Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 809 (1)

Hanshe.

It is really a Chinese-style courtyard building named Hanshe. It was only outside the courtyard that a high wall was built and surrounded it.

Otherwise, if the humble house is completely exposed, it seems to be incompatible with the architectural style of this ancient city... this beautiful harbor city, Cartagena.

In the humble house, not only the outside is completely in accordance with the practice of the old capital city yard, even the interior decoration is antique.

At this time, a red sports car parked in front of the tall wall outside the hut, waiting for the door to open, and slowly entered the humble.

A slender figure, dressed in a black short coat, hair dyed purple, about 22 or 3 years old girl from the sports car.

The name of the Hanshe porch is named ‘Longtang’. At this time, a 40-year-old middle-aged man slowly walked out of the Longtang. His hand was followed by two women in their 30s who were dressed in maids.

"Miss Sakura, welcome back."

"Five uncles, grandfather?" The girl named Miss Sakura handed the car key to the hand of one of the maids behind Wu, and went straight into the dragon hall.

"Master is now in the kitchen." Wu Shu replied.

Miss Sakura suddenly stopped her steps and said, "He didn't come out of the village. Why don't you take a break and go to the kitchen in the humble house?"

Wu Shu smiled and said: "This is the case. When the master was in the village, he foamed the best dry abalone. He brought it out all the way. Now he has to prepare other materials for cooking. He wants to make a pot of Buddha jump wall, please use of."

"Welcome?" Miss Sakura groaned. "Who is so big? The grandfather has not cooked himself for a long time. This time, I actually made a super troublesome dish like a Buddha jump wall? Is it a 'fire king' or a president?"

"I heard that it is a young man." Wu Shu also showed an incomprehensible expression. "It seems that the young master brought it back. He has just got off the plane. It is estimated that there is an hour's drive to the humble home."

"Hey, come back?" Miss Sakura blinked. "He is not going to Brazil. Is the work done?"

"It should be no problem." Wu Shu smiled and said: "What can I do if the young master personally shot it? Miss Sakura, can I prepare hot water for you?"

Miss Sakura shook her head, then put her hand behind her waist, and took out a pistol with a big palm and handed it to the hands of Wushu. "I don't need it now. I went to the kitchen to have a look at my grandfather. I haven't seen it for a few months. ”

When Miss Sakura came to the kitchen, she found several servants standing outside the kitchen. She came to the door and curiously asked, "What are you doing here?"

A servant quickly said: "Miss Sakura, the lord told us not to go in. He only left four uncles inside, saying that he should try his best to help himself."

Four uncles are the chefs of the Hanshe, and Wushu is a brother, and the Song family has been serving for dozens of years. At this time, Miss Sakura was even more surprised.

She has never seen her grandfather so much value a guest, not only to get the most troublesome dishes, but also just to leave a seven uncle to help.

Miss Sakura frowned and entered the kitchen.

"Ah, is the sea cucumber already cooked?"

"Already ready, lord."

"Well, let me come here, I will wait."

In front of the table, Song Yuyou, who was whitish, was tied with an apron. He was cutting through the bamboo shoots and looked at it seriously. It seemed that no one had quietly walked in.

Miss Sakura made a ban on the four uncles, letting people take the prepared sea cucumber from his hand and walked behind Song Tianyou.

Song Tianyou saw a pair of white hands quietly putting the utensils down, then shrinking back, and then continued to cut the dried bamboo shoots on the cutting board.

Miss Sakura blinked her eyes... This grandfather is completely planning to put a PLAY on himself... It’s clearly noticed, ok?

She quietly reached out and moved to the side of Song Tianyou, who had already handled the tricks. But I haven't touched it yet. Song Tianyou waved his hand quickly and knocked it on the back of Miss Sakura's hand with a kitchen knife.

"Grandpa! You want to marry me!" Miss Sakura ate.

"Who told you to steal?" Song Tianyou pretended to knock on Ms. Sakura's forehead: "Ghost spirit, when did you come back?"

"Just." Miss Sakura was still smashing a trick and quickly put it in the mouth. "Isn't that going to be a New Year? So I am busy with the checkout, then I collect the foreign debt. I heard that you are here, I will catch up." came back."

“Is things going well?” Song Tianyou put down the kitchen knife and began to wipe his hands while walking to the stove next to him.

This kind of stove that is common in the old rural areas, burns the firewood, and the firepower is fierce. There is a steamer on the cauldron, steam erupting, and the fragrance is four.

"Reassure your grandfather, this year everyone's business has done a good job, there is no credit." Miss Sakura smiled and said: "There are several bosses who even paid off their accounts last year. They also said that they are very grateful to you, saying When can I meet you?"

"You don't have to meet up, let them not give me anything." Song Tianyou burned the fire: "Everyone is a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, he lives in a foreign country, it is not easy, can help, help, and make a blessing." ”

"Well...but if everyone is like this, then isn't it becoming dependent?" Miss Sakura shook her head.

"There are words from our ancestors, and Shien is not expected to report." Song Tianyou stood up. "Moreover, if people are in their hometown, if they don't help each other, there will be no one to help us."

"Well... you can understand, but you can't do it for a while." Miss Sakura shrugged.

Song Tianyou said with a smile: "What can you do?"

Miss Sakura’s eyes turned, and she suddenly held Song Tianyou’s arm, and spoiled her words: “Of course, I can eat the Buddha’s wall that you made with your grandfather!”

Song Tianyou took the forehead of Miss Sakura, and laughed: "This Buddha jump wall is not for you, you have already eaten."

Miss Sakura Nunu said: "Is that ten-year-old eaten? How many years ago... Grandpa!"

"The elders' Buddha jumps the wall, the Song family, it is enough to eat a meal in a lifetime." Song Tianyou suddenly whispered. "When you were ten years old, I personally gave him a meal. When you were ten years old, I personally gave it. You made a meal. Now... it should be his turn."

"he?"

"You will know when you meet you." Song Tianyou smiled and said: "Well, don't stand up. Since you are here, help me and pick those dishes for me."

"Ah? Don't you... I am going to take a shower~"

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"Women?"

The car slowly passed through the streets that preserved a large number of ancient buildings. While Luo Qiu was quite interesting to look at, Song Songran was explaining some things.

The car should have been specially bulletproof, and the front and rear seats are separated. The back seat conversation will not be heard by the front seat, and the privacy is not bad.

"It’s my sister’s orphan.” Song sighed and sighed: "My father was married to my mother when he was middle-aged. He gave birth to me. Before that, there was a wife. But my sister and brother-in-law have been fifteen years old. Before the death of an accident, I left Song Ying, who was only eight years old at the time. Oh... yes, my brother-in-law is envious. So Song Ying followed his surname."

"Would you like to meet?" Luo Qiu nodded.

"That is of course." Song Ruran naturally said: "We are young, now count you, it will be three, sooner or later you have to know. And, after Song Ying graduated, I began to take care of us in Cartagena. The business is doing well, sometimes it is not calm enough. Your age is almost the same, or you are a peer, so get close."

Luo boss is not allowed.

“There are also Chinatowns here?”

When the car drove through a street, Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

"Well, this is what the old man helped build." Song Xiaoran smiled and said: "Daddy is still the honorary president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce here. He said, seeing people who are outside doing business are being bullied by foreigners, so they I built this street. It is also called Chinatown. It is called 'China Street'."

"Can I get off?" Luo Qiu suddenly said.

"This is no problem." Song Xiaoran shrugged, and asked why, directly let O'Neill stop the car at the entrance of 'Chinatown'. "You are waiting here, I will go with Luo Qiu."

"OK!" O'Neill nodded and saw the two walked into the "Chinese Street."

At this point, Lluvia was looking like a brow, and O'Neill curiously asked, "What?"

Lluvia said: "Is there a feeling of this street... seems to be a bit deserted?"

O'Neill stunned and looked up. "Say, I remember there seems to be a shop selling Chinese dim sum. It tastes good...I don't seem to open the door today?"

Lluvia looked over, the door that O'Neill said was closed, and some garbage was accumulated in front of the door... It seems that there has been a period of time when the door has not been opened for business.

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"There are quite a lot of people here."

Relatively speaking, there are more places in the Chinese, and of course, there may be some faces of the East, but the source is from several other Asian countries.

However, for Luo Qiu, there is some feeling of returning to China - at least the signs that are seen are mostly Chinese characters.

"Today is Saturday, relatively speaking, there are still many people." Song Yanran looked around. "I haven't been to this street for a long time. I feel that I haven't had many people before."

"The reason why the physical business is not good enough now." Luo Qiu said with a mouthful.

"Why, do you want to buy something or just want to take a walk and visit?" Song Yuran suddenly asked.

Luo Qiu looked at Song Yuran. "I am going to buy some fruit."

"buy fruits?"

Luo Qiu nodded. "Is it strange? If you visit the elders, what should you buy? Does Song Laozi not like to eat fruit?"

“Ha ha ha ha!” Song Xiaoran suddenly laughed. “Buy fruit... buy fruit. Not surprising, not strange! Fruit is good, old man is very good at eating, especially persimmon! Come, I remember there is a fruit in front. Shop, the fruit sold is the best in the whole street! I will take you there!"

Under the lead of Song Ruran, the two soon came to the front of a fruit stall in the middle of the street. A young man in his twenties is playing a cell phone in front of him.

"Is the boss here?" Song Ruran said hello in front of the mouth. The young man seemed to be ignorant. Song did not mind, and shouted: "Is the boss in the office?"

"Who are you?" The young man reacted and looked up. "Our boss is not there. What are you looking for?"

"Nothing, old friend, just talk to him." Song Xiaoran shrugged. "If you are not there, we will buy something casually... Do you have persimmons here?"

"No, some are here, you can see it yourself." The young man looked down at the phone again, absent-minded.

Song Yanran looked at the store and glanced at Luo Qiu, then picked up an apple. "But I want to buy persimmon."

"There is no way. The persimmon is not easy to save, and there are fewer people to buy. We have not purchased it for a long time." The young man pointed to the front: "There is a new supermarket in front, everything is there, you have to buy it. Where to buy it. But if you don't want to go in the past, you can look at it here. If you look at what you call, all half price."

"All half price? So good?" Song Yiran.

"Sell at a loss, here is going to be closed, so clear the field." The young man looked helpless.

Song Xiaoran nodded and said: "Complete? Why, I remember that the owner of this fruit stall has been open for more than ten years. The business has been good... It is he who made the money, and intends to enjoy the blessing?"

"Enjoy the Qingfu? Next life?" The young man shook his head. "He, this month's salary can't afford to give it to me. Now I am still washing the dishes in the restaurant in front!"

"This is not right. What happened in the end?" Song Yuran wondered: "Is the business of the tour boss so bad? Also, I remember that the store next year should be the owner of the tour? How can I change to a ready-to-wear store now?"

The young man sighed: "Last year, you didn't know. From the first half of this year, the rent of this street has risen several times! Then I opened a new big supermarket, everything inside. Yes, it is cheaper than ours, and the guests are robbed. The boss can't afford to rent, but he can only narrow the storefront, but persisted for half a year, the business is getting worse and worse, now it is losing money."

"This is impossible." Song Yanran frowned. "I remember that the Chamber of Commerce in China Street has regulations. The rent here will rise once in five years, and it will rise according to the minimum standard. The increase must not exceed 5%. ""

"I have already changed it!" The young man said, he looked around and then lowered his voice: "The Chamber of Commerce changed a person and changed everything. I told you that the newly opened supermarket. The boss behind, or the support of this person behind the scene, the purpose is to force us away!"

"Forcing you away? What does this mean?"

“You don’t understand this?” the young man shrugged. “I heard that I plan to work with the government to plan a new project. So I want to drive us away. If we don’t go, then rent, open the supermarket. Grab our business. If we can't hold it, we can only listen to it and accept it. In the past few months, many of them have been closed. After two days, we are also closed here."

Song Haoran nodded. "Well... the things here are good, I will come back."

Said, Song Haoran patted Luo Qiu's shoulder and walked away from the fruit stall.

Luo Qiu did not see the expression of unhappiness from Song Yanran's face, but he smiled and gave him a dangerous feeling. He suddenly looked at Luo Qiu: "You guess where I want to go now?"

"Commercial Chamber." Luo Qiu thought.

Song Xiaoran smiled and said: "Why not go to the supermarket to have a look?"

"The Chamber of Commerce is not closer to the answer." Luo Qiu asked.

Song Yanran looked at the time and nodded. "There is still some time, let's go."

(End of this chapter)