Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 17: mask

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Regarding the black card that Luo Qiu noticed, Ren Ziling showed a kind of doubt, and subconsciously muttered: "Last time... did you have this thing? Why don't you remember it?"

Luo Qiu heard Ren Ziling's doubts in his heart, but he knew the reason.

The black card in front of him is indeed an item of the club. This thing may have been placed here all the time, but few people will notice its existence.

Not really invisible, but just blind. This kind of black card has the ability to make ordinary people subconsciously ignore it—just like the existence of the club itself.

Even if it is in the middle of the road, those who should see it will see it, and those who do not need to see it will not see it.

"Well, it's there. Maybe the editor-in-chief Ren didn't pay attention last time." Zhang Qingrui couldn't see any abnormality on her face, she looked at Luo Qiu naturally and said, "Are you interested in a black card?"

The existence of each black card represents a potential source of customers for the club. Of course, these are the things left by the previous boss-but it is impossible to say that they are not interested.

It's just that if you directly show interest, Luo Qiu feels it's inappropriate.

So he shook his head and said, "Not really, it just feels strange."

He looked at Zhang Qingrui and said, "This black card doesn't look like an antique handicraft, but it's placed here. If you care about it, you probably care about the incongruity?"

Zhang Qingrui smiled and said, "A guest once asked this question, how do you think I answered it?"

Luo Qiu shook his head directly, as if it's okay if you want to say it, but it doesn't matter if you don't.

Zhang Qingrui was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this is really a guy who doesn't intend to chat casually.

A classmate, there are a few days in a month when you can't see up and down. Although it is not necessary to understand the level, people are curious by nature, and they will indeed have the idea of understanding this kind of guy who can keep silent from time to time.

It's just that after all, it was an idea that came out occasionally, and Zhang Qingrui didn't pay too much attention to it. Luo Qiu didn't intend to open the door of his heart, and there was no need for her to knock on it persistently. In the first place, it was neither relative nor acquaintance, it was just a fate of meeting in the same class, but it was also a fate that could be dissipated at any time.

"No comment."

Thinking of this, Zhang Qingrui slowly said the answer at that time.

Ren Ziling was taken aback when she heard that, but when she thought that a guy like Luo Qiu who didn't understand his style probably made the girl unhappy, so she made a little tease, and didn't say anything more.

She has been a reporter for many years, and has been observing the details. Now she has heard what Zhang Qingrui said, and she already knows that this is a kind of rhetoric in disguise.

Ren Ziling pretended to check the time on the phone, and then said with a dazed expression: "It's so late already? I'm sorry, Miss Zhang, I just remembered that I still have something to interview... Well, thank you for your hospitality today Also, my Luoqiu is just a piece of wood, so don’t take it too seriously. Since we are both classmates, we can always keep in touch when we have time. Since we are classmates, it is only natural for us to be good friends! This kid is actually very good, He is kind-hearted and also... Hey, hello, Luo Qiu, before I finish, you just... "

Damn mentally handicapped...

Feeling humiliated, Luo Qiu sighed inwardly, and walked outside first. After Ren Ziling quickly said a few words on the occasion, she rushed over in a hurry.

Zhang Qingrui didn't restrain her smile until she watched the two leave the collection room.

The antique woman in a long cheongsam frowned slightly at this moment, looking at the black cards on display, she suddenly opened the glass cabinet, wanting to reach out to touch it.

But her finger stopped in front of the black card, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally took it back, and then re-covered it.

Gu Yuezhai's young female general manager frowned prettily. She has only started to take care of Gu Yuezhai in the past two years, but she has seen many celebrities.

But there are not many people who will pay special attention to the black cards when they come to the collection room. She knew that it was something her grandma, the real owner of Gu Yuezhai put here on purpose. She also asked why, but she never got an answer. Grandma shook her head silently, as if she was jealous of something.

This black card seems to have a magical power, as long as you stop and watch it, you will feel like you want to hold it in your hand. Apart from her grandma, Zhang Qingrui was probably the person who had the most contact with this kind of black card, so this feeling became more and more intense.

Not only her, even those guests who noticed the existence of the black card would show a look of being unable to look away, and they could only escape if they woke up.

Some customers also said that they can directly ask for a price, no matter how expensive it is, as long as they can get this black card.

It's a pity that this thing is not for sale... That's why she didn't understand why her grandma put it here.

"Exhausted stamens."

Just as she was distracted, Zhang Qingrui heard the familiar voice of her grandma. The little girl felt startled, she turned around quickly, walked quickly to Mrs. Zhang, and held her arm, "Grandma, why are you down? I seldom see you Come to the collection room."

"I suddenly wanted to come down and take a look." Mrs. Zhang said slowly, and then frowned again: "How many times have I told you, don't look at that kind of black card too much."

Zhang Qingrui's parents died early, and she was raised by Zhang Li Lanfang since she was a child. She loves, respects and fears her grandma, so she quickly stuck out her tongue and said, "I just entertained two guests, and Qingrui didn't pay attention for a while... "

The old lady suddenly sighed, but also walked towards the position where the black card was. She just stood in front of the cabinet, motionless, and said to herself, "I shouldn't have kept it back then."

"Grandma?" Zhang Qingrui called out in doubt.

The old lady Zhang shook her head: "Son, take it out and put it in the box immediately, I want to use it."

This thing should have been placed here when Gu Yuezhai was completed. It has never been left for so many years, but today it suddenly said that it would be taken out. Zhang Qingrui couldn't help feeling a strong curiosity, and couldn't help asking directly: "Grandma , Did something happen? I seemed to see that Young Master Zhong came to you again just now, didn't he... "

The old lady Zhang nodded, but shook her head again, and finally said: "Although that surnamed Zhong is a very outstanding young man, but he has carved too much, you'd better not get too close."

Zhang Qingrui didn't say anything, but what was on her mind was: I have figured out the time of that guy's arrival recently, if it wasn't for hiding from that guy, I wouldn't have made up my mind to bring Ren Ziling and Luo Qiu here personally up.

At this time, Zhang Qingrui took out the black card and packed it according to what grandma said.

Mrs. Zhang said: "Next time that person surnamed Zhong comes again, you can give this thing to him. But remember to tell him that it can only be used once, and return it immediately after use, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Although Zhang Qingrui was curious, it was obvious that her grandma didn't intend to say more, so she just nodded, not to mention that someone noticed the black card.

It's actually not that big of a deal.

"Master, what is this?"

At noon, Ren Ziling left Luo Qiu next to a bus stop and stepped on the gas pedal to the fullest, letting people see the horror of the female driver and rushing away.

Anyway, he had already skipped class for half a day, Luo Qiu thought he might as well escape today, and went back to the club directly, and began to look carefully at the album that Gu Yuezhai had brought.

"Well, something I don't have a clue about yet." Luo Qiu said casually.

But he suddenly remembered something, looked at You Ye and asked, "By the way, I remember that there seemed to be a few masks in the warehouse on the first floor? Help me take them out."

He is free to use what's in the club - what the club has accumulated over time.

Here is one of the rules of the club.

Items already in storage cannot be used for sacrifice.

That is to say, if Luo Qiu chooses to store the trading gold in the future, there is no way to sacrifice it, and the operation of putting the trading gold into the warehouse must also be compensated by the owner of the club with his own life.

This sounds like a trap.

But in fact, if it is used as a transaction fee, under the club's contract, there is a time-limited protection period. During this period, the 'transaction gold' cannot be used, and there are only two ways to choose storage or sacrifice.

"Okay. Master wait a moment." You Ye didn't ask why.

Just like the owner of the club must abide by the rules in the manual, You Ye, as a doll maid, will unconditionally follow the instructions of the club owner.

Watching You Ye go to pick up things, Luo Qiu touched his face, and said to himself: "It's troublesome for Zhang Qingrui to have a black card. What if she came over with a black card that day? It's easy to handle..."

I want to go deeper, when Luo Qiujue appears as the owner of the club in the future, it seems that he can't use the identity of 'Luo Qiu' anymore.

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