Trafford’s Trading Club

Volume 9 – Chapter 56: Little Lu (Part 2)

“Okay…”

Seeing that Tboy walked out with Little Lu who had not fully awakened from the state of being selected, Zhu Maolin quickly cleaned up the things on the table.

I can’t let time stop…No way.

…

Outside the floor where the advertising company was located, Dazhe was drinking Master X’s Iced Black Tea while floating in the air outside the nineteenth floor.

While practicing the flying ability, he spectated the guests inside… and another performance.

It was the fledgling new model ‘Little Lu.’

Of course, Number 18 was acting as Little Lu. But, why was it so?

The story started last night…

…

“Didn’t you say that men don’t want to go home sometimes to have a little free space?” Number 18 spoke harshly to Dazhe.

The floating Black Soul Messenger duo was just outside Zhu Maolin’s house.

“En… Even if it is between husband and wife, it is normal to quarrel and fight for a few days.” As an experienced person, Dazhe obviously had a lot of rhetoric.

“Really?” Number 18 sneered, “If it was just a cold war, would his wife still prepare breakfast for him every day? Knowing that he will be home late, would she still put slippers at the door? She even tidied up a suit and tie during the day.”

Dazhe sighed, “Well, this couple is indeed a little colder… By the way, didn’t you say that you have the [Dream Teller] ability? You may be able to find the symptoms if you use it.”

“It’s my freedom to use it or not,” said Number 18 indifferently. “I naturally have my own means. In addition, since it is a teaching lesson, then I will teach the basics.”

“How to do it?” asked Dazhe curiously.

Number 18 sneered… but the laughter gradually became tender from the cold attitude. At last, it was sweet like chime.

Wearing a black robe, her face was full of mist. It was scary like the old witch of the candy house in the fairy tale. She had disappeared. Instead, she turned into a tall and innocent… Little Lu.

Number 18 smiled and said, “So.”

Sister, isn’t this the ingenious honey trap…?

Dazhe was taken aback. Although he felt that Number 18 was beautiful, it wasn’t necessarily surprising. Back then, this girl had many means in the club. Grabbing territory, attacking enemies, and doing everything she could. Dazhe could not utilize woman’s means but he did not necessarily reject it.

“Well… Are you planning to make Zhu Maolin cheat?”

Number 18 sneered and ignored Dazhe, “I still have things to do. You’re free to do whatever you like. Tomorrow, I will appear directly in front of the investor like this.”

After speaking, Number 18 turned into a black smoke and left.

Dazhe sighed at this moment and muttered, “Is Luo Qiu fooling me around, asking me to follow Number 18?”

Dazhe shook his head and glanced at the couple sleeping back to back in the room. He was about to leave. When he passed another room next to the couple, he suddenly stopped to take a look.

“Empty?”

This was a room with nothing.

…

Little Lu and Tboy were in the car. They were busy discussing the shooting.

Zhu Maolin also drove his car and headed towards the shooting location. Dazhe followed them all the way. He needed to provide Number 18 with the Zhu Maolin’s status at any time.

Hou Chen Yuhan had returned to her pottery classroom because the students were waiting for her… because she didn’t know what else to do.

Luo Qiu wiped away this scene with just a simple wave. It vanished like smoke in thin air like a calm water surface. There was a layer of phantasmagoria spreading out in front of Luo Qiu.

“Number 18 seems to encounter some difficulties.” The maid held a teacup supported with a saucer and sent it to Luo Qiu.

“[Dream Teller]…” Boss Luo said calmly, “If there is no real hatred carried in his heart, there is no way to contact the other’s thoughts. From this perspective, the Number 9’s ability should be more comprehensive.”

You Ye whispered, “But on the other hand, [Dream Teller] can find something deeper in his thoughts. Number 18 and Number 19 are inherently different, thus their ability development is distinct. Why does the master choose the investor that Number 18 isn’t good at?”

“Will it really be inappropriate?” Luo Qiu asked suddenly, “I think Number 18 seems to be working hard. She had prepared it all night last night, and even neglected the two magicians in her game.”

“Because this is the investor you approved by the master.” The maid smiled and said, “Number 18 naturally dares not neglect the matter.”

Boss Luo laughed without saying a word, then remembered something, “By the way, is Little Lu the original form of Number 18?”

You Ye nodded.

“That’s great.” Boss Luo smiled, then stretched his waist and said, “Go out with me later.”

“To the supermarket?”

Luo Qiu nodded and said, “Yes, today is the discount day. Besides, Christmas is coming soon. Don’t you plan to decorate our place?”

“Then, we should call Tai Yinzi along and let him carry our stuff.” You Ye nodded.

“It’s not necessary.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “This God King is now preparing for the Christmas event in the game world. He is quite busy.”

“Then, please allow You Ye to change her clothes.” The maid lifted the skirt elegantly.

But at this time, the bell in front of the club rang suddenly.

A woman with short white hair wearing leather boots and a painting tube on her back walked directly in. Just when she came in, she said boldly, “Boss, let’s get a bottle of beer first, and then get something delicious.”

As she spoke, a gray ball of light flew towards Boss Luo. The white-haired woman carried on, “This is the money for wine. I managed to scam someone on my way here.”

Luo Qiu simply took the ball of light and waved his hand. The maid didn’t say anything, and went to prepare. Just before leaving, the maid glanced at the woman with short white hair – Nero.

“Miss Nero, long time no see.” Boss Luo waved his hand to help Nero with her chair.

But, Nero seemed to prefer to sit on the table. On the table facing Boss Luo, she chuckled, “It appears that you don’t seem to like to see me very much.”

“For guests, we welcome them.” Luo Qiu shook his head.

Nero squinted her eyes and said, “Really? But why did it give off a feeling that I’m going to die as your beautiful little maid looks at me?”

“That must be your illusion.”

Luo Qiu sat down.