Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 838 ‘Devil’ Trading (3)

Although Baki is very resistant to the act of credit, because it will make him feel the pressure to work, but the power of faith can be produced endlessly, so Baki does not feel too Sadness.

Generally speaking, a fanatical believer like Mr. Besson, in three days, can produce the power of a unit of faith, and the next level of believers of Mr. Besson, about eight to ten. The time of day can produce the power of faith in a unit.

And a unit needs to be done on the same believer. It is impossible for several believers to 'make together', so in theory, even if it is a fanatical believer like Mr. Besson, the power of faith that can be produced in his life is also There is a threshold.

So to get more units of faith, either to develop more believers, or to turn ordinary believers into loyal followers.

I heard that on the fanatics like Mr. Besson, there is also a believer who can provide multiple units a day, and these people are called prayers by the gods. The prayers are generally living in the gods of the gods.

Uh... Of course, Baki is a very pragmatic person, so the prayer is too far away for him, and he does not know how to create a prayer.

In fact, now that he is full of counts, he is more than 80 believers. The whole church is now in the early stage of the development of the mysterious career.

First set a small goal, say a thousand believers.

"That... If I want to buy something later, how can I find you?" Baki knew that the super-assistance of the maidservant could not be saved, so she began to plan for the future.

When he was contracting him, he even gave him the ability to call Lucifer. Thinking so, this club will not be more embarrassing than Lucifer.

The maidservant smiled at this moment. "This is where my master puts me before taking a vacation. When I wait for the same time, let me hand it over to you. It is time."

Say, Yuki sent a black card to Bucky's hand. Bucky looked at it curiously, but couldn't see what was special about it, except that there was a special golden mark on it.

I only heard the maidservant said indifferently: "This is a nine-fold card. When you need it, it will guide you to our store and enjoy a 10% discount within five transactions."

Baki nodded and then curiously asked, "Why is it five times?"

The maidservant squinted and said: "Because there are ten nine-fold cards, one hundred and ten-fold cards, or five times eight-fold cards, ten times eight-fold cards... even the highest level of eternal six-fold card As for what kind of black card you can finally get, it depends on your own efforts. The more generous customers, the more customers we work with for a long time, of course, the more benefits we get, the business law is not ?"

Eternal six-fold card!

Baki didn't think so much, just simply did an arithmetic problem in his heart - he owed the power of the two hundred units of the club, if you have this eternal six-fold card on hand, that is, just give One hundred and twenty units is enough!

Bucky couldn't help but breathe a bit, then nervously asked: "Is anyone really getting an eternal six-fold card?"

The maidservant said indifferently: "Of course, and it is still your predecessor."

"Predecessors... Who?" Baki stunned.

However, after the maidservant showed a nice smile, she disappeared from the front of Baki. As she said, the work for Baki’s counseling has been completed, and she will not give Baki any compensation. s help.

......

When the conversation with the maidservant was over, Baki walked back along the road. Far away, Baki saw his most loyal and lovely believer, Mr. Besson.

As the first servant to take care of the daily diet of God's messenger, Mr. Besson is very dedicated.

Spit the spit on the palm of his hand, smashed two and smeared it on his own hair. Baki sorted out his appearance on the mirror of a car, and finally put on the carnival mask.

Bucky took his hands out of the back of the car and made a low cough. "Besson, my servant, can now leave."

"The messenger!" Mr. Besson quickly came to the front of Baki, and he said with a smile: "Just a lovely believer told me that he is willing to bring his family to you and listen to the messenger. Pass the gospel."

"Oh, is it? I will see you when I have the chance." Bucky nodded casually.

Now, with the help of the maid's lady, Baki feels that his basics are safe, and naturally he is not in a hurry - how can he be a vulgar as a noble messenger of God?

"Okay, I will tell him truthfully." Mr. Besson nodded. "Let his beautiful daughter and his wife wait, the messenger is really tired."

Bucky coughed again and coughed twice. He said: "I feel that it is not appropriate for the future believers who want to hear the gospel to wait. So, if you let those who are free, come over and see you tomorrow. ”

"Envoy, you are a benevolence!" Mr. Besson praised: "I must inform him of his arrival as soon as possible."

Bucky nodded, and at the end added a sentence, "And his daughter and wife, I will not let go..."

"Hmm?" Mr. Besson glimpsed.

Baki’s face is not red and does not jump: “I mean, I will not let go of any opportunity to spread my lord’s glory.”

In another praise of Mr. Besson, Baki sat happily in the car and slowly left the underground parking lot of the hospital.

At this point, Mr. Besson’s phone suddenly rang again. “It must be the good news brought by the believers! Messenger, can I take a call?”

Bucky waved his hand - this guy is good, but every time he has to do something to report himself, there is some ink. Baki quietly yawned and felt hungry.

Recently, he has felt that he is particularly hungry - he wants to eat meat whenever he is hungry, especially the kind of steak that is cooked in three.

Baki never knew that this kind of mixed-water, half-baked steak could be so delicious... Next time, would you like to let the chef try to make a more delicious taste?

"The messenger! Another good news!" Mr. Besson turned his head and looked at the color of surprise. "Sure enough, under the guidance of my Lord, more and more elites will join us."

"Oh, who is this wife this time... I said who is this time?" Baki asked curiously.

Mr. Besson said at this time: "This time is different from my previous friends. This time this is the real boss behind my company!"

Baki was a glimpse of this time, and from time to time, Mrs. Besson’s wife talked about the brilliance of human nature in an easy-to-understand manner. Baki also learned a lot about Mr. Besson from the side.

For example, how he made a fortune more than a decade ago, for example, what business he is doing now, for example, Mr. Besson’s own company is actually a subsidiary of a large group.

Mr. Besson is the president of such a small company. His friends are already people in the rich circle. If it is the big boss behind Mr. Besson, I don’t know the level of predators!

Buckyton has come to the interest. Once he can conquer the big boss behind Mr. Besson, it will have immeasurable benefits for his future development!

"Who is this person?"

Mr. Besson quickly said: "It is Mr. Saint-Fran!"

Saint Franco?

Baki’s glimpse, the name seems... I have never heard of it?

However, since this person is the big boss behind Besson, is there a huge amount of energy in the society? But Baki is not awkward at all - not just conquering a big mod of the Ministry of Defense!

"Oh, I know, when I am empty, you will bring him over and let me see you."

"The messenger, I will not let you down!" Mr. Besson solemnly nodded.

"Right, who is the wife who looks like, is it a smart woman?" Baki asked his own concern.

The car slowly left.

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Hanshe.

The humidity in the evening is a bit heavy, especially the ancient city on the seashore. Fortunately, it is summer, and this kind of cool breeze is obviously not uncomfortable.

Song Ying is still busy with the Song Dynasty group.

Strictly speaking, the Song family is big but not big. Because Song Tianyou was the reason for crossing the ocean in the past, the real Song family had only one of them, and the rest was only a few loyal servants.

Most of these old people also lost their losses during the years of hard work. Therefore, even if Song Tianyou later took root in the South American region and reorganized the Song family, it is still a thin situation for the Song family.

The Chinese have a tradition of Chinese people. Song Tianyou is a very traditional person. In many respects, he still maintains some old ideas. For example, the family biography does not pass on women, even though Song Ying has won the Song master with her excellence. This is convenient for many tolerances and changes, but there is still a long way to go before the real overthrow of the old man of Song.

She worked hard for it, even if she used the room as an office.

After eleven o'clock, the servant sent a nightingale and refreshing drink.

Song Ying put down the documents on hand and lifted the cup, but suddenly thought of something, then stopped and asked: "How did the guy learn? Does the etiquette teacher say anything?"

The age of the servant is actually not big, it is even smaller than Song Ying - in fact, it is also the person who came out after training in the village. The identity is the descendant of Gan Hong. It is a graduate who graduated two years later than Gan Hong. , the name Akiko, Japanese.

"That guy?" Akiko is a lively and energetic girl. At this time, her eyes are stunned and she asks me, "Which girl is Miss Sakura?"

Song Ying turned his eyes: "Want to die? How do you want to get it?"

Yajiko giggled, not very old, but very predictable. When she smiled, her chest was shaking and she was not ashamed. She fingered her hair and whispered: "Qiu Shaoye completed early. With the guidance of the etiquette teacher, it should be almost rest now."

Song Yingyi stunned and frowned. "Is it done early? Is there no water?"

Yajiko said: "Miss, this ceremonial teacher is an old-fashioned teacher. You don't know it. Even if we want to give water to Qiu Shaoye, Teacher Clarke can't release water."

Song Ying shook his head, "How to say."

Akiko’s face is weird: “Mr. Klar said, this young Qiu does not need to learn any etiquette. Others just sit here, it is already a model of etiquette – specifically what I say no Clearly, in short, after Mr. Clarke entered, it didn't take long for him to come out, and he swears that Miss you have a meal and asks if you deliberately pasted him."

“Is it so good?” Song Ying frowned and said to himself: “Clar is a ceremonial teacher of many ancient descendants of the nobles. It can be said to be an encyclopedia of etiquette, and it has given such a high evaluation... ... Did he grow up in an ordinary family?"

At this time, Yajizi held a sigh: "Hey, I said Miss, do you feel that this young Qiu is too incredible?"

Song Ying looked at Akiko.

Yajiko did not seem to pay attention to the change of Song Ying's look, but looked at the ceiling in a dull way: "You say, the big and the young will also have a lying task, just smashing the individual back, it is actually the old search for For decades, my loved ones are too coincidental?"

Song Ying was cold and asked: "What do you want to say? Is it that I have a problem with this?"

Yajiko shook his head: "I certainly don't doubt the big and the young, but this inexplicable Qiu Shaoye is hard to say. Anyway, with the current technology, it is quite easy to forge a **** determination." ”

Song Ying shook her head, although when she said this in Yaji, her heart was also shaken.

It is easy for others to associate with the strange places of 'Qiu Shaoye', and it may even come to the wealth of the Song family. After all, Song Laojiao’s search for a relative is not a sound, but for decades, It is also impossible to say that there is no leaking wind.

If this is a fine scam.

Song Laojiao, her grandfather, really likes Luo Qiu... This Luoqiu is simply cultivated specially to please the love of Song Laozi.

"Akiko, help me to do something." Thinking, Song Ying changed his tone, and he said: "You must not let the five uncles know."

"Miss, you said." Akiko patted the chest.

Song Ying directly attached his ear to the ear of Yaji, and whispered: "I want you to go to China for the night, and I will say that you are helping me on a business trip. After you arrive in China, I will Give you the next step."

Yajiko nodded. "Then I will leave immediately."

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Also in the humble, just opposite Song Ying, Luo Qiu's room is placed on the west side of the room - the red room is next to Luo Qiu, and the room is the same.

In the words of the ancient times, Gan Hong is afraid to be defined as a pass room.

But at this time, Gan Hong was no longer there. She was told to go to rest early. Of course, Luo Qiu used a little means to let the girl who insisted on staying up late easily fell asleep.

"Yes, Bucky is already in orbit." Luo Qiu smiled slightly.

Of course, it is not talking to the air, but a stereo image on the table.

About thirty centimeters in height, this is the projection of the club's maid's lady in front of the boss - no matter which place looks so perfect, it is like a living hand-made exquisite, let people have a grasp The palm of your hand is fine to play.

"Baki has already conquered Orphee, and then his road will go a lot..." The maidservant is still carrying out her own work report.

Although the boss took a vacation, most of the permission was temporarily transferred to the maid's lady, but the maid's position has never changed her position. This kind of authority transfer seems to be more of a trivial share for the host. Things so that he can have a pleasant holiday only.

"Baki's thing, you can handle it. I am more curious about another thing." Luo Qiu squatted for a while and suddenly asked: "If you want to show miracles, there should be many ways. Why do you choose? What about Dr. Ferranci? I think at the last moment of his life, it must be dazzling."

I only heard the maidservant whispered: "Because it is so dazzling, so you want to keep it all the night, wait until the owner returns you, wait for your own eyes to see it. Time, you can brew fragrance, not the owner, you said Is it?"

Luo Qiu stunned, looking at the projection of the delicate maid's lady in front of her eyes, her fingers moving slightly, trying to touch the lips of this delicate projection.

A wonderful idea.

Luo Qiu took a deep breath... This suppressed emotion, this faint feeling that should have been born a few times earlier... is really wonderful.

"Wait for me to come back." He whispered.

(End of this chapter)