Trafford’s Trading Club

When Cheng Yun estimated the time and returned, he found Zhong Luochen and Cheng Yiran were in the living room.

Neither of them talked. Zhong Luochen was taking a rest with eyes closed, while Cheng Yiran was touching his guitar but not playing it.

Cheng Yun didn’t find any expression on their faces, which made it hard for him to judge what happened when he left, whether a good conversation happened or something unpleasant occurred.

But he was a man filled with life experience and quickly found a scheme to deal with it.

Putting it simply, he planned to use good news to test them.

“Mr. Zhong, some new from the TV stations. A few other singers announced their support for our Yiran, so the disturbance of the Internet has been suppressed.”

Zhong Luochen opened his eyes, “Cheng Yun, go pack Cheng Yiran’s baggage, he will live here for a while.”

Cheng Yun gaped and astonishment came after. However, he didn’t show it on his face. He nodded, without revealing what he was thinking about.

‘That’s weird, why did Second Young Master invite him to live here… He doesn’t like anyone else living here, let alone Cheng Yiran, who he has not seen many times.”

But when Cheng Yun turned to Cheng Yiran, he found that he had stood up, “Manager Cheng, can you take me outside, please?”

After saying that, he glanced at Zhong Luochen, picking up the guitar silently.

Cheng Yun was confused and said ‘ok’… but he didn’t plan to pry any news out from Cheng Yiran today.

He knew Zhong Luochen hated that. If he knew about that, he would keep his distance from Chen Yun. Just like those former followers.

Thus, he had to get some news through observation and thought.

“Ahha… you’re good, Mr. Zhong invited you to live in his house, that never happened before!” Cheng Yun laughed while driving the car, “Yiran, it seems Mr. Zhong likes you very well, work hard and don’t let him down.”

“Manager Cheng, can you stop over there?” Cheng Yiran pointed to some place by the roadside.

Cheng Yun gave a start, “Nothing is around here, why do you…”

Cheng Yiran shook his head, “Just drop me here… and please help me pack and move my baggage.”

“Oh… don’t worry.” Cheng Yun stopped his car.

Seeing Cheng Yun leaving, Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

He ran to the front… according to Zhong Luochen’s instructions, he was revealing the desires in his heart.

If a customer like him was thinking about something…

Ring—it was as if he heard such jingle bell—and meanwhile, a cool sensation appeared, like walking into an old house in the deep mountain.

Cheng Yiran opened eyes and looked about—He saw this miraculous shop again. Frowning, he finally pushed open the door.

…

Zhong Luochen had told him the legend of this shop—He didn’t know much, but knew more than Cheng Yiran.

At least, though Cheng Yiran had finished a deal, he had never been to this place.

“Mr. Cheng, what can we do for you?”

Cheng Yiran found the voice of that mysterious businessman again, which made him recall his appearance clearly.

He couldn’t see him clearly in the dim room; and so did this time, he still wasn’t able to see his real face, which was covered by the clown mask.

Cheng Yiran focused on the boss… but he didn’t see the female accompanying him.

“You lied to me!”

Cheng Yiran quickly stepped to the boss with anger in his eyes.

While Luo Qiu pointed at the chair, and pulled it out, “Take a seat, Mr. Cheng.”

Cheng Yiran stood and claimed the reason he came, “You lied to me.”

“I don’t know what Mr. Cheng is talking about.” Luo Qiu answered slowly.

Cheng Yiran tossed out the guitar and scolded, “What did you say? You said only if I own it, I can… but now, don’t you know who I am on the Internet? I’m called a liar! A lie pushed forward by money!!”

“Yes.” Luo Qiu nodded; he didn’t answer but asked back, “Did Mr. Cheng think the reaction of those live audience was an illusion?”

Cheng Yiran sneered, “Their reaction was useless. If I only needed that, how can I be established in the music circle? What you do is selling inferior products!”

Luo Qiu looked at Cheng Yiran’s eyes, “Many people will like the timbre of this guitar, but its range is around 100 meters. Of course, people who heard it will have the impression that they like it. As for how long it will last… it depends on how long haven’t they listened to its sound.”

Cheng Yiran exploded angrily, “So isn’t this an inferior product?!”

Boss Luo said, “Theoretically, you can walk everywhere within the world and have every ordinary person love you.”

Cheng Yiran smiled wryly, “You mean I have to play the guitar in every corner of the world? Ridiculous!!”

Boss Luo said calmly, “Mr. Cheng… before you bought it, didn’t you feel it ridiculous to for someone to ‘love it crazily as soon as one listens to it only once’? And, your desired to succeed and be famous… don’t you think you’re on the way to success? Customer, you’ve been the talk of the city, haven’t you? More of your influence will bring down those dissenting voices. Time will prove its value.”

Cheng Yiran gaped and could not say out one word!

But it didn’t mean his mood had been relieved. He was still resentful, “But you… you didn’t tell me that at the beginning!”

“Customer, that’s because you didn’t ask me.”

Boss Luo shook his head, “Do you need me to help you remember? That night… you were ecstatic and looked at me while holding it… don’t you remember that? You just took a glance at me quietly, as if you were worrying it would be withdrawn… then you ran away quickly.”

Cheng Yiran stepped back with cold sweat… that night, he really acted like that!

All the pretense and ugly thoughts had been completely revealed by this mysterious businessman… Even he himself felt it disgusting!

That was a horrible feeling as if he was falling!

Cheng Yiran face turned pale, with fear, shame, pain and rage. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, “Are there… any other limitations of this guitar?”

“Besides the range…” Luo Qiu said softly, “If the song in your heart changed, it won’t have its magical powers any longer.”

“If the song in my heart changed…” Cheng Yiran raised his head suddenly, “What do you mean?”

“Customer, it’s the problem you should consider.”

Luo Qiu suddenly stood up and waved his hand, “If you don’t have any other questions about yourself, then the consultation today is over… And, if Mr. Zhong does have something to ask, please ask him to drop by.”

Cheng Yiran was greatly frightened.

At that moment.

He came back to the place he was dropped at by Cheng Yun.