Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 768 Collusion

Earlier before.

Caroline finally contacted the lawyer Carlo and went to the hospital to visit Niya.

Of course, it is the arrival of the bus.

Carlo’s remark was that last week, because the contract was sent to a client, the time was too fast, the car was parked in the non-parking area, and the car was dragged away by the traffic police. Buses, sometimes even motorcycles.

Carlo kept talking in front of Caroline about how unreasonable the traffic police's actions were, and then rose to the simplicity of the country's justice.

What should I say?

Talking about it... but can't understand? Caroline only felt that she had seen a small belly chicken in the market and bargained with the butchers. In the end, she failed. It was like a cock-like aunt.

When I got on the bus, it was Carlo's money, but Caroline didn't feel that this guy had a so-called gentleman's demeanor - he should pay for it when he was in the coffee shop.

How much is the value of a car?

"Oh! Poor Niya! Forgive me for knowing your situation! I should arrive sooner!"

Carol saw Nia lying on the bed, almost wanting to go to Niya's side, fell to the bed, holding Nya's dry hands in his hands, against his forehead, hoarse voice, Sentimental tears, "Where you were so beautiful, why did it become like this? God is really unfair! Hey... you should let me know earlier, why don't you let me know?"

Niya seems to be moved by the deep feelings of the man, perhaps recalling the bitterness of this man, and the deep eye sockets began to moisten.

Caroline once thought that Niya’s tears should have been drained after being hospitalized.

But she came to the end to let such a man's almost disgusting words touched tears... Can Niya not see it at all, Carlo's performance is so hard? How can a man who has not seen a few years or even a decade?

Or is it that the disease has completely swallowed Niya's savvy and rationality, making her more ignorant than any ignorant woman?

Caroline opened her mouth and even revealed her disdain for Carlo. She hopes that Niya can see these moves, but Niya's eyes have never left Carlo.

Caroline didn't know if Niya wanted to remember this man's face forever. However, she wanted to remind Niyah and she didn't say anything.

She closed the door and sat alone in a chair outside the ward, leaving a Carlo to give Niya a chance to perform. God, looking at this commission, I hope that this man can be gentle to the end.

"I care about what this kind of thing does?"

Caroline suddenly shook her head in self-deprecating.

She felt a little bored and looked around the corridor of the inpatient department. It turned out that there were actually quite a lot of people... They all have relatives hospitalized here?

The thoughts were a little messy, and Caroline simply took out the phone and started brushing the circle of friends and Twitter to kill time. I don't know what Niya and Carlo are talking about in the ward.

She sent a message to Livia, and Livia did not respond after a while. She called again and Livia had shut down.

Livia said that she will also leave and stay outside for a while. Should she have left now?

Although this guy is doing a flesh-and-blood business in the district, Caroline is very clear that Livia is holding a boyfriend outside, and she seems to be a college student.

Livia, a fool, even quietly leaves a portion of the money every month to subsidize the man’s tuition and living expenses.

Maybe, I went to her boyfriend.

Carolyn thought about it, and she fell asleep.

She took a dream.

In the dream, she is an angel, and the wings are not the white of the angels in the Bible, but the gray.

Her wings were gathered, wrapped around her body, unable to fly, and the body began to fall from the sky.

But she can never touch the earth, but she has been falling down all the time. It seems that there is no end.

She couldn't speak, she could only keep this falling posture, and the body was like a stone statue. She felt like a soul that was imprisoned in the statue.

I don't know when Caroline appeared in front of myself.

The same face, but the other side has no wings, no different from ordinary ones.

She is also falling, the speed is the same as her own, and the line of sight is always in a horizontal line with her own movement... She feels like she is looking in a mirror.

The two are like this, head down, falling to the ground, but still blinking at each other. Caroline still can't talk, she has never been so anxious.

But the other party moved - the other one moved. Her face smiled a little, and Caroline glanced at her and she was a little surprised and surprised.

The other party moved.

This guy who is exactly the same as himself is moving. In the midst of the fall, the other party reached out to the palm of his hand and slowly extended to himself. Finally, the palm of his hand was placed under his abdomen.

She opened her mouth and didn't make a sound, but the mouth was changing and it was obviously saying something.

"I took it."

"what?"

The earth below, suddenly swallowed by the darkness, the darkness is like the ink dripping on the paper towel, quickly climbed up into the sky, and finally dyed the bright air into black.

Caroline felt the pain, it hurts very much.

......

The reason for the pain is that the mobile beds being pushed by doctors and nurses are flying fast in this narrow corridor, and the wheels at the foot of the bed are running directly from Caroline’s feet...not painful. It’s strange.

Caroline woke up in pain, and looked at the faraway bed with hatred, and quickly took off her shoes. There was a red smear on her foot, and she did not know that she had injured the bone.

How is this so bad today?

Caroline sighed and slowly licked her foot. At this time, the door of the front ward suddenly opened, and Carlo came out with a blank expression, and saw Caroline sitting still here, frowning.

"Your things are good? Niya?" Caroline asked.

Carol said: "She is not easy to fall asleep, you still don't want to wake her up... Yes, you have no time, I want to talk to you."

Carolyn intuition may not be a good thing, but still bear the pain of the foot, put on the shoes, and follow the man to a quiet place - the overhead layer of the hospital inpatient department, where the patient breathes.

Caroline walked away, and Carlo did not support it.

This vaguely still able to see a young man with a handsome appearance at a young age, at this time from the pocket of the suit to pull out the crumpled soft smoke, picked one and began to pump.

Caroline impatiently said: "If you have anything, just say it. If there is nothing, I will leave, it is too late."

Evening is the time when she works. What is too late is just a slap in the face. She just didn't like to stay with this old man, which would remind her of Niya's appearance.

That is completely different from the time of despair, and it glows with a strange spirit, as if to see the look of hope.

"You are also a prostitute." Carol slowly spit out a cigarette. "Niya told me something about you."

Caroline looked at each other and frowned. "You can say something if you have something."

Carol turned and leaned against the railing, facing away from the night light of the city. "Niya commissioned me to sell her a house, and the rewards have been negotiated. But she still has a condition."

"I don't participate in the real estate business." Caroline shook her head... It was too much trouble, and it didn't help, she didn't have a reason to help.

At this moment, Carlo said with a smile: "I really don't plan to participate? Even if the property is sold, can you get 10% of the wealth?"

Caroline’s heart glimpsed.

Carlo explained: "Niya really entrusted me, but also commissioned you as her agent."

Said, Carlo sneered, "this woman, obviously did not trust me."

Thinking of Carlo's performance in the ward, Caroline followed with a sneer: "I will believe you are strange, really disgusting."

"Look at the money." Carlo shrugged: "If she is willing to give me money, even if I let her kiss her feet right away. And you, have always insisted on visiting the hospital to visit Niya, is it also? Not with a purpose?"

Caroline Yao Yaotou, she did not want to talk too much with this man. Niya is willing to give herself a 10% after the sale, telling the truth, she is amazed.

This... Is it the time to visit the rewards?

Perhaps, as the old man said, from the very beginning, she had hoped for something - because she knew that Niya had no children and relatives.

Only later, the kind of mind became unconscious, and when it disappeared, even Caroline couldn’t say it.

"Is that all? If nothing happens, I will leave." Caroline turned directly... Maybe she should wait for Niya to wake up and talk to her about this.

Niya sleeps very shallow, and the disease has been afflicting her, so Caroline thinks she won't wait too long.

"One is too little, but if it becomes 50%, how?" The voice of Carlo came from behind, full of an unprecedented charm.

Caroline subconsciously looked back, only to see the old man biting the half of the cigarette, and put his hands in his trouser pocket, facing Caroline with a hateful smile.

This kind of smile is like bringing the person into the line, introducing himself to the first guest, and the pimp who completed the first business in life.

"what did you say?"

Carlo came to Caroline. "I see Niya's condition is too bad. Don't you think? She is not saved and will not be saved. Why do we waste our wealth? Expensive surgery? And still do an operation that is not effective? You say, instead of investing money in the hospital, why not invest in me and your pocket?"

Every time Carol said, Caroline’s breath couldn’t help but rush.

Carlo suddenly reached out and picked up Caroline's chin. "With this money, you and my life will become more beautiful, isn't it? And what you and I need to do is just weave a beautiful lie. Just know. A house in the West End can be sold at a price you can't imagine. But if you sleep a few hundred men, you won't necessarily earn the wealth."

"Scum!"

Caroline hit **** Carlo's face and left in anger.

Carlo was not angry, but raised the tone behind Caroline: "Think carefully, as long as you nod, you will get a fortune. Niya can't live, it's worth not worth it. ?"

......

The houses in the West District can indeed sell for a high price. Carolyn doesn't even know how Niya earned money and bought such a house.

Surgery... really don’t return to Niya? The doctor did say that Niya's situation is very bad. Surgery is only the last stroke. The chances of success are not high. It is more likely to accelerate death - or death during surgery.

Why should I entrust me?

It seems that I also noticed Carlo's false feelings, so I don't feel relieved... After all, Niya is already a dead person, doubtful, and no one can believe it. It is also imaginable.

Is it... I am not afraid that I will...

A house in the West End, how much money can you sell?

No matter how much it can sell, it is not a luxury villa. It is impossible to compare with the wealth of her huge bank card...

But before I figured out the situation, this wealth could not be used indiscriminately.

Thinking about it, Caroline didn't know when she came to Niya's ward and reached for the lock. When she was about to push it away, she was in vain.

Hand... It seems that I don't want to push this door open.

She felt like she had a pair of eyes behind her in the back... it was Carlo's eyes. Caroline suddenly turned around, but there was nothing behind him, only the walls of the gray hospital corridor.

Suddenly there was a crying sound on the right side. A woman was kneeling on the moving bed and wept and refused to come down... The bed sheets of the bed had covered the face of the lying man, and Caroline knew what it meant.

She remembered, this is the moving bed that had run over her not long ago.

"Sorry, the surgery failed." The doctor seems to be able to say something pale and useless.

It seems that many years ago, she also heard this sentence... Her father was in the middle of the gang's fight.

death……

Caroline was pale and felt a little difficult to breathe. Her hand suddenly loosened the lock on the door, and it was powerless. She held the wall of the corridor and wanted to stay away from it.

Whether it is Niya, the crying woman in front, or the Carlo who is still smoking on the overhead floor, not leaving.

......

......

After the VIP room was still for a while, Song Xiaoran heard the footsteps again – walking towards the door.

Hey, the sound of opening the door.

An old man with white hair and a look that looks awkward...about sixty years old.

The old man was obviously very frightened. Perhaps he had already seen Song’s scene of cutting the throat of the gangster, so he was shocked... but apparently because the gangster was killed, the old man gave birth to the courage to show up.

"You... are you really a rescuer?" The old man has great doubts besides panic.

Song Xiaoran said indifferently: "Don't say this first, there is a bomb installed here, I will take you away as soon as possible."

"Bomb!" the old man exclaimed.

"It is very dangerous to completely destroy this place." Song Xiaoran nodded. "Don't say it, I will take you to the exit. You will leave first. I will find the remote control for the bomb."

Song Xiaoran quickly glanced at the old man, but he was searching for his own memory... His memory has been very good, especially after getting the sun **** badge, there seems to be a trend toward memory masters.

So he wrote down the information of many important figures in this country, their appearance, the origin... As for this old man, he is also among the materials he remembers.

Ferranci, the National Research Institute, a Ph.D. in the aerospace field...is also one of the only remaining researchers under the rocket launch of the country a long time ago.

How did the old man have such a good mood to come to this place to listen to the concert?

And still in the VIP room...

(End of this chapter)