Trafford's Trading Club

“These properties are all my own. I can do whatever I like without worrying about them.” Cui Fo said in a deep voice.

“Well then… the property under your name, deposits, and all the insurances, etc., I have already done all the loans for you… According to your instruction, I just look for private loans. Regardless of the amount of interest, as long as the maximum amount is about 5.7 million Australian Dollar.”

“Got it.” After Professor Cui Fo and Tom briefly said a few words, they immediately hung up the long-distance call.

Soon after, there was another call with a different name. This was another bank manager that Trevor knew.

“Hello, Professor Cui Fo, we have already approved the mortgage of the property rights you made…”

Then it was the call from the publisher, “Professor, are you sure you want us to sell out all your copyrights permanently?”

Phone call after another phone call… In the shortest amount of time, this professor with status had turned into an economic fraudster.

Finally, Trevor made a call and slowly said, “Mr. Liu, I think we can talk about the black diamond you have on hand.”

“Yes, when?”

“How about after three days?”

“Three days? I have a lot of buyers on hand, I’m afraid I can’t wait for you?”

“Mr. Liu, I believe that my price will satisfy you. No other people will offer a higher price than me.”

“Two days, only two days!”

“Deal.”

…

In the club.

“…On the second floor above, you can enter at will, except for the rooms of the master and me. There is also a room on the second floor that is working at this time. Try your best not to disturb them.” The maid was explaining things to Dazhe. “In addition, the B1 floor is the warehouse and the master’s study room. If there is no permission from the master, you cannot enter.”

Dazhe nodded and silently remembered the rules here. In fact, there were not many rules, except he couldn’t betray the boss, the rules seemed to be very loose. The Black Soul Messenger had a lot of freedom.

“What about the B2 floor?” Dazhe asked curiously.

You Ye said sternly, “Only the master can enter the B2 floor. Any messenger, including me, is in danger as long as we approache. Remember that.”

“Clear.” Dazhe nodded and suddenly asked, “Then do I have to greet the other Black Soul Messengers?”

When he said this, the maid had taken Dazhe for one round and came to the kitchen.

At this time, Maid was placing foods that Dazhe could not even name on the delicate birdcage dishes, none of them looked like works of art.

“Number 9 is performing the master’s mission, I am afraid he won’t come back in a short time. As for Number 18, because of the degree of freedom, you may be able to see him tomorrow or maybe a long time later.” You Ye said calmly, “As for Tai Yinzi upstairs, he is enjoying himself up. Maybe you can try to greet him. In addition, the Black Soul Messengers such as No. 1, No. 666 are on vacation… By the way, the vacation of No. 666 should be ending. Get to know him if there is a chance.”

“Number 666?” Dazhe was taken aback. On the one hand, he was surprised that Black Soul Messenger was able to reach the number 666. On the other hand, he was also complaining about the number 666— the Chinese had a profound feeling about 666(it means badass or overpowered).

You Ye picked up the tray with the meal and the teapot, and she smiled slightly, “This number seems to have a bit of interesting meaning here. But in the West, it has another meaning. Of course, this is also just a definition by the human, you don’t need to care too much.”

Dazhe nodded, then he said, “Um, let me help you?”

“No need, just let me serve the master.” You Ye said faintly, “Don’t learn the thoughts of the one upstairs.”

Dazhe looked at You Ye’s back and rubbed his chin, not knowing what he was thinking. But he didn’t stop for long, and he immediately followed her.

After passing a mirror decoration in the corridor, Dazhe glanced subconsciously. After becoming a Black Soul Messenger, he returned to his youthful appearance again.

…

“Have you already introduced everything to him?”

“En, I’ve done it.” The maid put down a cup of hot tea in front of the boss, “The master just went out once and you brought back a new Black Soul Messenger… and it is someone who can use Zhan Lu. Since a hundred years ago, after the death of the messenger who used Zhan Lu in the crusade, it had been unable to find a suitable user. Is the master preparing for something this time? For Penglai…”

Luo Qiu just smiled without answering.

He suddenly opened his palm, and a little fluorescent light floated from his palm.

The fluorescent light rose slowly and came to You Ye’s eyes. The fluorescent light and her blue eyes gleamed with each other. The maid subconsciously said, “What a beautiful longing.”

“That’s right.” Luo Qiu smiled and said, “but it would be a shame to offer as a sacrifice.”

“But the altar will like it very much.” You Ye smiled.

At this moment, Boss Luo also had a bunch of sweet-scented osmanthus on his other palm—they seemed to be freshly picked; they were delicate and fragrant.

You Ye blinked.

These sweet-scented osmanthus flowers began to dissipate in her master’s hands, then they gradually turned into a mercury-like color. Segments of small silver sweet-scented osmanthus flowers began to line up, and it finally molded into a small exquisite hairpin.

At this time, the floating fluorescent light melted into the hairpin little by little, giving it a touch of light color.

Luo Qiu took the newly made hair clip in his palm, then he pinned it to You Ye’s long hair before saying softly, “Then you, would you like it?”

“I love it the most.”

Please, please be my master all the time; forever and ever… can you?