Trafford’s Trading Club

When he saw the exaggerated Buddha statue in the lobby of the China Street Chamber of Commerce Building again, Luo Qiu suddenly asked curiously: "So, this Buddha statue was decorated by Mr. Blind?"

The Buddha statue is placed at a somewhat special angle, as is the 'Shengmen' of the Chamber of Commerce Building.

"Not the Buddha statue, but it is also a friend of Mr. Blind from Nanyang." Song Haoran was lighting incense. "Speaking of which, Mr. Blind always said that Buddhism and Taoism have the same origin, so he looks like a Taoist priest, but in fact he is not at all. Reject Buddhist things."

"You seem to believe in these things." Luo Qiu took another look at the Buddha statue.

Song Haoran clasped his hands together at this time, and held the lit sandalwood between his fingers. He closed his eyes and bowed devoutly a few times before inserting the sandalwood into the incense burner.

"I actually don't believe in this nonsense." Song Haoran chuckled: "If there is a god in this world, then the god must be myself. Because only I can make myself do the impossible. Therefore, what I worship is Myself."

Luo Qiu looked at Song Haoran and suddenly said: "That's right. Only if your own spirit lives in your heart can you be invincible."

Song Haoran was very happy that Luo Qiu did not cancel his confidence, and at the same time looked at Luo Qiu, "What about you? What is the god living in your heart?"

This question finally stopped Luo Qiu. He thought about it carefully and said uncertainly: "Probably, it can only be me."

Song Haoran did not continue to ask, but said calmly: "Let's wait here for Baishuitang to come down."

He walked towards the rest area of ​​the Chamber of Commerce lobby.

Luo Qiu looked at Song Haoran's back... and could already see a huge, vague shadow, surrounding Song Haoran all the time.

"There really is a god living here."

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"Second uncle, what do you think?" Song Ying looked directly at Baishuitang.

Different from Song Haoran or Song Tianyou's attitude towards Bai Shuitang, Song Ying actually seems to be closer to him. After all, Bai Shuitang is the younger brother of Song Ying's father. Although Song Ying's father married into the Song family, he was still from the paternal side and the representative of the Bai family.

Although Song Ying's feelings for Baishuitang are not as deep as those of Mr. Song and Song Haoran, she still remembers what happened when she was a child. Baishuitang was really good to her at that time.

However, Song Ying didn't interact much with other members of the Bai family.

There were not many outsiders in the office, and Baishuitang seemed a little more relaxed now, "Xiaoying, you said that Accountant You made false accounts in China Street's accounts, and also absconded with the money... Among them is Is there something wrong?"

Song Ying did not intend to elaborate on this matter with Baishuitang. The group still had a lot of things to deal with, so she said directly: "There should be nothing wrong with absconding. As for the false accounts, I personally found out. If You You There is nothing wrong with the accounting itself, so why does all the information on his computer disappear when someone disappears?"

"Well... what you said makes sense." Baishuitang nodded, "But it's so sudden, and I couldn't be fully prepared for it."

"It doesn't matter, we will make up for the mistakes later." Song Ying said very decisively: "Now, take the account books that you can find first, and I will review them here."

"Now?" Baishuitang frowned.

Song Ying said: "What, second uncle, is there a problem?"

Baishuitang shook his head and said: "No, I'm just afraid that your body won't be able to bear it... But since you said it, you can definitely do it. My second uncle believes in you. After all, you are a very good girl in mental arithmetic. You have been a child prodigy since you were a child. "

"Then I'll trouble you, second uncle." Song Ying smiled slightly.

"I'll let someone get it. You wait here." Baishuitang said at this time: "By the way, Xiaoying, why don't you just wait here? I'll go say hello to the young master first, what do you think? "

Song Ying waved her hand and said, "It's okay. You can go and accompany my uncle. Just leave someone behind to look for things for me. If there are any unclear accounts, I will ask you again later."

"Okay, it's up to you." Baishuitang nodded. He quickly found his secretary and asked her to lead Song Ying and others to the Finance Department of the Chamber of Commerce.

After a while, Baishuitang was the only one left in the office, and his expression suddenly turned gloomy, "Why is this girl here too today?"

Baishuitang's thoughts have actually changed at this moment, and these changes started precisely because he met Luo Qiu in his humble abode.

At first, Baishuitang thought that as long as he could get rid of Song Tianyou, Song Haoran and Song Ying, he would have a great chance to occupy the apparent wealth of the Song family and the giant Song Dynasty.

But the sudden appearance of Luo Qiu in the humble abode made Bai Shuitang wary.

Since the Song family can have an extra man like Luo Qiu, does it mean that there are other direct descendants of the Song family outside who have more legitimate conditions than him?

Taking this into consideration, Baishuitang had to make temporary changes to the original plan. Instead of the Song Dynasty benefiting other hidden heirs of the Song family, it would be better to directly benefit Song Ying.

As long as Song Ying fully takes over the Song Dynasty, then as Song Ying's uncle, there will be many things he can do. Even if Song Ying and further could take over the power of the "Iris" in the Song family's mysterious village...

"Let's see if Basil can take down Song Haoran today." Baishuitang showed a cold smile, then arranged his clothes and hurried to the lobby of the Chamber of Commerce.

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When Baishuitang came to the lobby rest area, he happened to see Song Haoran's happy face. He asked curiously: "Young Master, is there anything worth being happy about?"

Seeing that Baishuitang was coming, Song Haoran waved his hand and motioned for Baishuitang to sit down, "President Bai, the information you gave is absolutely correct. Just Ouni gave me a reply, and our people broke into this group of remnants directly. There were four guys in the hiding place, two were killed and two were captured. Do you think I can be unhappy?"

"This is indeed good news!" Baishuitang was "refreshed" at this time. "The master said that the young master has always been a deputy general. As long as you take action, there is nothing that cannot be done. I think this is not wrong at all. .”

Song Haoran laughed and said: "Yes, things went so smoothly. God is also helping me. But it's a pity that Basil was not found this time. It seems that he was lucky and escaped this time."

Baishuitang said indifferently: "Since we have captured the two of them alive, we can definitely find out Basil's whereabouts. We don't have to worry."

"I think so too." Song Haoran said confidently: "Basil is like a mouse crossing the street now, he won't dare to show up in a short time. President Bai, we can celebrate our ancestors for a while... Song Ying is looking for you Is the matter done?"

"I have made arrangements, don't worry, young master." Baishuitang whispered at this time: "Besides, the Red Building is ready, uh... do you think?"

"Let's go together!" Song Haoran slapped his thigh and stood up, "President Bai, don't say that our two families are relatives, but if the girl is not good later, I will definitely punish you!"

"Of course! Of course!" Baishuitang quickly laughed apologetically: "It's really not good. I'll leave it here now. I'm bragging about Maotai!"

"Domineering! I just like you, haha!" Song Haoran patted Bai Shuitang on the shoulder, then rubbed his hands and said, "Then let's go!"

Song Haoran was a romantic by nature, greedy for drink and lust, and a veteran in the entertainment industry... This was something that almost everyone knew. Baishuitang narrowed his eyes at this moment and laughed apologetically all the way.

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In a small meeting of the Finance Department in the Chamber of Commerce Building.

The secretary moved a thick stack of ledgers to Song Ying, "Ms. Ying, this is a copy of last year's ledgers. If you don't want to read these first, we are sorting out the rest."

Song Ying nodded, then glanced at the secretary and found that her collar seemed to be a little low, but she didn't say anything, just hummed lightly.

Song Ying casually opened one of the ledgers and took a brief look at it. However, the computer she was pressing on suddenly stopped. Song Ying seemed to have remembered something and suddenly looked at Song Da, who was sitting on the chair against the wall. , "Song Da, I have a stomachache. Will taking Chinese medicine help?"

Song Da opened his eyes, with a surprised look on his face, and then said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Then...Miss Ying, why don't you ask your mother-in-law about this matter?"

"What are you talking about? I'm talking about normal stomach pain! It's not what you think! Damn it!" Song Ying glared fiercely.

Then you will die if you add Master Qiu as the subject in front...

"It should be effective." Song Da had no choice but to respond aggrievedly, "How about I ask the blind man for some elixirs?"

"No need." Song Ying lowered her head expressionlessly and continued to look at the account book.

But after a while, Song Ying raised her head absently, "By the way, where is my second uncle going now? I always feel like they are hiding something from me."

Should I say it’s a woman’s sixth sense?

From the beginning, Song Ying felt that Song Haoran was a little weird.

"This... Miss Sakura, I'm not too sure about it, because the president didn't tell me."

Song Ying said calmly: "Did I not tell you, or are you not allowed to tell me?"

"Miss Ying, I really don't know..." The secretary looked at Song Ying a little aggrievedly. According to legend, Miss Ying from the Song Dynasty was moody and a very difficult person to serve.

"Okay, since you don't know, then go and find out for me." Song Ying glanced at the watch on her wrist, "Reply me in half an hour. If you still don't know, your year-end bonus this year will be Cancel it."

"Miss Sakura... aren't you making things difficult for me?" The balance in the secretary's heart was tilting, but she was still struggling hard.

"What?" Song Ying suddenly sneered: "According to the rules, President Bai is also an employee of the Song Dynasty, that is, my subordinate. Do I, the boss, even have to do what my employees do during working hours? Are you not allowed to know? Are you planning to rebel?"

"I, I don't dare!" The secretary's face suddenly turned pale.

The employee benefits and treatment of the Song Dynasty Group are really good. This is a job that many people are fighting to keep. The secretary gritted her teeth at this time. After weighing the pros and cons, she finally succumbed to the group's talker. Under the power of lust.

The secretary bent down and whispered in Song Ying's ear: "Miss Ying, you must not say that it was me who told the story. In fact... the president is taking Young Master Song and Young Master Song with him at the moment. My companion went to the Red Mansion in the back street to play..."

"What!"

Just after hearing this, Song Ying was filled with anger, slapped the table hard, and almost roared: "I work so hard here, they actually dare to visit the brothel!!"

"Miss Sakura, shush... don't get excited!" The secretary was immediately shocked that Miss Sakura's voice was so loud. She didn't know if anyone in the corridor outside heard it.

"no!"

Unexpectedly, Song Ying didn't listen at all, but stood up with a loud sound, clenched her fists and said: "Okay, my true nature has been exposed... She is indeed a pervert! I can't help but expose it!! If you catch a scene, I will take my father’s last name! Song Da, let’s go!”

"good……"

Song Da weakly rubbed his forehead and stood up... Speaking of which, isn't it natural that the daughter's last name should be the same as her father's?

"Miss Ying, what should I do with this account? There are so many..." Su Mei quickly reminded her at this moment.

"You should figure it out yourself first!"

Song Ying hurriedly confessed and strode out of the small conference room.

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The decoration style of this red building is like the brothel style of the 1940s and 1950s. The girls are basically wearing slim-fitting cheongsams, holding this fan in their hands, swaying.

When he first entered, Luo Qiu smelled a strong smell of rouge, and then saw a middle-aged woman behind the bead curtain slowly walking out with a slender pipe and a smiling face.

This should be someone similar to the Madam in the Red Mansion... The Madam came to Baishuitang very enthusiastically, half-leaned and said: "President, I haven't come to visit you for a long time. Have you moved to a new venue? ?”

Baishuitang smiled awkwardly. As a subordinate, it was common for him to take his boss to visit places like this, but it didn't mean that the boss would like his employees to visit such places frequently.

Fortunately, Song Haoran was not unhappy at all. Baishuitang cleared his throat and said: "I brought two distinguished guests here today. You are so kind to entertain them. You must greet them until you are satisfied!"

"Slim and fat, Chinese or Western, it's up to you to choose." The old bustard said with a smile: "It just so happened that a few chicks came here in the past few days, which is quite good... They are actually your distinguished guests, the president, so I just need to give you a share The red envelope is enough, the drinks are free!”

"The boss lady really knows how to do business." Song Haoran suddenly chuckled and said, "I'm just afraid that the money won't be small, right?"

"Oh, you are the president's distinguished guest. Do you still care about these small sums? We are just running a small business here. The people who do this business are all hard-working women. Please don't embarrass us, distinguished guest."

"Haha, yes, I have plenty of money. As long as it makes me happy, no matter how much it is." Song Haoran waved his hand, as if he was a prodigal.

But at this moment, he looked at Luo Qiu with a sly look. Thinking of what the madam said, Luo Qiu probably understood what Song Haoran was thinking in his head.

Luo Qiu shook his head gently, suddenly his eyes froze, and then asked: "Where is the bathroom?"

"Front, I'll have someone take you there, distinguished guest."

The Madam quickly called a waiter and led Luo Qiu out, while she herself took Song Haoran and Bai Shuitang to the best box in the Red Mansion.

"I can just go in there myself."

In front of the bathroom door, Luo Qiu said calmly to the waiter. The other party was very obedient, smiled and stood outside the door waiting. Luo Qiu didn't say anything and walked in directly.

However, a few seconds later, Luo Qiu walked out again, but the waiter waiting at the door seemed to have seen nothing and took out his cell phone to look at it.

Instead of going to the private room where Song Haoran and the others were, Luo Qiu walked into the working area of ​​the back kitchen of the Red Building.

He just caught sight of a familiar figure and staggered past.

At this time, in the back kitchen area of ​​​​the Red Building, a woman who looked still young was sitting on a low stool, sweating profusely, bending over and washing the dishes in the large basin.

This is Natasha's sister, Yuna, whose legs are disabled.