Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

Morse• Urey• Typica didn’t like his name Urey; he preferred others to call him Mr. Morse.

Especially these days… He felt he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he was strangely detained in a police cell because due to being frammed… But in fact, these days he was secretly making a plan with Brubov to deal with Efim.

And the plan was finally completed.

“Brubov, Congratulations, you will be the new Duma. The House of Commons needs an excellent person like you.”

That was not in the Typica’s manor, but in a private room of a restaurant downtown.

“Well done, Mr. Morse.” Brubov was calmer than Morse imagined. He could be described as taciturnity at the banquet.

And Brubov strictly did not touch alcohol… which was very rare for Russian men.

Brubov looked at Morse and lightly said, “The nomination will be released in two months. And I will bring forward the shipping amendment plans in the Parliament to fight for more benefits for your ‘company’.”

“Hahaha! Brubov, I like your pragmatic character.” Morse happily said with his eyes narrowed, “But work hard doesn’t mean you don’t need to relax. I’ve arranged a few good girls for Mr. Brubov tonight…”

“If that’s everything you need, I’ll go back to the company.” Unexpectedly, Brubov suddenly stood up and looked at Morse, “Please keep in touch.”

Morse face didn’t change, but showing a rather regrettable look, “Well, then I’m looking forward to have a dinner with Mr. Brubov next time.”

Brubov just nodded and tidied up his clothes… After that, he left with his bodyguards.

“Tut. Brubov reminds me of the Germanic nation.” Morse drank a mouthful of red wine, “Not a real Russian.”

“Sir, Brubov is a real Russian, this should be confirmed.” The old butler reminded him.

Morse shrugged, “I said it’s my feeling… I hate such stiff guys.”

Morse suddenly thought of something, and whispered, “Go arrange a few people to go to Brubov’s company. I don’t like that he leads me by the nose.”

“Yes, sir.”

…

“Boss, do you really want to work with the Typica family from now?” In the car, the upright-sitting secretary suddenly asked.

Brubov slowly opened his eyes; he looked out of the window, and suddenly asked, “Where’s this place?”

The secretary just said, “It’s near Tverskaya Street.”

“Stop here, I want to get off and take a walk.” Brubov quietly said.

The secretary had to ask the driver to stop the car near the street. After getting off, Brubov said, “Wait for me here, I want to walk alone.”

“Boss, it’s too dangerous.” The secretary frowned.

Tverskaya Street, which was filled with lots of shops and restaurants, was a good place of consumption for tourists and local people. The large crowds allowed this place be the favorite place of pickpockets. So, it was reasonable for the secretary to worry about the safety of her boss.

“Did you forget what my previous job was before?” Brubov patted the secretary’s shoulder and indifferently said, “Just wait for me here.”

The secretary had to stop speaking. Of course, she knew what her boss was before he went into business.

He was a soldier.

…

…

When it came to the history of the club, there should be a place for it to settle. Just like the club that was now was settled in a real shop, but in a different dimension. The club must have existed someplace in Russia too.

“A spice shop?”

“Yes, this is the former site of the club.”

Boss Luo sized up the shop, which specially sold all sorts of spice coming from the European area.

Anyway, he didn’t believe the former boss who never went out could specifically select such a place to do business.

So… It was probably chosen by the servant girl.

Luo Qiu curiously looked at You Ye… The servant girl just blinked her eyes and asked with her head tilted, “Master, what’s the matter?”

Was she… acting cute?

The servant girl of the club acted a once-in-a-century cute.

“Nothing.” Luo Qiu just remembered her appearance in his heart and quietly admire this instead of talking more. He smiled, “You seldom come back, so let’s buy some spices as…”

He suddenly stopped talking, and turned his sight with a trace of suspicion.

The weirdness came from a black card… And the black card reflected the mood of its owner.

It was not very strong but it gave a signal that it wanted to meet the boss. You Ye seemed to sense the same feel, and her steps stopped, throwing an inquiring look to Boss Luo.

“Build a place for negotiation.” Luo Qiu slowly ordered.

The servant girl nodded, and her sea-like dark blue pupils were glittering… Looking at You Ye’s eyes, Luo Qiu couldn’t help thinking of the day that he came to the club as a guest.

She was still so charming.

…

Gradually, Brubov strangely felt that the pedestrians were decreasing.

It was not because he went to a place with few people, but people disappeared gradually from his sight in this street.

And the dusky gray mist began to emerge from the ground. Brubov subconsciously put his hand on his chest.

In his suit pocket, there was a secret that he didn’t intend to share with others in his life… He subconsciously walked faster, and finally he came to a small spice shop.

Yes, the small shop… Once in a while, he went through this shop, and quietly stood here for a moment.

Most of the time, he gained nothing. But this time… He saw something different.

Everything in the shop seemed to turn static… Like going through a gap of time and space.

There was no shopkeeper or guests… Except a man and a woman. And the man, who had his back facing him, was watching the commodities on the display cabinet.

As for the girl…

“Miss You Ye! It has been a long time. ”

Brubov took a deep breath; he looked up, stepping into this spice shop after a second of hesitation.

…

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Brubov.” The servant girl greeted with a smile.

Now Brubov sternly said, “Since that time, I went through here many times, but…”

“The club had moved away from here for a while already.” You Ye still had the professional smile, “But, if the transaction desire of the customer is strong enough, it is entirely possible to come to our club. Mr. Brubov, maybe every time you just hesitated when approaching. ”

Brubov bitterly laughed, “Twenty years ago, I spent my love for obtaining enough money… Now I’m still single.”

He shook his head, “These years, no female could touch my heart, even if many of them were excellent enough. I think my hesitation may be because of this.”

“Well.” You Ye nodded without talking more, and quietly turned around to look at the figure of her master.

Brubov took a deep breath and sternly said, “Long time no see, Mr. Luo.”

“But I think we haven’t formally met each other before. Mr. Brubov… Have we?”

Actually, several days ago, Boss Luo had seen him but he couldn’t see Luo Qiu; However, Boss Luo thought, “What the hell do you mean by ‘it’s been a long time’…”