Trafford's Trading Club

Brubov was stunned when he listened to this voice.

Because it seemed younger than the voice of the club boss.

"Mr. Brubov, this is the new boss."

The servant girl answered him and got rid of his doubts.

Brubov lips moved slightly... The club never stopped giving him surprises since he met them.

At this moment.

Luo Qiu took a bottle of lemongrass powder from the display rack and looked at the label without turning around, "Mr. Brubov, you said you passed by the former location of the club many times... is there anything we can do for you?"

Brubov subconsciously glanced at the servant girl, who was exactly the same as twenty years ago and didn’t age. He suddenly said, "No, I just occasionally thought of the scene where I talked to the former boss."

"Consultation?" Luo Qiu added.

"Something like that."

Brubov nodded, whether out of sarcasm or true feelings, "I think the consultation is the most favorable aspect of the club."

"Although I’m not the former boss," Luo Qiu put back the bottle and took another one, "But we’re doing the same thing; so, Mr. Brubov, feel free to raise your needs."

Brubov said after a moment of silence, "I want to know that if you need to do one inevitable thing that goes against your original principles, in the process of achieving a goal, how would you make the choice?"

Luo Qiu lightly said, "Why do you assume that I would face the choice? Mr. Brubov, do you think it’ll be helpful for you?"

Brubov gave a start.

He suddenly felt that he asked a rather stupid question--- he had a deal with the club, and got a huge amount of money, so he was in awe of the secretive ways of the club.

If the club boss wanted to do something... it probably wouldn’t be a problem because of the mysterious powers of the club.

"No." Brubov shook his head and suddenly joked, "There’s no value...I did ask a rather stupid question."

"Do you think I can change this country?"

Suddenly, Luo Qiu heard Brubov’s question again.

Luo Qiu put down the bottle, and took down a third bottle, watching its label, as if he didn’t hear his words.

Brubov didn’t care about being ignored, speaking as if talking to himself with a hint of doubt, "That year, I did all kinds of investment with the money. 20 years passed, I have much more wealth compared to that year. However..."

Brubov gave a wry smile, "It took half my life only to gather wealth, which is not enough for me... I have to climb higher to an end that I can’t see for now."

"Sometimes I even wondered if I could succeed in finishing what I want to do." Brubov heaved a sigh, "I don’t know if I can continue walking down the path."

He stopped talking, but the new boss didn’t reply him.

Rather, he picked up the third bottle of spice that he’d like, putting it in the shopping basket in the hands of the servant girl.

Then, he went to another showcase.

Brubov was stupefied; he felt he was being ignored, which made him agitated. However, the feeling soon calmed down.

It happened very fast, even out of his expectations.

"Are you feeling better?" Luo Qiu asked while unscrewing a bottle of ginger powder and sniffing.

Brubov moved his lips. After a while of deep thought, he nodded unconsciously.

Luo Qiu then softly said, "I read a book before, but forgot who wrote it. If the consultant didn’t want to give a suggestion mixed with his own viewpoint, merely listening is enough."

He continued after putting the ginger powder into You Ye’s basket, and suddenly said, "Since Mr. Brubov paid an entires life worth of love as the transaction fee, it seems that you really need the money to finish your desire. So I think you probably know if you should go down this way. After all, you made your own decision at beginning. So, what else do you need to take this step?"

"No," Brubov shook his head gently, as if suddenly feeling relieved, "It’s not necessary... I think I just need a listener. Thank you for listening to my words."

"It is nothing." Luo Qiu lightly said, "It’s also considered as an after-sales service, anyway."

"I’ll come again if I have a chance." Brubov said as taking a deep breath; his face suddenly turned serious, nodding toward Luo Qiu.

After that, Brubov came up again to You Ye, smiling, "Miss You Ye, you are still as beautiful as ever. To show my respect... Well, I have a small house at riverside of Lake Ladoga in St. Petersburg. If you don’t mind, you are welcome to go on holiday at any time. It belongs to you. Bye."

Brubov seemed to relax, leaving this store calmly.

"Brubov used to be a soldier who participated in Chechnya War...His hometown has been destroyed and all his family members died."

You Ye suddenly said.

"A single person’s will won’t shake the will of the state... and a soul is not enough to change the way of a nation directly." Luo Qiu shrugged, "It seems it will be difficult to have more deals with Mr. Brubov..."

Luo Qiu eyed the servant girl.

Suddenly, he remembered a sentence the servant girl once said, "Well, sometimes I received some small gifts from our passionate guests."

So, was this why you became a super rich woman?

A lakeside villa... a ’small’ gift.

"Master?" Miss Maid couldn’t guess Boss Luo’s mind.

Luo Qiu smiled and patted her shopping basket, "These are all for me and you can choose what you want."

He then snapped his fingers.

Once he snapped his fingers, everything returned back to its original appearance.

When they checked out, Luo Qiu suddenly said, "We’ll go to St. Petersburg next, right? It’ll be good to go on holidays at lakeside villas. We still have time, don’t waste it."

"Ok, I’ll make the plan right now."

...

...

"Boss, you came back."

Seeing Brubov walk down the street, the secretary felt relieved. She was really worried about the boss, because he was the soul of the company.

This business had an unimaginable future.

Brubov simply nodded and got into the car. After sitting down, he said directly, "After going back to the company, we’ll have to work for a long time. By the way, show me the list of the aides you mentioned last time."

"In addition, start modifying the program on the revision of shipping. We need to do all the preparations even though the appointment hasn’t been formally released... Well, ask if the mayor has time this evening, I want to have dinner with him."

The secretary gaped, quickly nodding... she sensed a passion from the boss, after he had the left alone.

He seemed to be trying to save some time, attempting to finish a two-day schedule within 24 hours.

"I got it, boss!"

...

...

The airport.

Yelgo, who carried a luggage bag along with a large backpack, was awkwardly running among the crowd. He had checked-in, and found his seat under the guidance of the flight attendant.

He finally sat down.

Yelgo exhaled. He also felt sort of nervous and excited because he knew he would set foot on another more stressful and stimulating life soon after.

But he was also worrying about that weird ’disease’.

Yelgo tried to avoid showing the changes due to whenever he became angry since his childhood.

Nobody knew the consequences if it happened. Occasionally he wondered if there were any werewolves still alive in this world and what he would do if he met them.

One of the reasons for him to become a police officer was that he could get a lot of information that normal people couldn’t get access to.

But obviously, he hadn’t found anything useful these years since he became a policeman--- hopefully he could get something more mysterious in the international organization in France.

For example...the weird scene that occurred in the manor?

"However, I don’t know where Mr. Ye went," Yelgo said to himself.

I think that My. Ye is by your side."

Suddenly a voice came from the next seat, in Russian that was not very fluent.

"Really? Just next to me?" Yelgo nodded, "Right next to me... Mr. Ye! Why are you here?"

Ye Yan put down the newspaper, stretching out his hand and showing a charming smile, "Hello, I am Ye Yan, your new partner in the next stage."

"Partner???"

Mr. Victor... the gaze of this friend of yours is so terrifying!"

...

...

"Vera! Vera! Did you finish? It’s time to go to the airport!"

Vicar shouted outside the room.

"1 second."

Vera answered, after putting on a suit and dressing her hair.

What she didn’t notice was that the black card she threw to the corner suddenly floated up and flew into her baggage.

She finally finished arranging her hairstyle and dragged the luggage out.