Trafford's Trading Club

“But, you still try to be careful, and try not to stir up a conflict if you can.” Fengshan instructed, “Let’s keep a low profile. We don’t want others to grab our shortcomings.”

“Hehe, the Grandpa is still well-off. Who dares to make a move?” The subordinates didn’t care.

Fengshan didn’t say anything. He just felt that this subordinate was able to do his task well, albeit lacking foresight. After all, this subordinate wasn’t someone for the important matters.

He waved his hand, “Go.”

…

——Thank you, Winter Snow

——Thank you, my favorite snow

——Although you are my poem

——You will still melt one day

——I have to wait for next year

——To meet you in the cold winter

In a corner of the plaza, a man, in a peaked cap, sunglasses, and a common outfit, was singing softly while playing his guitar.

Not many people stopped here, but there were still a few spectators.

On the box where the man used to carry his guitar, there were some cash and coins. He certainly didn’t need to care about whether he had earnt any more now.

As long as someone was willing to stop here and listen, he seemed to be satisfied.

On the huge screen by the wall in front of the plaza, an was playing at this time.

In the , a pure and innocent girl was using lipstick, gently speaking out her inner thoughts.

“When you see cherries, do you remember my kiss? Because my kiss is cherry flavored.”

“——Cherry-flavored lipstick, a taste that will leave deep memories for your favorite person. We’re launching a Christmas Promotion…”

The man finished singing, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly. He watched the lovers come and go in the plaza, appreciating the Christmas decorations arranged around the plaza and the “Jingle Bells” playing in the plaza. He smiled, “Is it Christmas Eve tomorrow?”

“Excuse me, are you going to stop?”

When he was distracted, he suddenly heard someone asking him a question. He looked up and found that it was a fairly young man, and he brought a beautiful female companion.

Both of them were carrying bags in their hands, which seemed to have some Christmas decoration. Probably, they were a couple who left the house to prepare for the upcoming Christmas.

At this time, the young man put a hundred yuan cash directly on the guitar case.

“Can you sing for us?” The man smiled, “What do you want to listen to?”

“En, just sing what you want to sing now,” replied the young man softly.

The man was taken aback, then nodded. He picked up the guitar, and played it casually. He was thinking of what to sing, but suddenly remembered that his friend seemed to have mentioned it. At that time, he was earning some cash in the plaza. While he was making money, he also met a pair of men and women. He would be rewarded with a hundred yuan each time he sang.

Are they…? Should I tell Hong Guan?

It appeared when he recalled it, he seemed to be a little grateful. He smiled, thinking that there would not be such a coincidence, so he didn’t care too much. He played his guitar, sang with a magnetic voice and looked at the commercial screen:

——Merry-Merry-Christmas

——Merry-Merry-Christmas

——Lonely-Lonely-Christmas

——Lonely-Lonely-Christmas

——Blessing everywhere

——It’s a love knot…

…

While waiting for the red light, Zhu Maolin looked at the on the huge screen on the front wing of the mall next to him. This was an he made for the company of his old classmate, but it was the short film involving Little Lu, rather than a supermodel.

“Even at this location?”

This was a prime location. If this was the case, then would my classmate’s company consider placing Little Lu’s on the TV?

However, since it could be put in this prosperous area, it obviously attracted some attention.

——When you see cherries, do you remember my kiss? Because my kiss is cherry flavored.

Vaguely, Zhu Maolin seemed to be able to hear the lines in the . Of course, he was the person coming out of the words, so he couldn’t distinguish clearly whether he heard it with his ears or in his heart.

Christmas… Christmas Eve.

The red light passed unknowingly. Zhu Maolin put down the handbrake, drove the car away. It didn’t take long before he arrived on a street in the old district.

This was Little Lu’s house. He came here recently, so he still had memories of it.

He got out of the car, put down the anti-theft lock, walked a few steps forward, and saw Little Lu sitting by the stairs of the old house.

Zhu Maolin recognized Little Lu’s clothes.

She buried her head on her knees, Zhu Maolin frowned and stepped forward, “Are you okay?”

Little Lu looked up subconsciously; her eyes were red and swollen. There was even a glaring slap on the left cheek, and tear stains.

Little Lu opened her mouth as if she was surprised that the person in front of her was Zhu Maolin.

She didn’t say anything. She stood up quickly, lowered her head, but didn’t go upstairs. She just walked away from Zhu Maolin’s side like that, seemingly unwilling to have more interaction with Zhu Maolin.

“Wait, where are you going?” asked Zhu Maolin calmly.

Little Lu stopped, but immediately made her steps.

“Didn’t you say that today is your birthday?” Zhu Maolin’s volume increased a little, “I bought you a small cake. Do you want to have it?”

Little Lu turned around. She seemed a little exhausted, the glaring slap was scroaching. She pursed her lips, and nodded sadly.

“Manager, can it be your turn this time?” She looked at Zhu Maolin and said hopefully, “to stay with me? Just a moment before twelve o’clock.”

“I saw a small park in front of me when I came. Do you want to go there?” Zhu Maolin asked.

“Cake……”

“En?”

“Didn’t you say that you bought a cake?” Little Lu stared at Zhu Maolin’s hands, like an aggrieved little girl, “Where is it?”

Zhu Maolin snorted, “In the car, let’s go.”