Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 382
At some point, the bowl of sliced ​​noodles that Luo Qiu bought from the street noodle shop had already been eaten.

Old Feng probably has been immersed in the taste of memories.

Whether it's the taste of this bowl of sliced ​​noodles, or the taste of the story in his mouth.

The city's lanterns have long been like dominoes. From the first one or two, they have evolved into the lights of the whole city, full of colors.

Old Feng was about to finish talking about his relationship with the woman who brought her child to make clothes.He drank the last drop of soup in the packing bowl.

Then there was a silence.

Finally said: "Later, the day I was arrested happened to be the day the lady's clothes were finished. Interestingly, I only met the police officer twice. The first time, he accompanied his wife It came up. And the second time is the day when the goods were received, that is, the day when I was arrested."

Luo Qiu has gradually withdrawn from the stories in Old Feng's mouth... The bits and pieces in the old man's mouth are enough for him to reenact these bits and pieces in the living room of this old house.

"Do you think that the police officer at the beginning even suspected you when he saw you for the first time?"

Old Feng smiled and shook his head: "Who knows? Maybe you are right, maybe he discovered it a long time ago, just to let me finish this dress. Or maybe he discovered it by accident, so he investigated and collected evidence , I act only when there is a result, but it just happens to be the day when it will be completed... But no matter what it is for, it is good for me after all."

Luo Qiu nodded thoughtfully.

But Lao Feng couldn't finish it: "Because, I am a sinner after all, and the extra time is already a kind of gift to me..."

It was not like the one time I devoted myself wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly to complete the phoenix gown skirt in hand, but it was an ordinary order, and the natural construction period would be longer.

Naturally, during the longer construction period, staying in this old house, the life of the father and daughter will be longer.

……

Lao Feng took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then put them on again, "Speaking of which, I didn't post this photo. That day, I said, can I finish my work before I leave? .The officer said yes, and the photo was taken."

Old Feng heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a complicated expression: "I think this should be posted by the police officer who quietly returned here after washing it. He never mentioned it to me. He's a weird guy too."

"All the time... no?" Luo Qiu said softly.

"This police officer used to come to see me in prison occasionally." Old Feng said casually: "Not long after I was arrested. He would come three or two times a year. Later, he would come once a year... …Well, I haven’t been here in recent years.”

Old Feng smiled and looked at the owner of the club, "I probably forgot it. If it is not a close relative, who can remember who for a lifetime? This kind of thing, like you... well, how to say, special You should know better than me. I thought, time should not mean much to you. You may see hundreds of times more than I have encountered."

"He hasn't forgotten you." Luo Qiu said abruptly.

Lao Feng froze for a moment, as if he wanted to know the answer.

"It's getting late, old man, I won't bother you." Luo Qiu stood up at this time, "I like the story you told very much, and I will come to listen to you tell other customers' stories when I have time... Of course, I will also bring you something to eat, I think the elderly will often forget this kind of thing."

As he said that, Lao Feng saw with his own eyes a large living person gradually fade away from his face, and then disappeared.

Lao Feng looked at the packing box that he had eaten up, and thought that the owner of this shop could come in without knocking...Anyway, he can leave like this, so he can come like this.

"An odd fellow, too."

Lao Feng shook his head, patted his face, and cheered up.It was getting late outside, but his work had just begun.

He picked up the needle and thread again, and embroidered one stitch at a time.

In the past ten years, he has never been so peaceful.

……

After leaving Lao Feng's house, Luo Qiu did not go far, but returned to the noodle shop in this old street again, and made two bowls of sliced ​​noodles before leaving in a real sense.

Instead of going back to the club, he went back to his home.

Not long after he came back, Ren Ziling returned as usual, like a defeated dog.

"Hey, are you eating sliced ​​noodles tonight?"

Boss Luo poured out some vinegar and ignored the woman.

The two ate without speaking.

It's just this kind of noodles. I don't know if his father and his mother tasted it occasionally when they passed by in those years?
If you tasted it, what would it taste like?

Thinking about it, it should be the taste of the moment.

……

……

Recently, the club has an old Feng who is in the process of trading and waiting for the transaction to be completed. At the same time, there is also a gold master who is being taken over by the black soul messenger black soul NO.18.

The boss didn't say which side to favor.

"I didn't know that the master came in person, subordinate, subordinate..." Black Soul No. 18 didn't think how to say something for a while.

Because she has never encountered such a situation.

The previous boss seldom stepped out of the club's gate—at least, she never met the previous boss in person at her work site.

"I heard from You Ye that you seem to have encountered a little obstacle, isn't it?" Luo Qiu waved his hand, "Don't be cautious, just chat casually."

Even though he said so, how could the Black Soul Emissary dare to be rude to the owner of the club... Throughout the countless years, those guys who dared to be rude to the boss, probably can’t be found on their graves now, right?
There was only one black soul envoy who dared to make some doubts in front of the boss, and occasionally rushed a word or two.But even so, that guy still couldn't resist the boss...

"That's right, this subordinate ran into some minor troubles, which I could have solved by myself." Black Soul No. 18 nodded and said: "But after thinking about it later, as a black soul envoy, I shouldn't hide anything from you." Master was right, so I went back and reported to Miss You Ye. Unexpectedly, it really alarmed you, Master."

Black Soul No.18 seemed to be eager to express something: "Master, please don't worry! The other party must be a half-baked magician who has learned some magic from somewhere, and his subordinates will naturally be able to handle it."

The magician in the mouth of Black Soul No. 18 is naturally not the kind of performance department that simply conjures flowers from the inside of the hat, but the kind of visual department that really comes with special effects.

Luo Qiu asked curiously: "How do you know that the other party is a half-assed person?"

Black Soul No. 18 said: "Because he doesn't show any etiquette that a magician should have. A magician with orthodox heritage is like a nobleman, and he can tell the temperament of his body at a glance. And he ..."

Black Soul NO.18 shook his head and said: "...There is no trace of orthodox education at all. So my subordinates speculate that he may have obtained the inheritance of a magician from nowhere, so he figured it out by himself. And, usually Under these conditions, only these wild ways can cause such chaos in the society of ordinary people regardless of the secular laws. Magicians who have had an orthodox education disdain to do such things. Of course, neither Excluded from the orthodox, there will be some guys with psychological distortions... But after all, they are very few, and even if they do evil, these orthodox guys will not lose their demeanor. So from the above, the subordinates can roughly know This man is a savage."

"You have more experience in this field than I do, so I will trust your speculation for the time being." Luo Qiu nodded.

Black Soul NO.18 feels flattered right now... The boss knows everything.

But she didn't know that the boss was curious about things, but he was also a guy who would rather explore step by step than learn directly if it wasn't necessary, which would lead to loss of fun... um, a guy who was in a hurry.

Originally, Luo Qiu was a good boy who managed his family properly since he was a child.

Why go to the altar for things that can be known by just asking the subordinates a few words?

"Tell me about this Miss Zhao Ru."

Black Soul NO.18 nodded, "Master, this patron has a very serious anti-social personality..."

……

Hearing the eloquence of the black soul messenger, Boss Luo didn't stop his eyes.

In the alley where Zhao Ru lived, Boss Luo saw that she was just sitting silently in the 'house' made of cardboard boxes.

The alley itself was dark, and the inside of the box house was also dark, but it was even darker as she sat with her knees folded and her eyes buried in her arms and knees.

(End of this chapter)