Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 928: Chapter 172: Verdant Zi Jin

Song Tianyou appeared anxious, constantly staying at the scene of the accident.

They did not call the police because the manpower the Song Family could mobilize was better than the local police force.

Uncle Wu held a black umbrella, standing beside Song Tianyou, while the weather had actually turned a bit cooler, since a light rain had fallen around noon.

Uncle Wu also continuously held a walkie-talkie, staying in contact with the rescue team.

“Master, they have found the wreckage of Miss’s sports car at the bottom of the mountain, but no bodies were discovered.” Uncle Wu said with some relief, “This means Miss is likely unharmed, and the fog has cleared quite a bit, so they should be found soon, don’t worry.”

Song Tianyou nodded.

In addition to the Song Family members, Song Haoran and Mr. Blind also went down, while the Song Big Three Brothers did not leave, instead staying guard nearby.

Since the assassination attempt on Song Ying might just be a precursor, as the true decision-maker in the Song Family, Song Tianyou might also be in danger, and they had to consider this possibility.

Nearby, the Song Family’s guards had already been conducting checks, ensuring no spots for potential ambushes were overlooked, guaranteeing foolproof security.

“Maybe I acted too hastily.” Song Tianyou suddenly sighed.

The voice was quiet, but not inaudible to the sharp-eared Song Big Three. However, the words puzzled them.

Uncle Wu vaguely guessed some things because last night, Song Tianyou had quietly called Song Ying into his room to chat for a while.

Afterwards, Miss Ying emerged, appearing deeply troubled.

At this moment, Uncle Wu’s phone suddenly rang. After listening for a while, his expression became severe, “Yes, I understand. Follow that lead.”

“Fifth Elder, what’s happening?” Song Tianyou turned to ask.

Uncle Wu said solemnly, “After the incident, I started an investigation to find out who placed the bomb in the miss’s sports car.”

“Have they been found?” Song Tianyou’s gaze turned cold instantly.

Uncle Wu said, “After investigation, we identified the last possible suspect to plant the bomb as the mechanic responsible for maintaining the sports cars. During Miss’s stay in the hospital, this mechanic visited once.”

“Where are they now?”

Uncle Wu said, “We can’t find them. The whole family has moved out without telling anyone where they went. A neighbor mentioned seeing them leave hurriedly in the middle of the night.”

Song Tianyou snorted, “Who recommended this mechanic to us? How did you vet the staff?”

Uncle Wu smiled bitterly, “Master, this mechanic has been servicing our cars since the eldest young master’s time. He’s been with us for nearly ten years and got quite familiar with the family’s guards…we were negligent.”

“Ten years?” Song Tianyou squinted his eyes, then sneered, “Well, a hidden pawn for ten years, it seems someone has had their eyes on our Song Family for a while…very good!”

At this moment, the walkie-talkie sounded.

Uncle Wu said joyfully, “Master, Haoran says they found some traces, likely left by Miss and Young Master Qiu. They should be found soon.”

Song Tianyou nodded, now more concerned about the safety of his two grandchildren, while the black hand behind the scenes had to be dealt with later.

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“Girlfriend?”

Song Ying opened her mouth, feeling immensely surprised. She frowned, looking Luo Qiu up and down, and scoffed, “Someone like you, having a girlfriend? Good heavens! What kind of woman can tolerate you? She must be a heroine!”

“I do have a somewhat difficult personality,” Luo Qiu said calmly, “so I’m truly grateful to have met the girlfriend I have now.”

This left Song Ying speechless, but she quickly became frustrated, regretting her earlier words.

Was her head caught in a door?

—What if Grandpa insists on marrying me to you?

Recalling the words she uttered herself, Song Ying blushed deeply, feeling utterly embarrassed.

Why didn’t I stop myself from saying that…?

“Don’t take it seriously,” Song Ying said casually, “I was just hypothesizing a scenario to see if you’d truly refuse. Seems you really have no intention of staying. Forget what I said last night and just now, will you?”

Luo Qiu nodded, “I also think pretending I didn’t hear it is a good idea. Don’t worry, I’ll forget it.”

“…Even someone like you has a girlfriend! God must be blind!” Song Ying cursed, “You’re destined to be single!”

Luo Qiu merely smiled slightly and did not retort, instead standing up and saying, “I’ll check on the fire outside. You continue resting.”

Watching Luo Qiu leave, Song Ying, for some reason, felt that his departing figure seemed somewhat lonely, muttering, “Was I too harsh… Ah! So annoying, why is he so good-tempered, at least lose your temper once, jerk! Why am I the bad guy here?”

Song Ying sighed again, her eyelids grew heavy, and eventually, sleepiness overcame her, her consciousness blurred.

“But…he appeared just in time, otherwise…so annoying…acting like a prince…” she murmured as she fell asleep.

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The fire outside the house was not randomly built but carefully made using a small technique. In reality, using damped fire was best, generating more thick smoke.

Luo Qiu held a branch clogged with dead leaves in his hand, occasionally patting it against the fire, producing a heavy cloud of smoke.

With no wind, the smoke rose straight up.

Luo Qiu glanced back at the house, knowing Song Ying was already asleep. He suddenly missed You Ye, so he snapped his fingers.

Then a figure appeared beside Luo Qiu. This was an image projected by You Ye and not her physical presence.

You Ye slowly opened her eyes. She should be in the club, either sitting quietly or cleaning…mostly those activities.

“Master, is there something you need?” The maid reached Luo Qiu’s side and asked him softly.

“There’s nothing really,” Luo Qiu smiled, still rhythmically shaking the branch, “I just suddenly wanted to see you, so I called you over. Is that not allowed?”

“At any time, as long as it is the Lord’s call, You Ye will respond.” The maid smiled slightly, then lifted her long skirt and sat down, “Did you enjoy the holiday?”

“Quite good.” Luo Qiu nodded, suddenly saying, “Next week, I’ll accompany the Song Family back to Hua Country; you should transfer the club near Mount Tai at that time.”

“Alright.” You Ye quickly nodded.

“How’s business?” Luo Qiu continued to ask.

You Ye said, “Actually, while the Lord was on vacation, there has been almost no business in the club. However, Tai Yinzi’s game world has been upgraded once. Currently, the number of players born into this game world is approximately ten thousand.”

“Already so many… Will there be any problems?” Luo Qiu curiously asked.

You Ye shook her head and said, “No problems for now, because these people are scattered around the world. With the current population size, it hasn’t attracted any attention. Of course, more might be problematic, so I plan to keep the number at around twenty thousand; people can come and go.”

As for leaving the game world, naturally, they become the club’s possessions.

“You handle this part.” Luo Qiu nodded, “If we have time, let’s go in and play.”

“Alright.” You Ye also nodded, seemingly anticipating the next game entry. Her lips always held a faint smile, and she continued, “As for the club’s clients, I’ve mostly rejected them.”

“Rejected?” Luo Qiu was taken aback, blinking his eyes.

You Ye said, “Yes, as long as we set up something outside the club’s door that makes wandering customers suddenly come to their senses and leave.”

“I never thought of such a way to refuse customers,” Luo Qiu had never considered this method to reject customers.

However, having the ability to reject customers is not a long-term plan—without business, the club owner’s time will continuously be consumed.

Furthermore, Luo Qiu didn’t believe the altar would always default to such client rejection behavior—unless there was a supporting reason for this, one that the mysterious will representing the altar could accept?

“What’s the reason?” Luo Qiu recognized this point and asked directly.

You Ye said, “It’s to cultivate Bucky… This part of the guided customers will be transferred to Bucky because those with confusion in their hearts are easily swayed. And the miracles performed repeatedly bring more followers. As long as there are many followers, Bucky will have more resources on hand. He is infinitely greedy, but he is unaware of this.”

Luo Qiu nodded… If abandoning some scattered clients were to cultivate a larger client, perhaps the mysterious will of the altar would be willing to turn a blind eye.

Luo Qiu suddenly stretched lazily, glanced at You Ye, thought for a moment, and reached out.

Not far from the tree, a fresh leaf directly flew into his palm. Luo Qiu picked up this leaf, placed it on his lips, and said softly, “My father taught me to blow leaves when I was a child, there’s a tune, let me play it for you.”

The maid tilted her head, letting her long hair fall naturally, her eyes gleaming.

The vast green grass, the wind brushing the leaf sounds, it played a tune of “Farewell.”

Inside the wooden house, Gan Hong’s slightly tense painful expression slowly relaxed, and Song Ying’s furrowed brows also gradually smoothed…

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After some unknown time, Luo Qiu finally released the leaf from his lips, saying softly, “That’s about enough.”

You Ye looked ahead… someone found their way to this place.

Perhaps they found it through ability, or perhaps they were attracted by the leaf’s sound.

You Ye nodded, “Then, Lord, I shall return… Can I keep this leaf?”

Luo Qiu smiled slightly, the leaf disappeared from his palm in an instant. The maid’s face showed a hint of happiness—she was a projection here, her real self was still in the club. Her real self already saw a leaf placed right in front of her.

“Here! Young Master!”

Suddenly a voice shouted.

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When Song Haoran hurriedly arrived here, he saw Luo Qiu sitting beside the firewood. Behind him was a simple wooden house.

This team also included Mr. Blind.

Song Haoran hurriedly questioned Luo Qiu about the situation, while Mr. Blind lightly frowned, seemingly focused on listening.

“Song Ying is alright, but Gan Hong is seriously injured.”

Upon hearing Luo Qiu’s words, Song Haoran quickly entered the wooden house. At this moment, the newly awakened Song Ying immediately saw her uncle, Song Haoran, and couldn’t help but reveal a childlike grievance.

Song Haoran embraced her, whispering comforting words.

Not long after, by using positioning, a helicopter arrived above the wooden house. Gan Hong was carefully sent up, and hurriedly headed to the village.

Indeed, it was the village—because the village had more complete medical facilities. Mr. Blind mentioned that Gan Hong’s injuries were severe, risking lifelong paralysis, thus needing careful treatment.

However, after sending Gan Hong away, Mr. Blind already used special methods to temporarily reconnect Gan Hong’s broken spine; with proper treatment, returning to the Origin wasn’t a particularly difficult matter.

When Song Tianyou saw Song Ying and Luo Qiu return safely, his face finally showed a slight smile… For Old Master Song, money could be forsaken, power could be forsaken, but people could not be forsaken.

The following matters became simpler: it was about sending people back to the Han Residence.

Mr. Blind was now sitting with Song Tianyou in a bulletproof Bentley trailer. Mr. Blind suddenly sighed, “Worthy of a Supreme Noble, being unharmed in such a dire situation, along with Miss Ying and Gan Hong, also escaped.”

Old Master Song also gave a long sigh, “Yes… the exploding sports car falling off the cliff, such a high place, they survived safe and sound, what could be more miraculous than this? I’ve heard that since last night, our Song Family’s industries have been reporting good news; not only have the stock prices soared, but we’ve also been discovering oil and gold mines one after another.”

“The Supreme One must be favored by Heaven and Earth.” Mr. Blind suddenly said, “Old Master Song, after returning home, could I ask Young Master Qiu for a favor?”

Song Tianyou became quite curious—because, in his understanding, Mr. Blind was almost omnipotent… What matter could require assistance from someone else?

“Mr. Blind, how may I assist?” Song Tianyou asked cautiously.

Mr. Blind said solemnly, “I wish to ask him to help me find something. Given Young Master Qiu’s status as a Supreme Noble, perhaps that thing would be joyful to come to his side…”

“A thing?” Song Tianyou was slightly taken aback.

Mr. Blind pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, “One of the Nine Dragon Veins of the Divine Land… the Soaring Dragon Vein.”