Trafford’s Trading Club

One shouldn’t deny themselves because of one failure. One needed to experience failures… many times. Not only Cheng Yun, but also Cheng Yiran realized that. He went downstairs with weak legs on the pretext of going for a walk—The bodyguard let him go without doubting anything.

Some patients were enjoying the sunshine in the park of the hospital. Cheng Yiran observed their reactions when he was playing his guitar. The desperations and failures were transforming into fears—he was immersed in an icy cold fear.

‘What is the song of heart? What is it?’ He tried his best to recall the conversation between the mysterious club owner and him when they met the second time.

“It seemed that he has recovered since he can already go downstairs himself.” Zhong Luochen said.

…

‘Why did he show up in such a short time? Perhaps he had known my secret…’ Cheng Yiran was in a panic. ‘I am in the hospital due to the car accident. So it’s normal that he would come here to see me… It’s fine.’

Cheng Yiran kept himself calm by looking at the yard but not at Zhong Luochen. He said to Zhong Luochen, “The ward is too quiet, so I came here.”

“Really?” Zhong Luochen nodded and sat down at the location which was two seats away from Cheng Yiran. After a silence, he said, “Today is Friday… can you start your performance on the weekend?”.

Cheng Yiran frowned, “Do you want me to perform in such a terrible condition?”

Zhong Luochen said, “We all know that your skills are not qualified at all. If the song is too complex, we can change it into simple folk music. Generally speaking, folk music can be also touching with the help of the magical guitar.”

This man was different from Cheng Yun… he knew so much about music.

Zhong Luochen continued after Cheng Yiran’s silence, “Time is limited, the number of audience for the next show will be more than sixty thousand. You will be regarded as a legend if you can conquer a sixty thousand audience under the condition of being injured and just came out from the hospital.”

Zhong Luochen shook his head and added more, “Also, our company has invested a lot of money into this show… although the money is not the important thing, I don’t want to waste the resources. If we can’t achieve something, then it would be useless.” Seeing Cheng Yiran put his fingers on the guitar, Zhong Luochen smiled, “Of course, if you think it is still difficult for you, I won’t force you… are you facing any difficulties?”

Cheng Yiran sighed, and let his hands tremble on purpose, he said to Zhong Luochen, “Look, I am so weak. The doctor said I need to rest for more than one month.”

“One month…” Zhong Luochen nodded. He said after thinking for a while, “OK. I got it. You rest first. Our company will deal with it. You’d better go back now in case some reporters come in.”

Cheng Yiran didn’t feel easy after hearing Zhong Luochen’s words. He got even more fearful than before. He became famous in such a short time… he would be nothing without this guitar. He would be nothing AGAIN. Cheng Yiran went into a daze as if he couldn’t see anything now.

But Zhong Luochen said, “Oh, would you like to follow me and see something interesting?”

Cheng Yiran was stunned.

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Cheng Yiran was not surprised when he found Zhong Luochen leading him to a meeting room because he knew that Zhong Luochen was efficient. What made him curious was that someone was screaming in the room.

But Zhong Luochen did not seem surprised about this… Gradually, Cheng Yiran recognized the voice. It was Li Zifeng… but why would he scream?

He got the answer when the door was opened. Li Zifeng was leaning in the corner with sweat trickling down his forehead. Blood was flowing from his mouth and his eyes were unable to open. Cheng Yun was standing in front of Li Zifeng—He had taken off his suit and was rolling up his sleeve. He had stuffed his tie into the space between his buttons and his hair was a mess… now, he was beating Li Zifeng with his fist.

“What… happened?” Cheng Yiran was much more fearful… upon seeing this.

“Oh, Mr. Zhong, hello.” Cheng Yun stopped.

Li Zifeng slid down along the wall with weak breath. He looked at Cheng Yiran and Zhong Luochen. Li Zifeng wanted to say something but failed. He gave a pleading gaze.

Cheng Yun wiped his sweat and picked up the bag on the table, “Mr. Zhong. Things should be clear now. This guy embezzled two million from our company. And there is a contract… Yiran, you should have a look at it.”

Cheng Yiran found Li Zifeng turn terrified when he got the file from Cheng Yun. He read it quickly… as he had been a similar contact. Even party A and B were the same… But! The only difference was that the party A and B has been interchanged…

“What’s…” Cheng Yiran threw the contract into Li Zifeng, “What’s this?!” For Li Zifeng, the contract was much horrible than Cheng Yun’s fist.

“Tell me!” Cheng Yiran squatted and grasped Li Zifeng’s collar. Li Zifeng showed a pale face without a word.

Cheng Yun snorted, “He attempted to alienate Hong Guan and you.”

Cheng Yiran was stunned and looked at Cheng Yun. Cheng Yun said with a shrug, “These tricks would be commonly used by agents. They wanted to be trusted by the singers and gained benefits by binding them. There were some loopholes in the rules of our company. You know that there are some old staff that remained because of the re-organization with Heaven Shadow Entertainment… We managed to abolish these bad tricks when our company went on the right track. But… but.”

Cheng Yun glanced at Li Zifeng, “Some people are shrewd… Yiran, we did sign a contract with you and Li Zifeng was in charge of it at that time… the two million on the contract with Hong Guan was your money. Hong Guan didn’t receive the money given to him. He just accepted the benefit for staying in this hospital with his wife.”

“Hong Guan…” Cheng Yiran sat down on the ground suddenly and then grasped Li Zifeng’s collar again, “You… you, why!”

Li Zifeng said nothing.

Cheng Yun smiled coldly, “He was in a great debt. His salary couldn’t afford the cars, villas, and even several girlfriends… the loan company was chasing him tightly.”

“Li Zifeng, you are a bas*ard!” Cheng Yun stopped Cheng Yiran when he was about to punch Li Zifeng’s face. “Yiran, don’t get your hands dirty, I can beat him instead of you.”

Li Zifeng pushed Cheng Yiran away and pushed Zhong Luochen away in a panic, “Mr. Zhong. Mr. Zhong… please. I can give the two million back! Don’t call the police! Please! I promise I will… I don’t want to go to the prison… please…”

“How dare you ask for forgiveness?” Cheng Yiran was furious.

Li Zifeng swallowed saliva, “Yiran, I have no choice… speak up for me for the sake of the chances I provided you with.”

Cheng Yiran smiled suddenly, “You cheated me. I would never speak up for you! Call the police now. You need to pay for your embezzlement and fraud… why should I speak up for you!”

“Cheng Yiran! You would be a neglected trash without me, you…” Li Zifeng shouted, “You are a totally ingrate!!”

“Stop talking!” Cheng Yiran was going to beat him. But Cheng Yun stopped him.

Li Zifeng was hopeless. He said, “Hahahaha! You are a backstabbing wolf! I am not wrong! Why could I alienate you two so easily? Because of you, you are stupid! You two are not close enough! You are a selfish bast*rd without regarding Hong Guan as your best friend! You are not any different from me. Don’t glorify yourself.”

‘We… are of the same kind.’

Cheng Yiran face turned pale immediately.