Trafford's Trading Club

641: Chapter 54: Hear 641: Chapter 54: Hear There’s something Da Zhe has started to admire about No.

18.

He discovered that she can stare motionlessly for over an hour.

As for whether No.

18 blinks or not, that’s unknown—if the so-called master requires such a long stare, possibly even much longer, then Da Zhe thinks the work of a Black soul envoy is definitely a tough job.

But speaking of which, this person named Zhu Maolin indeed seems like a workaholic, just as his subordinates imagine.

Such a person is probably the boss’s favorite general, right?

However, just because the company boss likes him doesn’t mean those below like him.

“No.

18, is this guest difficult to deal with?” Da Zhe couldn’t help but ask.

No.

18 merely turned her head slowly, glanced at Da Zhe, then continued watching Zhu Maolin, who was having a meeting overnight, without making a sound.

Da Zhe found himself a bit out of luck and began to look around.

To Da Zhe, No.

18 seemed completely mysterious…but for No.

18, she was merely puzzled over certain matters—the intention of this potential master that the new master approved.

In fact, rewinding back to when she was on her way to the club, the man before her was someone No.

18 did casually without thinking, merely passing by, feeling his Soul Power was decent, so she made a white card on a whim.

Zhu Maolin certainly can’t compare to the other masters she has been looking for—even though the other masters’ data cards were not made very seriously, it’s certain that more effort was made compared to the one done randomly for this man.

The new master surprisingly approved this seemingly ordinary master compared to the others…is it a warning about my work attitude?

On the other hand, having observed Zhu Maolin for some time, she felt a bit at a loss on how to begin.

Not because of insufficient capability; she, a Black soul envoy with extensive experience, has various methods to deal with ordinary people—the problem is having too many methods, not knowing which one is best to use.

She even told Da Zhe that Black soul envoys have their preferences—it is clear that Zhu Maolin is not her preferred type.

Or maybe…it’s because she needs to guide the new Black soul envoy Da Zhe, so the new master chose someone like Brother Zhe who seems easier to approach, purely as a tutorial?

Possibly, there’s a deeper meaning conveyed…does the new master not want Da Zhe to be influenced by my style, perhaps?

Complicating confusion is the most irrational thing—Black soul No.

18 is well aware of this.

However, this is no different, being made by the one who rules her.

The new master might have picked randomly, without much meaning…but what if there is?

Black soul envoys are naturally in awe of their master—a reverence they cannot control—for those who possess the club owner’s seat…to be more specific, for this seat itself.

No.

18 felt herself caught in a loop of thinking; rationality told her this might be a simple task, but intuition reminded her it wasn’t that simple.

She suddenly felt a pat on her shoulder, her body unexpectedly vaporized backward, reforming a meter away.

Da Zhe had his arm raised in the air, somewhat at a loss.

“What are you doing?” No.

18 asked coldly.

Da Zhe shook his head, “I just wanted to ask if you wanted a drink?”

He held two bottles of green tea, explaining, “Seeing you were so focused, I wandered off and bought these.”

“The Black Soul doesn’t need to eat.” No.

18 said calmly.

Da Zhe shrugged, “But still has taste, right?

Not eating…isn’t that a pity?

Okay…suit yourself, leaving it here, take it if you want.”

“Boring.” No.

18 flicked her sleeve, continuing to observe Zhu Maolin, “Also, don’t touch me randomly anymore.

I’ll let this go.

Next time, even Zhan Lu can’t protect you!”

Like a malicious warning, Da Zhe’s necklace of keys buzzed, appearing quite displeased with the provocation.

(Zhan Lu: Come on!

Let’s hurt each other!)

So, how long are you going to stare at him… Da Zhe leaned against the wall, yawning, glancing at Zhu Maolin who waved his pen in front of the projection screen, noticing the ring on his ring finger, murmuring, “This guy, doesn’t he call his wife just because he’s not home…”

…

…

“Let’s leave it at this.”

Around two in the morning, Zhu Maolin finally addressed all his employees, “The substitute actor is finalized.

Tboy, contact her first thing tomorrow, get her to the set by afternoon if possible.

I’ll prepare the script…thank you all, we’re done for today.”

The city at night is very quiet; some leave with weary figures, while a few return to their seats, pull out chairs, cover themselves with a coat, unwilling to move.

Zhu Maolin checked the time, then drove away.

He’s forgotten when it started, but he began enjoying such quiet nights; no worries about traffic jams on the road, no glaring sun.

The city seemed asleep before him.

But he was still thinking about the script for the scene reshoot the next day, having only a vague outline but lacking precise details.

Later, he parked outside a convenience store in front of a park.

Earlier, employees brought night snacks, but he hadn’t eaten, feeling hungry now, he settled it in the store.

He bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of coffee, returning to his car.

Smoking, his car audio played “Scarborough Fair.”

He slowly closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander, as if exiled to the Bayanbulak Grassland, where he was born.

Ding—!

The phone’s message alert pulled Zhu Maolin’s thoughts back from the vast grassland to the car in front of the park, he glanced at it.

Wife: Still working overtime?

Zhu Maolin: Not asleep?

Wife: Thirsty, got water, saw you’re not back.

Zhu Maolin: Mm.

There’s a reshoot tomorrow, still at the company, you rest first.

Wife: Mm.

Zhu Maolin: Goodnight.

Wife: Goodnight.

Zhu Maolin breathed out, the bitter coffee bringing him a bit of energy.

He opened his laptop, placed it on his lap, opened the document, and started writing the script in his heart.

——Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

——Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…

This was the only sound accompanying him.

…

…

Goodnight.

——Please find a plot for me

——Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

——Between ocean water and shore

This was also the only sound accompanying her to sleep…on this double bed.