just let the fourth child make it. Why do you have to go out and buy it yourself?"

Uncle Wu said: "The young master said that he wanted to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks, so he went to China Street to buy some... he should be back soon."

Song Tianyou was relieved for a while and said: "These two children are determined... Old Five, help me up."

Uncle Wu quickly helped Song Tianyou up, "Master, be careful."

Suddenly, a man walked quickly to the door of the room and said respectfully: "Sir, your satellite phone is calling from China."

"China?" Song Tianyou frowned and said quickly: "Take it over."

Uncle Wu waved his hand at this time, and all the servants exited the room in an orderly manner. After Uncle Wu took the phone and handed it to Song Tianyou, he also exited the room and closed the door.

Only then did Song Tianyou say seriously: "I am Song Tianyou."

"It's me, the Song family brat."

Song Tianyou quickly sat down and his attitude became humble, "Sister Li, why are you calling me so late?"

This phone call was from Huaguo late at night...from the old Mrs. Zhang Li Lanfang of the Zhang family.

"Song kid, I found something about the person you asked me to check. I guess you will be very interested."

"You tell me." Song Tianyou frowned.

"You, the Song family, were probably killed secretly." At the desk, Zhang Li Lanfang looked at some materials in front of her, "Here are some materials, let me tell you about them..."

This is what Shi Shijie sent and has already sorted out. Zhang Li Lanfang didn't hide anything, and calmly stated everything he had learned.

"...That's probably it. My manpower is still checking all the people who were on duty that year. I hope to give you more information as soon as possible. Little kid from the Song family, are you listening to me?"

Song Tianyou was silent for a while, and then he said slowly: "Sister Li, can I trouble you with one more thing?"

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I want to go back."

Zhang Lilanfang frowned, "How many people are there?"

Song Tianyou said in a deep voice: "Three hundred!"

"Too much."

"No amount is too much!" Song Tianyou said solemnly: "I know this is a bit overwhelming. If Sister Li finds it too troublesome, Tianyou will find other ways."

"You are going to bring about a bloody storm...Song family brat." Zhang Lilanfang sighed: "I will think of a way, but it can only be done in batches. I hope you don't go too far."

"Kindness without saying thanks."

"But I have a condition."

"You say."

"I recently took on a job that almost required a professional manpower. Little guy from the Song family, you three hundred people will need to lend me a hand when the time comes. How about that?"

"Just as I was told." Song Tianyou agreed without even frowning.