Trafford's Trading Club

Why was she so well-versed in it?

Most likely because You Ye had done plenty of similar things like this and became accustomed to it. It seems like it wasn’t hard to get used to the peculiar abilities of the club.

If you have a strong enough heart.

"Is this the manager’s office?"

You Ye stood still, and Luo Qiu looked at the door plate in front of You Ye: Manager’s Office, Cao Ziqian.

Cao Ziqian...if he remembered correctly, it should be the name of Jin Zifu’s son-in-law.

"The easiest way to get the information about this factory is through here." You Ye smiled faintly, opening the door of the office and respectfully standing aside, "Master, please come in."

At the moment the door was opened, Luo Qiu was aware that a dumbfounded young man was looking at him.

"Who are you?" the man asked at once.

He excluded a sense of pressure that students were not able to show. Luo Qiu stared blankly, braced himself, and walked in the room.

Then You Ye followed him.

Cao Ziqian frowned and stood up—in his view, these two looked like an innocent student and a beautiful woman. But he didn’t recognize either of them.

"Who are you? I should remember you if you’ve made an appointment." His palms pressed the table near the phone, without a hint of recklessness or panic, calmly saying: "Please tell me the purpose of your visit."

"Mr. Cao, my master wants to check the business condition of your factory." You Ye walked forwards and smiled, "Please."

Cao Ziqian stunned and frowned: "You’re not welcome if you came to make jokes. Please leave. I’ll tell security not to hurt either of you."

You Ye said, "Please cooperate with us, don’t put me on the spot, ok?"

You Ye said with a soft voice, her bright eyes shined like sapphire. Under that gaze, Cao Ziqian’s expression turned dull, then slowly said: "OK...OK..."

"Is it hypnosis?" Luo Qiu asked suddenly.

You Ye nodded: "It’s just a small trick, and only works on ordinary people who don’t have a strong psychic force."

You Ye’s abilities were indeed top-notched. Luo Qiu looked at Cao Ziqian curiously, then he went over, waving his hand in front of him, but there was no reaction. Then only did he calm down a little.

"Is he going to tell the truth?" Luo Qiu asked.

You Ye nodded, "Most of the time, unless it’s a sensitive matter."

Luo Qiu fell silent for a moment, then he looked at Cao Ziqian and asked, "Jin Zifu said you had him sign some documents to transfer the ownership of the factory to you. And now you’ll cooperate with property developers to destroy the factory. Is that true?"

"Yes, it’s true." Cao Ziqian answered woodenly.

Luo Qiu frowned and sank in thought for a moment, then he said, "Tell me the state of operations concerning the factory, please."

"It’ll go bankrupt in three months."

Luo Qiu was stunned, "Bankrupt? Are you sure?"

Cao Ziqian said, "Yes, I’m sure. The factory owes a large amount of debt to the bank. And they have only three months to pay it back. The factory has not received any orders in the last 2 years, so it will soon go bankrupt and the land will be foreclosed by the bank."

"So you secretly took ownership of the factory, and want to make a killing before that time, right?"

"I have to do so, because I can’t bear to see everything disappear before my eyes." Cao Ziqian said with a miserable expression, "I must keep..."

He seemed to be struggling.

As You Ye said, he would wake up if it was a sensitive question.

"You, what were you doing to me?!"

While yelling at them, Cao Ziqian nervously snatched up the phone, "Shelly, call the security guards to come over now!"

Luo Qiu had a glanced at You Ye subconsciously.

Just then, as if to solve the problem for her master, You Ye walked to Cao Ziqian quickly, waving her arm in front of him.

Then Cao Ziqian closed his eyes and fell to the ground. He seem to be unconscious.

"Master, don’t worry. He won’t wake up in half an hour." You Ye said slightly, "Master, have you made your decision?"

Luo Qiu took a look at the table quickly, then shook his head suddenly, "No, I want to go to another place."

...

...

Jin Zifu took the black card from his pocket, and came to the club again, nervously.

As the doorbell rang, the beautiful You Ye said with a smile: "Sir, welcome to ‘Trafford’s Trading Club."

Jin Zifu nodded to her, and saw the club’s boss sitting near the table he had sat previously.

Jin Zifu hurried to Luo Qiu, sat down, and asked: "Sir, my factory..."

Luo Qiu smiled faintly: "No problem, with the price you’re offering, you can get your factory back."

Jin Zifu was delighted: "Really?"

Luo Qiu clapped once, You Ye then came forward holding a tray with several documents on it.

Luo Qiu was looking at Jin Zifu and said: "These are all the original documents you signed."

Jin Zifu took and checked all the documents, then he said excitedly: "Yes, yes! There they are! The factory still belongs to me!

He took these documents into his arms tightly, as if they were treasures.

Just then, Jin Zifu suddenly stood up: "Thanks for getting them back! I’ll repay you later!"

Luo Qiu smiled: "That’s ok, it’s a consensual deal. So, about the transaction fee..."

"Boom!!!"

"The factory is mine! So is my lifespan! Nobody can grab it! Thanks for getting back these documents! Let me send you to the heaven!"

Then Jin Zifu showed a grisly look, with a black USP45 in his hand.

ACP bullet of .45 could inflict a fatal damage in people’s body.

Right then, such tragedy happened on Luo Qiu...there was a striking wound on the center of his forehead.

Luo Qiu fell down from the seat. Then crazy Jin Zifu pointed the gun at You Ye: "You too."

"BOOM,BOOM!!"

Two shots were raised on different parts of her chest.

As You Ye fell, Jin Zifu put the gun in his pocket hastily, holding the documents and rushing out of the club.

Soon after he left, Luo Qiu stood up suddenly.

The weird thing was, his body seemed to be dragged upright, meanwhile, the wound healed gradually until it finally disappeared.

Then he opened his eyes, touching his forehead subconsciously and saying to himself: "So that’s it...I won’t die before the sand in the hourglass completely falls."

Afterwards he looked at You Ye.

He found her arm moving a little, then she stood up . But You Ye’s wound didn’t regenerate.

Might be because she was a puppet.

"Master, do you need some more water?" You Ye asked in a soft voice.

Luo Qiu shook his head, but took the black card left on the table.

"...The seventh rule concerning transactions of Trafford’s Trading Club is, customers are not allowed to take the stores’ merchandise privately."

The black card in his hand suddenly lit up and burned down thoroughly.