Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 265 a lot of money

"You don't eat?"

Looking at this guy just just ordered a cup of water to drink, Yuri stopped the knife and fork on his hand and looked up.

He has a very thick beard, and has been gorging, so the original bad selling is naturally a greasy texture.

Luo Qiu shook his head and pointed his finger at the position of his chin. Yuri squatted and reached for a curly hairy beard and caught a slim.

But he did not disregard it, and he directly saw the noodles as a mouth--after that, he continued to eat it.

After a long time, Yuri was full of satisfaction and did not mind that the place is now a quiet restaurant. "Why help me? Even ask me to eat? It’s because we have seen one side before, and I have no impression at all?"

Luo Qiu drank his mouth and said: "On that day, Mr. Yuri said that he loves this woman. Um... The woman in the picture is not conclusive in the world. I wonder why Mr. Yuri is using the same. Said it in the muzzle."

Yuri is a glimpse.

He thought of a lot of possibilities - in this madness, not only his own mouth is in motion. But he did not expect that it was because of such a request.

Yuri wiped his mouth with a napkin, then took a vodka before the meal, then leaned back on the table, narrowing the distance between him and Luo Qiu.

Yuri stretched out **** and pointed at his own eyes. He looked serious and said: "If I say, my eyes can be seen at a glance, do you believe it or not?"

His eyes were wide open, and the brown eyeballs were covered with a lot of blood.

“Why don’t you believe?” Luo Qiu said casually: “If you believe, isn’t Mr. Yuri a master of appreciation? It’s a happy thing to know a master of painting. As for...”

Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "...even if he was cheated, there is no loss to me."

Yuri slightly opened his mouth and suddenly laughed - it was a kind of funny, incredible eating and laughing.

"Master, Master." Yuri repeated like a mockery. "Yes, yes, I am a master - but not a master of painting, but a master of painting, haha!"

Luo Qiu took another sip of water: "Do you have any work for Mr. Yuri?"

Yuri sipped himself and had a cup and a cup. His eyes didn't know when it started to become a little drooping. It seemed to be awake. "Work? Of course, many, many...all the streets are...the toilet is used to wipe The **** are all..."

"Have Mr. Yuri heard the taste?" Luo Qiu said, asked the waiter for a cup of warm water, and finally sent it to Yuri.

But obviously Yuri, who is more interested in the bottle of vodka that is about to be drunk, is indifferent to this. "Why don't you drink when you drink? Go out of this restaurant, we won't be friends anyway. You are just curious, curious. I am a kind of person, so I will be here with me, please invite me to eat... I probably want to know my story, isn’t it?”

Luo Qiudao: "There is such an idea... well, the recent interest is in this regard."

Yuri sneered in disdain, looked at the other side, and looked at the beautiful woman next to him, yelling: "Anyone like you, anyway, the favorite is not sitting in a warm place and listening to the cold. The story, feel the coldness of the winter in front of the fireplace, so sigh, meet the pity of the occasional arrival..."

Luo Qiu suddenly said that he did not intend to explain anything: "Mr. Yuri, do you need a break? You should be able to live in the upstairs."

Yuri was completely like a drunkard at this time. He held his head in his hand and looked at the waiter not far from him. He suddenly waved.

The waiter took a glimpse and walked over with a smile. Courtesy said: "Sir, what is your order?"

Yuri suddenly said: "Can you dance? Stripped clothes and danced here."

The male waiter should have a glimpse, but still very politely said: "Sir, I think you may be drunk... Do you have any needs?"

Yuri smiled and shook his head at this moment, and his head looked at Luo Qiu's direction. He made a few slaps at Luo's boss and suddenly said, "How many banknotes do you have?"

Luo Qiu is really curious about what this tramp-like man is going to do, so he gestures to the maid's lady.

The maidservant who said nothing, lightly took a stack of new large denomination rubles from the handbag and placed it in front of Yuri.

Yuri blew a whistle and picked it up like a brick-thick banknote, his fingers passing by. He stood up on the table and stared at the waiter. "The clothes are off, dance here, the money is yours."

Looking at the stack of banknotes stuck in his hand, the waiter's expression suddenly stiffened.

......

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Hahahahaha! Hahaha... cough... Haha... OK, go away!"

Yuri laughed, holding the bottle in one hand and **** the glass in the other hand, watching the adaptation of the clothes on the ground with his head down.

Really in the restaurant, just stripped of only a pair of socks, a pair of underwear and a bowtie waiter rushed to grab the clothes, and immediately ran away.

Yuri only sat down again at this time: "Is there no? It is a very good thing to have money. Just like when you just said that I am staying at this hotel, this waiter clearly despise me... But, do you see what he has just done? As long as he has money, whether it is mine or yours, he can take off his clothes and dance."

He then went to a wine cellar. "The stack of banknotes just now may not be earned for ordinary people. But if you brow your eyes, you will take them. I will give you this waiter. No response - just because you want to see what's going on in the next place. Things that can make people dignified are just for you to use the props for watching the show."

Luo’s boss drank a third bit of clear water. “What does Mr. Yuri want to say?”

"Since you like to watch interesting things, why don't you send me a lot of money?"

"As Mr. Yuri said, money does not really mean anything to me." Luo Qiu nodded: "So it is appropriate to use it as a tool... just, I just gave it because of curiosity. You have made money, but you have let me see something interesting. But this is just a small thing..."

Looking at Yuri, Luo Qiu said: "Mr. Yuri thinks that I will give you a huge fortune. What can you see for me?"

Yuri laughed and said: "Yes, what can I see?"

He seems to be thinking hard, shaking his head again, "Well... um! Ah? Oh... I think... Yes, you should be able to see that I enjoy a comfortable life, no longer tired of life, watching I went to a high-level place and saw the beauty around me, watching me live the life of ordinary people..."

After another cellar, Yuri almost fell asleep: "This is not enough..."

"But I am not interested in these." Luo Qiu shook his head.

"Oh... is it..." Yuri’s head leaned back and his legs stretched out naturally, sitting in a very indecent position.

"But you can buy a lot of wealth from me."

"buy?"

"Yes. Some people can take risks for money, engage in high-risk work, and even get sick of the disease, overdraw health and life... Some people can give up their dignity for money, and others can turn their backs for money. Mr. Yuri does not I think that when these people get a lot of wealth, they are also selling their important things? Or they are overdrafting their lives."

Yuri pointed to Luo Qiu and smirked: "You mean, can I sell these things to you? Is that really good... well..."

puff--!

But when the words were not finished, Yuri was planted at the table and slumbered and slept.

For him, just all the words, as if it were just absurd words after drinking, may be forgotten after he wakes up.

call--!

(End of this chapter)