MTL - Trafford’s Trading Club-Chapter 7 welcome,

The scene before it is incredible, and it has the greatest impact on Cao Ziqian’s cognition.

But he has seen the wind and waves also miss the children in the family, do not want to end like a gold bless, but what should I do?

"Don't be nervous." Luo Qiu slowly said: "My trading partner is just your father-in-law, it has nothing to do with you."

Cao Ziqian set his mind and looked at the gold blessing that fell to the ground. He didn't know exactly what the deal between the two had been talking about, but he knew that he had encountered some sorts of things that he had to talk about.

"My dad... Gold bless him, dead, dead?" Cao Ziqian asked nervously.

Yu Youdai replied: "No, Mr. Jin is just asleep."

"sleep……"

Yu night nodded and smiled: "Yes, I fell asleep. But this sleep is thirty-three years, one month, and fifteen days. After waking up, Mr. Jin can still enjoy the time under him."

"How can I..."

Cao Ziqian wants not to believe these words. However, the scene that happened only was incredible, and all told him that these are real things.

After a moment of silence, Cao Ziqian suddenly looked at Luo Qiudao: "I don't know you... but why should you help me?"

If Jin Fu is in a coma for thirty-three years, then he can't open the bag that was thrown in front of him. Even if the name is gold blessing to retrieve the documents, but Cao Ziqian can still easily get back.

Not only letting myself wake up in time, but also avoiding the big mistake caused by impulsiveness, and even solving the problem of Jinfu. From another point of view, Cao Ziqian clearly got the most from it.

Luo Qiu looked at the unmoving gold blessing on the ground and suddenly said: "In the afternoon, I went to the developer who planned to cooperate with you to develop the factory address. Although it is planned to be built into a luxury residential area, there are plans to build it. The two ordinary houses are distributed to the old workers who have served the factory for many years."

Luo Qiu smiled and smiled: "With your child in the future, live a good life. Selling land and clearing the money of the factory is enough for you to repay the bank's arrears."

Cao Ziqian suddenly had a feeling of sadness.

He stared at the mysterious young man and his throat twitched.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Luo Qiu went to Cao Ziqian and raised the black card in his hand.

At this point, the front side of the black card also has a reverse side that simultaneously floats the mark that has disappeared. Just as Cao Ziqian’s incomprehensible eyes only wanted to love, Luo Qiu directly put the black card in his hand into Cao Ziqian’s suit pocket.

Softly.

"When you have something you need, you can find us through it." Luo Qiu whispered: "With it, you are a member of Trafford's club."

"Whatever you need, we can provide you with dreams, wealth, wisdom, lover, health... or life. As long as you can provide enough trading money. Finally, add a little, our trading gold, don't want money. ”

"So, I look forward to your visit."

Said, Luo Qiu's way of retreating, disappeared little by little in front of Cao Ziqian, wrapped in the night, but also a little bit faded.

"Wait a minute! What is your name!" Cao Ziqian subconsciously wants to retain for a moment. "Why do you know, I want to spend my birthday with my children?"

However, Luo Qiu and You Night have disappeared from the air.

When Cao Ziqian felt that he was weak, he sat down and found that his back was wet by sweat because of nervousness and panic.

At this time, in front of Cao Ziqian's face suddenly changed, Luo Qiu once again appeared in front of him.

This is very scary for him.

But I saw Luo Qiu did not say anything, just turned the calendar desk on the desk and turned it over, and smiled, and then disappeared.

This time I really left.

Cao Ziqian lost his mind for a while, staring at the calendar, and a date on the above circle was surrounded by a big red circle, and then the word "gift" was written next to it.

He couldn't help but cry.

......

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According to the method described by Youyou, Luo Qiu walked into the front of the altar on the third floor of the club.

His hands were opened in front of the altar, and a gray mist gradually formed between his hands and slowly floated into the altar.

There is nothing special, just like the natural spread, the gray mist of this group disappeared in front of Luo Qiu’s eyes.

But at this time, he heard a voice in his mind.

“The sacrifice is completed and the life expectancy is increased by thirty days.”

Maybe not a voice... but a message that flows into your mind.

As for the hourglass that he deliberately brought, the sand above it seems to have increased, and the speed of the sand has slowed down.

He will not be sick, will not be shot, or even aging.

If you have to say anything that can hurt him, probably only the moment when the sand of the hourglass falls completely.

After waiting for a while, there was no change in the altar. Luo Qiu only scratched his head. "It took only thirty-three years of life to replace my 30-day life... well pit."

"Because it is life, not the life expectancy. The quality is naturally not so high." The night is next to it, and the words are broken: "In addition, the former club owners will not use the transaction money as a sacrifice, but will Leave a part."

"..."

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"It will always be alright."

Luo Qiu took a deep breath and didn't intend to blame the waitress for this kind of post-war reminder. Instead, he said: "No wonder there are so many weird things here. Wouldn't it be the previous boss who gave it off?"

Yuki nodded.

Luo Qiu was not willing to stay in front of this gloomy altar, so he led Yuyou back to the store. He suddenly stretched out and said: "You night, do you have a braised lion head? It seems that I have not eaten for a long time, and I am so hungry."

Yuki nodded and said: "I used to learn the cuisine of this country. I remember it. You will be ready for the master."

"If you do it alone, it will be slower. I will help you too." Luo Qiu said with a smile. "Then, afterwards, I will give more advice."

The dark blue beautiful jewel-like eyes seemed to flash a bit, and the night lightly nodded.

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late at night.

The bustling commercial street has calmed down.

Only those street tramps, or people who lost their way after getting drunk, or go to sleep on the spot, or squat.

But they didn't notice that on this dim street, there was a very old European-style lamp, and there was a sign hanging on the old wooden door that read OPEN.

Legend has it that only those who have the need can see its existence.

So, when you see the lights flashing in front of you, do you have anything...

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