Trafford’s Trading Club

What is not available in Chapter 1155 is always in turmoil

“Wait.” Master Chen Er converges in a moment of confusion. As a person who travels among many wealthy businessmen and some officials, the style of ‘高人’ is needed.

If even people can't hold it, what business can be talked about later?

In front of this, the son of the son should not be a local person - the local famous and famous big man, Chen Er has been investigated in these years.

But as the saying goes, the strong dragon is not over the head of the snake... With his local background and resources, Chen Er has asked himself what is going on, or someone is willing to come forward to protect himself - the key far water can't save the fire.

"Master Chen, are you not afraid?" A black suit squeezed his fist at this time, and the squeaky joints matched the cold smile on his face, which was able to give people a sense of oppression.

Chen Er took the lead and said in a light way: "I am just a teacher who looks at people, not a boxer who plays black boxing. Do you want to try my skills, do you want to try my fists? If you want to find If you are a kung fu person, please do not hesitate to waste time here."

At this time, the three bodyguards looked at the clock and fell into the dust. They only saw that the clock was not open, but they closed their eyes and slowly licked their foreheads. It seemed that they were indifferent.

"Hands." The bodyguards snorted.

Chen Er’s heart was awkward, and the group of guys wanted to come hard... He snorted. “If that’s the case, then go outside the yard. I don’t want to live in a mess.”

Said, Chen Er will ignore the eyes of everyone, and walked straight into the garden outside - the garden is not large, but it is also quite a lot, at first glance, there are also fifty or sixty square masks.

Moreover, in the middle of the garden, there are also wooden stakes of different lengths, which are almost one meter high and the shortest one foot.

I saw that Chen Er’s action stepped on the wooden stick, like a monkey, but the top of the wooden stake was on the top of the eye. “Several, please.”

"Plum blossom pile? I also practiced!" A bodyguard sneered, rushed directly to the stake, and flew to attack Chen.

Chen Er’s face was indifferent at this time, and everyone outside knew that he was an apprentice of Huang Banxian, but few people knew that many years ago, he was next to Huang Banxian, just one of his bodyguards – before becoming the land of Huang Banxian. Chen Er is a genuine plum blossoms and fists.

Many traditional boxing methods have been lost, and most of them have lost their essence. Only a little fur is saved. It is good for strong fitness. If it can be used as actual combat, most of them are theoretically higher than reality.

Chen Ershi learned from Huang Banxian that he could not learn the profound Feng Shui scholasticism from him. However, the theory of the five elements of gossip has learned a lot. After being inspired, it is also the ancient essence of the traditional plum blossom boxing method. A few points out, the ordinary boxer is really able to fight.

However, martial arts are even more afraid of bullets, and there are many examples of hard-working killings for decades. Although Chen Er has some talent in boxing, he is not drunk with traditional skills.

But even so, it is more than enough to deal with the three strong bodyguards.

At this point, the three bodyguards have already stepped on the plum pile, and together with Chen Er, you come to me on the plum pile, and the fist shelf does not look like an ordinary person.

The clock fell slowly and opened his eyes. It was already after a few minutes of discussion. The third generation of his brothers and sisters of the third generation of his family was trained by the old master in the army in the early years, and there were also masters who fought in the army, and their fighting skills may not reach the level of the master, but the eyesight is also Trained up.

These three bodyguards were also selected from the army. Although they are not familiar with the terrain of plum blossom piles, their balance and ability to play against each other are not bad. Although Chen Er took advantage of the terrain, but it did not have a lot of real skills, it was really unable to suppress the siege of the three.

"Stop it." After another two minutes, the three bodyguards completely fell to the bottom of the wind. Seeing that they had insufficient support, the clock fell slowly and told me.

They came out of the army. They had almost instinctive execution ability for the command. When they heard the words, they quickly retreated from the plum pile and quickly returned to the side of the clock.

At this time, Chen Er also walked down from the plum pile. After he had ingested the inheritance of Huang Banxian for half a year, he almost ruined the martial arts of this body. Although he practiced on weekdays, he only sweated. After the war, I couldn’t help but feel a cold sweat.

"Mr. Cheng, is this satisfactory?" Chen Er sneered at this moment, and the man who called the king of the king, has been squatting for a long time.

Zhong Dian Chen did not intend to go and Chen Er explained his misunderstanding. At this time, he just looked at it as a cloud. He said casually: "Chen Yun, you find a time, take him back to the company, put a few arrays, see the effect. Let's go."

Said, the clock fell to the dust does not continue to pay attention, leaving with a bodyguard.

He judges whether a person has a set of standards. If this Chen Er is weak in the face of several bodyguards, the appearance of a timid and fearful thing will naturally become a climate. The person who really has the ability is naturally a kind of temperament... But this Chen Er has no ability to learn from Feng Shui. With this hand, the high-level hitter is qualified.

It’s just this type of master of Gaofu. If you want to get a clock, you can find a company in minutes.... As he said, he came in person and waited an hour to prove his sincerity. The next step is Chen. Whether the performance of the second can be regarded as your sincerity.

"You... is Mr. Cheng?" Chen Er frowned at this time.

There is only one person in the house at this time. Cheng Yun only smiled at this time. For this Chen Master suddenly had a different view... Sample, when it comes to loading, I am a generation of masters!

Cheng Yun chuckled at this moment, sat down, swept the pleats of his pants on his thighs, and smiled: "Master Chen Er, have you heard of the Xiangshan Zhongjia in Beijing?"

......

After the clock fell out of the door, he quickly got on the bus, and the driver in front went back and asked him where he was going.

After thinking about it for a while, I slowly said: "Go to the studio of Miss Mo."

The driver nodded and said in the heart, these two days, the second master will go to the studio of Miss Mo, and it seems that she is really interested in this Miss Mo.

I heard that the marriage of the two young masters and Miss Zhang Jia seems to be somewhat retarded... But the two young masters are not in a hurry. These days, apart from official duties, there is basically no exchange with Zhang.

As for the Miss Miss, the identity is somewhat mysterious... With the means of Zhong Jia, I can't find out the origin of Miss Mo, only know that she appeared in this city only half a year ago. As for where she was before, what she did, her parents, etc., all were blank.

But Miss Ms. is indeed a rare beauty.

A black dress, mysterious and elegant.

......

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The so-called studio is a ceramic art studio in the recently completed creative garden - because of the new completion, many buildings in the creative park are still in a state of idleness.

But this pottery studio is quite popular - most of the colleges are coming to the mysterious and beautiful boss.

Surprised by nature, it is basically the first impression of many students, the proprietress.

Most people just come for the beauty of the proprietress, but few people really appreciate the craftsmanship of the boss.

There are a lot of geese who pursue this Miss Ms, but there are not a few who can really make this Miss Mum look - but even so, those buddies who are second to none in the second day of the week have no violent past. - They seem to be obsessed with stereotypes, and they are extremely polite in the workroom.

Today, Ms. Mo still does not appear in the classroom. The class here is only a pottery who has only recently been invited, and the aunt who is 40 years old.

Upstairs there is also a room dedicated to Ms. Mo, which is the place she created on weekdays... I heard that for such a long time, only one student can go up.

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Title: "Qin Sang Qu"

Of course, it is not the live play, but the sound played by the audio equipment... The sun is abundant, and the river view can be seen from the window.

When the clock fell into the private work room on the upper floor, it was attracted by the music inside...not because of the elegance of the decoration, nor because of the pleasant scenery, just because the hands were shaping the shape of the clay.

Discovering this place is just an occasional opportunity.

Zhong Dingchen thought that his life should not be attracted to women any more... Even the young lady of Zhang’s family did not know when to start, his interest was greatly weakened, and even later it was visible. The extent... Today, he is about to erase this pretty woman from his heart.

It was only on the riverside that day, the black dress that was being plucked at the edge of the river beach, but it was still unforgettable.

The students downstairs felt that she was shocked by the heavens, but the clock fell into the dust but thought that this is rare in the world, but it is hopeless and unreachable.

Miss Mo's pottery is very high, especially in the fabrication of dolls, expressive, lifelike, as if to give the real soul of these earthly dolls.

"Yancao is like Bisi, Qinsang is low green. When Junhuai returns to Japan, it is when the intestines are broken. The spring breeze does not know, what is it... into Luoyi." The voice is light... The sound makes the pair are shaping the clay. The hand stopped.

The beauty is wonderful and pleasing to the eye.

The clock fell slowly and smiled. "Miss Miss, homesick?"

"Mr. Zhong." Miss Ms. in front of her eyes slightly nodded. "Please sit... Today, do you still continue your last homework?"

"No hurry." Zhong Chen fell into the dust, and there was a place that belonged to him not long ago. "Miss Mo, the mud that I sent you last time, still like it."

Ms. Mo smiled slightly. "It's a good kaolin. Thank you, Mr. Zhong."

The clock fell into the dust and said: "Bless the flowers and worship the Buddha. Besides, the kaolin is not rare, it is not a valuable item."

Ms. Mo did not say much, "Mr. Zhong, let's get started."

"Good." Zhong Ding nodded, began to unbutton the sleeves, pinched, and then grabbed a handful of soil from the side of the cabinet, began to seep, and got up.

He glanced at the mud type on Ms. Mo's plate and suddenly asked: "Miss Mo, this seems to be the last time? Is it not satisfied, why come back again?"

"I am not satisfied." Miss Mo looked at a simple human figure.

Can't see men and women.

"Oh? Is there a work that Ms. Mo is difficult to start?" Zhong Chen was so curious... He had seen it with his own eyes. Ms. Mo’s superb memory created a work that could be passed down in a short time.

Ms. Mo lowered her face at this moment, and her hair covered her half of her face. "I forgot his name and couldn't remember his appearance... Probably, only when I see you again, I can think of it again."

The falling of the clock can clearly feel that the woman’s mind is never here.

She is always on the bridge, and she is from the bridge, riding a boat, slowly passing through, a glance at it, and gradually drift away.

"Mr. Zhong, you can continue, I have something to do." Miss Mo wiped her hands at this time: "I will come back later to see your work today."

The clock did not retain, but just looked at each other and slowly left.

In addition to him in the classroom, there was no one left. He slowly fell into the dirt, and his mind gradually sank into it.

It’s just a good bitter, but it’s always impossible to pull the embryo into shape – a shape that is satisfying in his heart.

He sighed and looked out the window, his look slightly complicated. "Forever...get love."

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Ms. Mo left the studio from another passage, drove herself, and soon came to a hut not far from the Creative Park.

She took two big bags from the car and opened the door and went in.

There is another world in the house - it is like a playground, with slides made along the beams, as well as rockeries and pools.

The floor was covered with a green blanket.

Inside the house, a group of children, the youngest is only a few years old, the smallest is still crawling, at this time is playing trouble... Among the children, a girl who is older, her eyes are red, and she is chasing a Fat guy, "Pig 猡仔! You are not obedient, go to the bath!! Otherwise, when Blackwater Sister is back, I will tell her!"

The fat guy suddenly caught a grimace and climbed up the wall as soon as he went down.

Seeing this scene, Miss Mo has a smile on her face. She put down her hand and whispered, "Well, come over and eat."

"Wow! Blackwater sister is back!" The little girl suddenly picked up Miss Ms. and hugged her. "Blackwater sister, you have the human taste again! He came to see you again today. ?"

Miss Mo... Blackwater smiled and put down the little girl in her arms and patted her little head.

At this point, a group of children... enchanting people gathered around the black water, I saw the black water slowly sit down, the black long skirt spread out, like a black dahlia.

"This human is so annoying! Blackwater sister, do you want to eat him?" This kind of speech is naturally the only talk of the biggest pig.

The old girl was a big sister, and she knocked on the head of the piglet. "You are stupid! Many humans are looking for the troubles of the black water sister, relying on humans, those guys become rules." If you eat him, our days will not be good! Pig, you!"

"I was originally a pig!"

"Eating and eating, just eat!"

"I don't like that human anyway!" The pig cubs licked his mouth and shouted: "When I grow up, I will eat him the first!"

Blackwater didn't talk, just watching the children's fights, satisfied... Here is her everything.

(End of this chapter)