Trafford's Trading Club

Pastel was a delicious snack commonly found on the streets of Rio [1]. Firstly, spread the flour into a square shape, then wrap it in cheese. Afterward, add beef or chicken, etc., and fry it in a frying pan until the hue turns golden.

The hawker had fried several pax of Pastel, but no one contributed to the business. The reason was naturally the hostage-taking incident at the theater. It paralyzed the traffic on the most prosperous section of Rio at this moment.

Of course, the hawker didn’t care much about his sales at the moment. He was also following the latest information on the theater events on Twitter and the comments sent by people from various parties on the screen. Uh, yes, the so-called insider information is spread rampantly.

In short, Rio was chaotic this evening. But, those spectators who liked dramas happily participated in this unprecedented discussion.

“I want two pax of Pastel.”

“Okay… Wait a minute.” Although the hawker was a little reluctant because he was at the most exciting part of the story, the hawker still responded to the customer who came to his stall… a young customer.

Asians?

The hawker took a glance out of surprise. Behind this young man was a woman with a suit jacket wrapped around the lower half of the body. Maybe her skirt is torn or something?

But, how do they still have the mood to come here to buy food? Isn’t it time to watch the show in front and become a member of the spectator crowd?

The hawker was loading food into the container while absent-minded. His gaze was still fixed on his phone.

“There should be many people who are hungry over there. Maybe you can take a couple of fresh Pastels and sell them to the crowd. I think your business there should be better.” After the young man took the two pax of Pastel from the hawker, he smiled.

The hawker was taken aback for a moment, and then he patted his head: Damn it! Why didn’t I think of it as the best time for my business!? With so many people spectating, there must be many who haven’t eaten dinner!

“Thank you for mentioning it. Where did he go?” The hawker could no longer see the young man. Even the woman waiting at the side had disappeared.

But he didn’t overthink. He frantically made fresh Pastel with his swift hand, then put them into a basket. Then, he rushed into the crowd and shouted, “Freshly cooked Pastel, buy three… Sorry, buy four get one free!”

Looking at the hawker who was yelling hard for his sales, Luo Qiu took a bite of Pastel while the maid smiled slightly, “The ingredients aren’t fresh, but the sauce is special, so the taste is not bad.”

“So the street food is excellent.” The boss smiled.

You Ye took the handkerchief and wiped the oil stains from the boss’s mouth so that his master could be a clean and quiet foodie and spectator.

“Speaking of which, I forgot to return this pistol.” Boss Luo took out a pistol at this time, which Song Haoran had given him previously.

He shook his head, “Forget it. We will return it on the next encounter.”

You Ye suddenly asked, “Master, Mr. Song has that ‘thing’ on his body, will it be fine?”

Luo Qiu said calmly, “It’s just the soul remnant that just reborn. No matter what glory or power the soul remnant had in the past, it has now disappeared in the long river of history. In the future, whether it succeeds in becoming Song Haoran or Song Haoran succeeds in becoming It, that is the fate between him and it. But are there ancient ruins hidden deep in the jungle? It seems that we obtain many gains from this trip to South America.”

The maid no longer asked further. The master only cared about the story behind his father’s life rather than the so-called blood relatives.

“Speaking of it, I only did one business for a couple of days we’re here. It isn’t quite optimistic.” Luo Qiu pondered for a moment, “I can hear a lot of desires, so let’s just pick up orders outside of our interests.”

After hearing that, the maid nodded, put down the Pastel she only had a couple of munches, and stood up.

But Luo Qiu grabbed her to sit down again and said softly, “Don’t worry, let’s finish eating first.”

As he said, he also used his sleeve to wipe the gloss on You Ye’s lips and whispered, “I solidified the sense of taste for you so that you can remember the taste of all the food.”

“En.” The maid replied tenderly.

The boss raised his left hand and swiped, summoning a panel in the process. Within the panel was the scene of Caroline, who was stuck in a taxi on the road.

After just one glance, Boss Luo stopped paying attention and then looked towards the theater.

This glance stripped off all the outer walls of the theater, leaving only the theater’s structure in sight. There was no secret to this iconic building in Luo Qiu’s eyes.

…

Lluvia initially thought that after sending the three people, including Dr. Franky away, Song Haoran would hide and wait for the rescue from outside; or perhaps they would mix in with the hostages again to create more opportunities when leaving. But, Song Haoran asked Bucky to contact the thugs capturing Mr. Billy. He seemingly intended to ‘join up’ with these thugs.

“According to the rumors, Mr. Billy is a grateful person.” Song Haoran smiled, “I wonder how he will repay us after we save him?”

Lluvia couldn’t help but complain, “Military advisor, no matter how grateful that person is, he is still a politician.”

Song Haoran said, “That’s better. Those who hire us are often the politicians. Dad has accumulated a lot of customers over the years, but I also have to accumulate my customer base.”

O’Neill had no objection to Song Haoran’s plan. Instead, he was eager for bloodshed because he was interrupted earlier. He grew a little bit impatient, “If I go back and my wives know that I was kidnapped, they would laugh at me! I don’t want this to be a stain in my life.”

Lluvia was somewhat more conservative. He was full of worries, resisting Song Haoran’s adventurous characteristics.

Song Haoran suddenly held Lluvia’s chin up and said affectionately, “Also, don’t forget our plan tonight. Although my father requested us to terminate the operation, there is no such word as termination in my dictionary.”

“En…” In the end, she was no match for this man’s beast-like gaze under the noble man’s shell.

You will definitely become the ‘Iris’ king.

…

According to Song Haoran’s orders, O’Neill and Lluvia immediately lie in ambush at this time, waiting for the person pursuing Billy to appear. They would want to utilize the surprise factor to their advantage. As for Bucky, Song Haoran personally watched him while directing his actions.

“Hey, kid, you’re not a real government member, are you?” Bucky pondered.

“You’re not the police’s spy, right?” Song Haoran replied indifferently.

“Let’s strike a deal. If you let me go, I can give you wealth beyond your imagination. Brother, we are all here for the money. There is no need to lose our lives.” Bucky quickly suggested.

Song Haoran asked curiously, “You seem confident that Roger can win. Armed forces fully surround the theater. We’re encaged. Do you really think he can escape? Or do you really think that the hostages are enough to negotiate with the country?”

Bucky shook his head, “As you said, those chips aren’t enough for negotiation. Both parties are just delaying time. The releases of Moria and I are also intended to borrow time. But, we seniors watched Roger growing up. Although he is a fanatic, he isn’t a fool. He would never do things that he wasn’t sure about. So I think he might still have some crucial thump cards up his sleeves. The ace of spades that gives him the courage to go against the country!”

“You’re not as good as the rumored idiot.” Song Haoran nodded and said nonchalantly, “Do you know that Roger has buried a lot of explosives here, and he can raze this place to the ground in a few seconds?”

Bucky’s face changed drastically at the moment, and he looked at Song Haoran in horror. If it’s true… Motherfucker!

Why didn’t I climb the pipe to flee with the old man and the little couple just now!?

It’s too dangerous here! I want to go back to prison!