Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1418 The Golden Years
【Part [-]: Simple People】

An action is an action when an idea comes into action... Mr. Gusf was presently in Mr. Dillings' room.

But Mr. Dillings was now facing some kind of trouble.

Two doormen are struggling to try on a tuxedo for Mr. Dillins at the moment...Mr. Dillins' figure probably gives most tailors in the world a headache.

This is already the largest tuxedo that the hotel can provide at present—two doormen are currently tying Mr. Dillins around his waist... like a tug of war.

"Ohhhhh! I feel like I'm going to be strangled in two! The shit! I hate it! Am I turning into a bratwurst?"

At this moment, Mr. Dillins cursed carelessly while suffering... Seeing Mr. Gusf coming in, he quickly said: "Gussf, you came at the right time! Come and help me, let me end this kind of thing as soon as possible." disaster!"

Mr. Gusf had no choice but to rush forward to help, and after wasting a lot of energy, he reluctantly allowed Mr. Dillins to put on the tuxedo—of course, the buttons would inevitably scream.

Mr. Gusf was even worried that these buttons would burst open in the next instant.

"Damn it! Damn it! I won't wear this thing again if I'm killed! Really! I promise it on the honor of my deceased grandma!" Mr. Dillins cursed, panting.

...Often such oaths are not to be trusted.

Mr. Gussf pretended that he didn't hear it, and then made a gesture quietly, asking the two doormen to wait outside the room first... He pretended to be casual and asked: "Mr. Dillins, are you planning to Are you going to a party?"

"Of course! Otherwise, what am I going to do with this suit!" Mr. Dillins guessed that it was because the suit was not very comfortable, and he was clearly not in high spirits.

Mr. Gusf showed a clear look, then smiled and said, "Excuse me, is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Dillins."

"Oh, let me think about it..." Mr. Dillins pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It seems that there is nothing left. If there is anything else, I can call you, right? I remember the floor stewards are on hand. is coming?"

"Yes, Mr. Dillings."

Mr. Dillings thought for a while, and then patted Gusf on the shoulder—he didn't lift his palm after he slapped it, and one shoulder of Mr. Gusf couldn't help but lowered a little.

He had no choice but to keep smiling, waiting for the customer to speak.

"It's been hard work." Mr. Dillins said this first, and after thinking for a while, he continued to speak earnestly: "But when it's time to rest, you still have to rest, don't tire yourself out."

Mr. Gusf opened his mouth, but it is better to keep smiling and nodding, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Dillins... Excuse me, is there anything else I need?"

"Oh...I'm still a little hungry, please prepare me something to eat." Dillins touched the firm belly, "Let that who... who, oh, that chef give me whatever I want." Get me something to eat, I don't want to go out now! It's a pain in the damn clothes."

Mr. Gussf couldn't help feeling dumbfounded, but he still kept a professional smile, "I will arrange it for you, sir... If there is nothing else, please allow me to leave first, because I still need to make arrangements for you. Ziger Attorney Services."

When he said the name of Lawyer Chigurh, Mr. Gussf seemed casual, but quietly paid attention to Mr. Dillins' expression.

"Oh, go get busy, I'll do it myself."

But Mr. Dillings had no idea who Lawyer Chigurh looked like... He didn't even care about what Gusfu said he wanted to serve others.

Doesn't he know... the floor butlers here provide one-on-one service to the guests in the presidential suite?

With this little doubt, the things that had been certain were suddenly disrupted... Gusfu slowly exited the room, and before closing the door, he glanced quietly through the crack of the door.

I saw that Mr. Dillins was opening a small book and biting a pencil. He didn't know what he was thinking...Occasionally he tapped his head lightly with the end of the pencil, and occasionally he scratched and began to see the sparseness. s hair.

"Where will this gentleman go later, tell me as soon as possible, do you understand?"

Before leaving, Mr. Gusf gave instructions to the doormen outside the door.

But then this Mr. Dillings did not come out of the room until the banquet began... Mr. Gussf heard from the doorman that this Mr. Dillings fell asleep after eating.

And the snoring is particularly spectacular.

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[Part [-]: Gift]

In the evening, 07:30...the banquet begins.

The place where the banquet is held is on the open-air lawn of the Grand Hotel Park. Not only can you enjoy the night view of the artificial lake here, but you can also see the whole Alec Hotel.

Under the lights, Alec Hotel looks like a symmetrical castle built with perfect lines, like something in a fairy tale.

I heard that the original Alec Hotel was not like this, and after several times of reconstruction, it got its current appearance - all from the handwriting of the mysterious hotel owner.

The theme of the banquet tonight is: masquerade

The guests would simply wear some decorations to cover their faces—of course, in many cases, simple decorations are difficult for people to hide their identities... Most of them are just for the atmosphere.

Ms. Tiffany simply put on a blindfold, while Ms. Sandy put on a Venetian mask.

It can be seen that Ms. Sandy is not very worried about her friends who have chosen to attend this masquerade party for many years, and she is not very worried about going to the birthday party with herself-she really prepared a lot of young and energetic guys!What a waste!

"Hmm... what's going on today, I seem to see a lot of acquaintances." Ms. Tiffany suddenly whispered in her friend's ear.

"Is there?" Ms. Sandy looked around.

Ms. Tiffany pointed to two middle-aged men standing in the dining area not far away, "The two over there, do they look like George and Goben?"

"Who?" Ms. Sandy asked in amazement.

Ms. Tiffany shook her head, and said with a smile: "If you let them know that you have completely forgotten them, they may cry... Forgot? They were your suitors at the beginning."

Ms. Sandy tried hard to recall, and finally found two blurred faces in the corner of her memory... She woke up with a start, and finally remembered who George and Goben were.

In the restaurant of Chef Berg, who is very personal, there used to be a small stage dedicated to performing for customers. Both George and Goben were musicians in charge of performing at that time.

Looking back, Ms. Sandy said quite proudly: "Thinking about it now, I was still very popular at the time... It's a pity, time is not forgiving. But at that time it was Pacher who liked to play the violin... Don't you Too."

Ms. Tiffany glanced at this guy who didn't know whether he was a bad friend or a close friend.

Ms. Sandy said at this time: "But when I think about it, it was a mistake to be infatuated with Pachel at that time... It's really bad for a man who suddenly disappears in pursuit of his dream. And look, oh my god I really can’t imagine what George and Goben look like now. They were actually pretty handsome back then. Hmm... Maybe Pacher has become a greasy middle-aged man now! Believe me, my dear, man on When I get older, I absolutely don't care about my appearance, just look at what my current husband looks like!"

Ms. Tiffany didn't say anything.

Ms. Sandy was probably the heartless type, she seemed to suddenly put on a figure of some capital at this age, scratched her head and said: "No, I'm going to say hello to George and Goben, Relive the good old days of youth... Tiffany, treat yourself to yourself!"

Ms. Tiffany really didn't know how to stop this guy... She shook her head with a wry smile, then ordered a glass of red wine from the waiter's plate, and walked slowly in the open-air banquet venue by herself.

She really recognized some old faces she hadn't seen in a long time... some old employees who used to work at the Alec Hotel.

What the hell is going on today?
Ms. Tiffany didn't go up to say hello to those she once knew like Sandy - after all, she didn't have the thick skin of Ms. Sandy that was thicker than makeup.

And... In fact, her interpersonal relationship is not very good.

Old-fashioned, well-mannered, unsmiling... They were all afraid of a boring woman like her—even her ex-husband finally chose to separate because of the boring life.

She felt that she might have been really boring for most of her life, right?

So I started to make some changes. I no longer have to worry about work all the time. Occasionally, I will read books, do some beauty treatment, try some sports, and watch boring movies that the public likes to watch.

There were more smiles on her face than before, but when she smiled, she still felt oppressive - Ms. Tiffany felt that she probably couldn't change it.

Life is still improving, but the number of friends around me has not increased...nor decreased.

"Ms. Tiffany, you are really beautiful tonight."

She heard a voice calling her, and Tiffany turned around slowly, and saw an old man with gray hair and simply wearing a blindfold, she even recognized the identity of the other person immediately.

"Lawyer Zieg, is that you?" She couldn't help being extremely surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I've been looking for you." Attorney Zieger walked slowly, with a smile on his face. "I heard from Gusf that you will also be present, so I have been paying attention to whether you have appeared from the beginning."

"grateful."

Ms. Tiffany smiled slightly, and then she quickly realized that the banquet might have something to do with this lawyer Zieg—and so many old employees also showed up.

I heard from her nephew, Gusfu, that the gentleman who stayed in the presidential suite was wearing something with the imprint of the owner behind the hotel... All this, does it mean that something special will happen tonight?

"Ms. Tiffany, happy birthday." Lawyer Zieg said suddenly at this time, and then took out a gift box from his pocket, "This is a birthday present I prepared for you, please accept it."

"Thank you." Ms. Tiffany did not refuse, she took it graciously, hugged Attorney Zieger, and kissed him on the face.

Lawyer Ziger joked at this time: "Oh! I think I must be jealous now."

"Lawyer Zieg is still as funny as ever." Ms. Tini smiled, "But you haven't told me why you're here... You can't just send me a gift, right?"

She wasn't too surprised that lawyer Zieg gave her a gift.

Attorney Zieger basically knows the birthdays of every senior employee in the hotel, and if time permits, he will even come over to let the employees celebrate-it has always been like this in the past.

In Ms. Tiffany's impression, Attorney Zieger has attended her own birthday party several times.

Of course...if it's just an ordinary employee, most of the time it's just a small gift with his signature, and he won't appear in person.

It's... an incentive mechanism.

"I just happened to be invited by an old friend." Lawyer Zieg blinked at this time, "Then...enjoy the banquet tonight, Ms. Tiffany. Finally, I wish you a happy birthday."

"Thank you."

Having said that, until now, the host who hosted this banquet has still not appeared...but the guests seem to have arrived.

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【Part [-]: Sound】

This should be the busiest time for dinner, but the hotel is very deserted at this time... because most of the guests have attended the open-air dinner outside.

Even most of the chefs in the restaurant were dispatched to prepare food for the banquet.

In the corridor, a bloated figure was walking briskly at this moment...Mr. Dillins.

At this time, his lips were a little pale, and he was holding an old suitcase in one hand, and clutching his trousers with the other, and he was walking panting in the corridor... Mr. Dillings couldn't help but sighed because he overslept, and wanted to eat Take a break after finishing things.

I have important things to do tonight, I hope I don't miss the time... Oh, damn Chef Berg, why does the food taste so good?

Sudden distraction... It may also be due to lack of exercise. Mr. Dillins suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, and his heart seemed to make a mournful sound, like an old engine overloaded.

He felt that his breathing was extremely difficult, and the sudden dizziness even caused him to lose his balance. He fell down all of a sudden, and the suitcase in his hand was thrown out at this time.

I saw the suitcase rolling down the stairs on the second floor of the hotel lobby.

The suitcase is not like a ball, and it will not be damaged at all when it finally hits the ground... After the dizziness faded, Mr. Dillins got up and clearly saw that the suitcase that rolled down the stairs had been opened.

He was shocked immediately, and walked down quickly while holding on to the handrail.

The violin and the bow in the suitcase were scattered in two places... Mr. Dillins bent down to pick up the bow with great effort, and then walked towards the violin.

But there was a beautiful hand that picked up the dropped violin before he arrived... Mr. Dillins couldn't help but startled.

"Hey, it's you two!"

Isn't this the couple he has met several times today... Mr. Dillins looked at the clothes Boss Luo and the maid were wearing at this time, presumably they were going to attend the banquet outside.

At this time, the violin was in Luo Qiu's hands... After picking up the violin, Boss Luo stretched out his hand to caress the back of the violin, and then slowly turned it around, only to see that the bridge on it was broken... even two pieces were broken. There are no strings, and even a corner of the headstock is broken.

"What a pity." Luo Qiu said softly... He lifted the violin with both hands, and brought it to Mr. Dillins.

How could he not see clearly what the violin looked like at this time?

Mr. Dillins' complexion turned dark immediately, and he stood on the spot... I could only hear him chanting, talking about what to do, what's the best, etc., as if he would pass out as soon as his eyes darkened at any time.

Finally, Mr. Dillins took the violin silently, then sighed slowly and smiled wryly, "I'm such a daredevil, I can't do anything well."

I don't know if it's for myself or for others... probably for myself.

"Is this violin very important to you, Mr. Dillins." Boss Luo asked suddenly.

Mr. Dillins didn't think too much, nodded and said, "It was given to me by a very important friend...I failed to keep it well."

"If I say, I can fix this violin for you..." Luo Qiu looked into Mr. Dillins' eyes and said slowly: "But the price is, if you need to give it to me, you will be willing ?"

Mr. Dillins was startled. He looked in the direction the young man was pointing, and found that he was pointing at a notebook with a brown cover that had fallen on the floor... This was his notebook, which was also placed on the It should have fallen out in one piece when it fell.

"You want it?" Mr. Dillins looked at the young oriental man incredulously, and asked subconsciously, "Why?"

"Probably because I like it." Luo Qiu said with a slight smile.

While the master was talking with Mr. Dillins, the maid next to him had already picked up the suitcase beside him... When the suitcase was handed over to Mr. Dillins, the maid casually glanced at the leather suitcase. That imprint seemed to remind him of something, and his pupils moved slightly.

Mr. Dillins thought for a while, then shook his head and smiled wryly: "Don't say it's just a notebook, if you can really help me repair this violin, it's okay to give you double the fee! Because it's really It's very important to me! But even if you can fix it, it's too late, I can't wait that long..."

"Not necessarily." Boss Luo smiled mysteriously, and then took the violin from Mr. Dillins, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Dillins."

While Mr. Dillins was in a daze, Boss Luo took the violin and walked to a corner of the lobby, and soon disappeared from Mr. Dillins' sight.

Mr. Dillins had to hold the bow in his hand, and with a puzzled face, he could only stand stupidly... Only the maid was watching him, as if looking at him.

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In fact, he didn't go far, but he came to the back of the stairs, avoiding their sight... Boss Luo picked up the broken violin in his hand.

His palm naturally emitted a faint light, and then slowly wiped it from the head of the piano.

Piano head, piano shaft, piano nut...

The broken place began to be repaired little by little, even the broken strings. Boss Luo closed his eyes, and finally put the repaired violin to his ear.

Fingers lightly plucked the new strings.

——Give it to you, use it to realize your dream.

——You will succeed... I will wait for you here.

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"It has been repaired, Mr. Dillings."

Mr. Dillins took the restored violin with both hands in disbelief... and looked at it carefully.He even wondered if the other party had replaced him with a new one on purpose - but it felt incredible to think that the other party's request was just to have a notebook for himself.

Who would buy a new violin just for a notebook?
"How did you do it?" Mr. Dillings looked at this magical oriental young man in amazement.

"It's...a business secret." Boss Luo blinked, and then the maid handed the notebook to him, "Then, according to the agreement, this note-taking notebook belongs to me, Mr. Dillins."

"Oh... good." Mr. Dillins nodded subconsciously, "If you like it, then take it."

Did that really do a big favor?
Seeing the two leave arm in arm, Mr. Dillins scratched his head and muttered, "Good guy?"

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【Part [-]: Please dance with me】

Ms. Sandy turned around and came back... Although she couldn't see her expression clearly because she was wearing a mask, her gestures and language had already fully demonstrated one thing - she had gained a lot.

It was probably words of praise from suitors when they were young.

"Oh! Honey, don't you just stay here all night, drinking red wine by yourself? When did your life become so boring?"

Ms. Tiffany didn't want to pay attention to this guy at all. She was tired from standing, so she pulled out her chair and sat down.

"Aunt Tiffany... and Ms. Sandy."

A familiar figure appeared in front of them. It was Mr. Gussf—he walked slowly and greeted the two ladies politely.

"Gusfu, you are still so handsome, is your work going well?" Ms. Sandy said casually: "Tonight's banquet went well."

No, no matter from the service, the scene, or even the orchestra that creates the atmosphere, as well as the food and drinks, it can be said that there is no fault. More importantly, Ms. Sandy also relived the good memories of her youth.

"Thank you for your compliments, Ms. Sandy."

At this time, Ms. Tiffany rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Guss, the anonymous guest who initiated this banquet hasn't shown up yet?"

"Not yet." Mr. Gusfu also shook his head in confusion, "We can't even get in touch with this guest... He just said that he will appear at the banquet, that's all. If the fee has not been paid in advance , I even think it might be a prank."

"There are all kinds of strange people these days." Ms. Sandy shrugged and expressed her opinion.

Ms. Tiffany suddenly asked curiously, "For you, the Mr. Dillings you mentioned this afternoon, have you seen him?"

After all, it is very likely that they are related to the owner of the hotel. As the butler who has been serving the Alec Hotel, Ms. Tiffany is somewhat curious—it is mainly because of this Mr. Dillins that she is here tonight. Come.

Ms. Sandy looked very curious about who this Dillings looked like-but the aunt and nephew obviously didn't care about her curiosity at this time.

Mr. Gusf shook his head: "I haven't seen it yet."

Ms. Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "It's fine if you didn't see it... Gusfu, I'm a little tired today, and I want to go back to rest early. I will end my vacation tomorrow and return to my post."

"Aunt Tiffany, but today is your first day off?" Mr. Gussf couldn't help being startled.

Ms. Tiffany shook her head, "There's nothing to do when I'm on vacation... It's more interesting to work. I'm not old enough to do nothing now."

Ms. Sandy felt that this sentence really hurt her a lot... If it wasn't for the sake of her friends for decades, she would have ignored it a long time ago, and she simply sat down angrily, thinking about it.

Ms. Tiffany just acted as if she hadn't heard, and was planning to leave the banquet venue after finding her way.

The lights dimmed suddenly, stopping Ms. Tiffany's footsteps... The sudden change also made the venue suddenly quiet.

Then the lights started to change, they started to meet and eventually intertwined where the orchestra was playing.

Under the light, a bloated figure was struggling to walk onto the temporary performance stage.

But his figure is too big... This should be very attractive, if it is a handsome man.

The bloated man, with his fake beard and big fake nose, was downright comical—even, when the man stepped in front of the microphone, the buttons on his tight tuxedo finally snapped. Unable to support it, one fell apart.

Oh, there was a continuous burst of laughter in the banquet hall.

It's probably a special show for the banquet to keep the guests entertained... clowns or something.

"Isn't this, Mr. Dillins?" Mr. Gussf, who also saw this scene, couldn't help opening his mouth... He really didn't know why the guest of the presidential suite ran onto the stage at this time .

And looking at the way Mr. Dillins is holding the violin at this time, could it be...he wants to perform on it?

"How did Mr. Dillins run up, who can tell me?" Mr. Gusf quickly pulled a waiter beside him and asked.

"I do not know either……"

Mr. Gusf frowned. He subconsciously found the place where Lawyer Zieger was, but saw that Mr. Lawyer was watching the scene on the stage with great interest, and there was something in his mouth. No smile.

This made Mr. Guss even more puzzled... However, he had no time to think about more things, because Mr. Dillins on the stage had already moved.

He put the bow lightly on the strings... really intending to pull it.

The guests in the audience quieted down, and they were a little bit looking forward to what kind of performance this gentleman who brought jokes when he appeared on the stage would plan to do next.

Ms. Tiffany just watched silently... the violin in Mr. Dillings' hands.

That violin... She could recognize it at first sight - it was something obtained from someone else in a very special way.

She even regretted it, suffered it...but now, she has almost forgotten it.

——Give it to you, use it to realize your dream.

——You will succeed... I will wait for you here.

She walked slowly from the crowd to the stage.

Playing... almost just a few preludes, people have already recognized what the bloated Mr. Dillins is going to play: Canon (D-Major).

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But Mr. Dillings' technique was too poor.

He can hardly even be called a beginner, and the intermittent sound of the piano made this performance quite unusual.

Even the originally invited orchestra...even the conductor, seems unable to match this gentleman's piano skills well at this time.

This seemed very bad... People began to discuss that such a performance might mess up the banquet.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, several guests wearing masks came onto the stage... I don't know if they were spontaneous or prepared in advance.

These guests all brought their own different musical instruments, and among them were even George and Goben, who relived Ms. Sandy's youthful memories not long ago.

It is strange that the orchestra invited by Mr. Gusf could not match the clumsy skills of Mr. Dillins, but these guests who came up later naturally followed the rhythm of Mr. Dillins, slowly played their respective instruments.

Even after all the voices were combined, they were still intermittent, occasionally stuttering...even mispronouncing.

Mr. Gusf listened, and even frowned... If this Mr. Dillins was not a guest in the presidential suite, if he didn't feel that he had any connection with the owner behind the hotel... too many ifs, He had to endure it.

On the contrary, Ms. Sandy, who was sitting next to her, seemed to be fascinated, and occasionally laughed... She probably remembered some past events.

The crowd suddenly began to disperse a little... It seemed to be spontaneous, and the guests slowly backed away, forming a space of one and a half months.

Gusf saw Aunt Tiffany standing in the vacant place... She stood there alone, closing her eyes at some point.

He was about to open his mouth to call her, but at this moment she slowly stretched out her hand.

Her right hand stretched forward, as if it was on someone's palm.Her left hand was also raised, as if it was falling on someone's shoulder... It seemed that she was not the only one.

She began to move her body slowly, following the leaky Canon (D-Major) played by the improvised band on the stage.

The moon is bright tonight.

It seems that there is someone's figure, appearing and disappearing from everyone's eyes, appearing and disappearing, seeming to exist but not there.

"I seem to have seen Pachel?" Ms. Sandy rubbed her eyes.

When she went to look again, she still didn't see anything... What she saw was just her friend dancing there alone.

Perhaps she should be stopped, after all, this behavior is too reckless... But why should she be stopped?

This is the appearance of Tiffany she has never seen before, just like a girl with dreams, isn't it?

Moreover, no one said anything.

In this clumsy performance and a solo dance party, something seemed to flow through the hearts of everyone, making everything quiet.

The moonlight is gradually softening.

Far away, outside the crowd... On the beach of the artificial lake below the banquet venue, the maid took off her shoes and stepped on the white sand.

The same goes for Luo Qiu.

He was holding her waist lightly, dancing a round dance here.

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【Part Five: Happy Birthday】

Tiffany gradually slowed down, and finally she was doing the pose when she was finishing the dance... Her eyes were still tightly closed, as if she was immersed in some aftertaste.

Mr. Dillings' clumsy performance was over.

In fact, it has been stopped for a while, about a few minutes.

Finally, Ms. Tiffany slowly opened her eyes... Her eyes were hazy, as if she saw a distant figure gradually disappearing into the night.

When she closed her eyes, he came along with the start of Canon (D-Major).

When she opened her eyes, he was gone with the end of Canon (D-Major).

Only she is still here.

Ms. Tiffany suddenly felt unspeakably relaxed, and she didn't even feel embarrassed by her different behavior from the past. She let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at the bloated man on the stage.

According to Gusf's description, she thought this must be Mr. Dillings... But she still couldn't remember who this Mr. Dillings was - although she had some guesses, this Mr. Dillings was very Probably came for himself.

It seems to have noticed the eyes of this Ms. Tiffany.

At this time, Mr. Dillins took some effort and took out a note from his pocket. He looked at the note, walked to the microphone, and read softly:

——I hope you will always be young and happy.

——I hope you can get out of the haze of life.

——All love is contained here.

The sound reaches everyone's ears and hearts.

Ms. Tiffany opened her mouth slightly. She was about to say something, but the guests around her suddenly rushed forward.

Together they shouted, "Tiffany! Happy Birthday!"

"Happy birthday!"

"Long time no see, do you still remember me? Tiffany, happy birthday!"

"You are still beautiful! Tiffany! I really regret that I didn't pursue you back then! Happy birthday!"

She was almost submerged in the sound of everyone's blessings, looking at those familiar faces who had taken off their masks...the faces of the old people who had worked here.

Ms. Tiffany was at a loss for a moment.

At this time, Lawyer Zieger slowly walked out of the crowd pushing a cake, and he walked up to Ms. Tiffany, "Happy birthday, dear Tiffany, I hope you will like the birthday party I prepared for you. "

Ms. Tiffany was startled at first, and then she felt a little relieved...By the way, it turned out that this was prepared by Lawyer Zieg—and only Lawyer Zieg has the ability to invite so many former old employees back from all over the place.

Ms. Sandy also came in from the crowd at this time, and looked at her friend complainingly. Obviously she didn't know all this, but now she was helpless, "No wonder you rejected the birthday party I prepared for you. It turns out that so."

She really loves this good sister for decades, hugging the pistachio around her hard, looking at the people around her... 55-year-old birthday can be so beautiful.

Ms. Tiffany was smiling all the time, accepting everyone's blessings... She searched among the crowd, looking for the bloated figure playing the violin.

But he is no longer here, I don't know when he left.

Maybe later, I will go to this mysterious Mr. Dillings and ask him about that violin... always a little concerned.

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【The Sixth: The Golden Years】

Happiness and happiness... probably come from such simplicity.

A 55-year-old woman who doesn't seem to want much... She doesn't have a husband, she hasn't even had children of her own, and she's been single for five years.

Life is so boring, we have to simply embellish it, and we will be able to see unprecedented beauty.

Ms. Tiffany felt that she should sleep very soundly tonight—but before that, she wanted to meet this Mr. Dillings once.

"Already checked out?"

"Yes, Ms. Tiffany. This is what the gentleman said he would hand over to you when he left."

On the floor, the doorman delivered an old suitcase to Ms. Tiffany, and then left.

The first thing she saw on the suitcase was the imprint that Gusfu said.

Ms. Tiffany pondered for a moment, then slowly opened the suitcase, and gently took out the violin hidden inside with both hands.

And the bow.

She walked to the window and looked at the gray everything outside... Downstairs, she seemed to see someone again.

Who was thinking of her waving, after waving, this one slowly turned around, kept walking, kept walking, kept walking, and finally disappeared.

Ms. Tiffany watched obsessively. After a while, she hugged the violin and bow tightly in her hands, closed her eyes, and hummed Canon (D Major) softly.

Today is really a beautiful day, like a dream.

That he... has drawn a full stop here today.

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Mr. Dillins was walking alone on the road, and he would look back at the beautiful and incredible Alec Hotel behind him.

Then, he finally ran into the owner and servant of the club who had just returned from the beach of the artificial lake.

The maid is still barefoot...the shoes are held between her fingers.

The two returned arm in arm, as if they were talking quietly... Seeing Mr. Dillins alone, Boss Luo greeted him.

"Good evening, Mr. Dillings."

"You too." Mr. Dillings laughed, "It was really a great help just now! Otherwise, I will definitely screw things up! If you have the opportunity to come to [Hallstatt] in the future, you must Contact me! I will definitely treat you well! Oh, look at me! I will write you a contact information."

As soon as he slapped his head, Mr. Dillins began to fumble for his clothes—but he couldn't find any paper and pen. As for the suitcase in his hand, it was actually empty.

"Let's write it here." Boss Luo smiled slightly, and took out the notebook he got from Mr. Dillins, and then there was a pen.

Mr. Dillins readily wrote down his contact information and address in his notebook.

"Mr. Dillins, are you leaving now?"

Mr. Dillings nodded, "Yes, I still have to catch the plane tomorrow morning... I will go back to work on Monday. I didn't tell my wife this time, if I don't go back in time, trust me! She really won't let me sleep in the bed! That's too bad!"

At this moment, the maid gave a chuckle, which was so touching in an instant.

Mr. Dillins couldn't help being a little stunned, thinking that this young man was really lucky to save the Galaxy in his previous life.

Luo Qiu suddenly asked, "Can I ask you something, Mr. Dillins."

"Okay, let's talk."

Boss Luo glanced at the notebook in his hand, and pondered, "Why, Mr. Dillins, what you said on the stage at the end is different from what you wrote here..."

Mr. Dillins was taken aback, then thought for a while and said, "Well... I think it would be better this way? Anyway, I always screw things up."

For such an answer, Luo Qiu just nodded with a smile, and then said softly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dillins... I wish you a pleasant journey."

"so be it."

Mr. Dillins was still as forthright, and left directly after saying hello, without any intention of staying... But he didn't see, behind him, Boss Luo bowed slightly to him.

……

In front of the bus stop outside the Alec Hotel, I haven't waited for a bus for a long time... Looking at the time when the operation has probably stopped, Mr. Dillins couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Perhaps the front desk of the hotel should have called a taxi for help, but Mr. Dillins dug into his trouser pocket at this time, and couldn't help but find somewhat sadly... that he had no money.

He really ran out of money—almost all of his money was spent on this trip, and he even posted all his private money...and an advance payment of two months' salary to the boss.

He suddenly regretted so much that he even had the urge to turn his eyes black...God knows how to explain to his wife when he goes back?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a private car slowly approached Mr. Dillins, and then stopped... When the car door opened, an old black man in a gorgeous dress beckoned to him.

"Mr. Dillins, hello..." The old man invited Mr. Dillins into the car at this time, looked at the puzzled Mr. Dillins, and smiled slightly: "First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Ziggy ...Then, I am the lawyer appointed by Pacher, and I am here to handle his estate affairs...One of his estates is designated for me to hand over to you, Mr. Dillins."

Dillins blinked, then scratched his hair, and said puzzledly: "Lawyer? Pacher's? That guy is so poor that he owes me half a year's rent in a row. What inheritance can he have... other than a dog ?”

"But even so, you are still willing to help him fulfill his last wish, aren't you... He came here from far away Austria, and even now he is penniless."

Lawyer Zieger smiled slightly, "I think that in Pacher's last life, he will definitely feel extremely proud to know you as a friend... Believe me, Mr. Dillins, this legacy is You deserved it, your kindness and trustworthiness got you through Pachel's test and you ended up doing even... better. So, Mr. Dillings, you will get Pachel's 4000 million euros heritage."

"Fuck...how much?!!"

Mr. Dillins jumped up all of a sudden, and then hit his head directly on the roof of the car, and he couldn't help screaming again... It hurts a lot.

……

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[Part [-]: All love is contained here]

After returning to the room, Boss Luo, who was in a good mood, opened a bottle of red wine and went out on the terrace with the maid, enjoying the cool breeze.

He opened Mr. Dillings' notebook and read the pages.

It contains all his plans for this trip, and each item is written very clearly - in the end, it is the completeness of the list of things he needs to do.

"Today, I picked up a good thing." Boss Luo said with satisfaction.

The maid took the notebook from the master and turned to the front of the notebook...that was written in a different handwriting from that of Mr. Dillins.

The maid read softly a paragraph of text written on it:
—Hope, you know I never gave up on our dreams.

——When you were lonely and sad, you failed to get any help and comfort from me.

——I feel very heartbroken about this.

— All love is contained here.

……

There is someone who loves you silently, he/she may have gone away.

(End of this chapter)