Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 3884 Sister, you're so confused!

Chapter 3884 Sister, you're so confused!

—I want to be like Song Gao, I want to take it one step at a time and become the best…Emmmmm

As Song Haoran was about to enter to meet Princess Chuyang, a line suddenly popped into his head... He shivered, shook his head, and cleared his jumbled thoughts.

The Song Dynasty Hotel features many suites with different styles and themes, all emphasizing luxury. The room used to entertain Princess Chuyang is naturally decorated in an antique style.

Upon entering, you are greeted by an incredibly impressive screen.

Song Haoran stood outside the screen, and after making sure there were no outsiders in the room, he called out softly, "Princess, I heard you were looking for me?"

Princess Chuyang should be sitting on the bed right now... Only her blurry figure can be seen through the screen. "Song Haoran, you've been gone for so long, why haven't you brought back that Tiger Tally yet?"

Song Haoran was prepared. "Chida Hideo is the kind of guy who won't act until he sees a benefit. He won't hand over the goods easily until the promised benefits are delivered... However, the goods are already on their way, so please wait a few more days, Princess."

Princess Chuyang remained silent.

Song Haoran could only ask, "Has the princess experienced any discomfort these past few days?"

Princess Chuyang then spoke, “This place is indeed magical, causing all the power within me to fall silent… I am fine, you don’t need to worry. However, this environment is not suitable for cultivation… Song Haoran, do not forget to practice the cultivation technique I passed on to you.”

Song Haoran shrugged slightly, wondering how he had managed to get through the days before coming to Qilin City.

Princess Chuyang did indeed receive a divine skill as a "reward," but she clearly trained herself like a "suicide squad"... training to the point of death.

This is clearly not a story of a talented scholar and a beautiful woman.

"Princess, if there's nothing else... I'll take my leave now."

"Retreat." Princess [Chuyang] waved her hand gently.

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"Second Master, those women have been locked up for now. We can interrogate them once they wake up." Song Xiong had finished dealing with the situation and returned... He obviously wouldn't dare to mess around with women who knew Japanese seduction techniques—but he could cripple them and use them as rewards for the young people in the village who had made meritorious contributions.

The Song family had been developing their business overseas, mostly engaging in shady dealings, and many of the young people in the village participated in mercenary activities.

Young people are hot-tempered and prone to violence. The Song family was not a family of scholars, so the methods used to motivate young people were naturally as simple and convenient as possible.

“You won’t get any useful information.” Song Haoran shook his head. “Since Chida Hideo is willing to give them away, these women either don’t know anything or their memories have been erased. Don’t waste your time.”

“Hmm…” Song Xiong nodded.

During this time, Song Haoran has basically been spending his time eating and drinking with Chida Hideo in the satellite city. "Nothing has happened these past few days, has it?"

"Everything's calm and peaceful, just like always," Song Xiong said casually. "What problems could possibly arise in [Qilin City]?"

Song Haoran thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any news about the [Painter]?"

Song Xiong said with a bewildered expression, "...We haven't found the person yet. This assassin's agent is hiding too well."

Song Haoran frowned slightly. Last time, Song Ying was assassinated in a hotel, but luckily she escaped... The key figure in this was the assassin agent in the underworld, "The Painter".

Enraged, Song Ying offered 200 million to kill the "painter"—many people accepted the offer, but there has been no good news yet.

"Where's Sakura?"

"Miss is in her room on the roof... Gan Hong said she seems to be drinking alone in silence." Song Xiong thought for a moment and said, "Second Master, would you like to go and see Miss?"

“Sometimes, people just want to be alone on a deserted island.” Song Haoran sighed. “Have the kitchen prepare some hangover soup and keep it warm until she wakes up tomorrow. Oh, and have the kitchen stir-fry some noodles while you’re at it; she drank tonight and is hungry.”

"I'll have someone prepare it right away!"

Song Haoran's room was naturally extremely luxurious... The Song family had accumulated such enormous wealth over generations; if they didn't enjoy it, even his great-grandfather would be turning in his grave.

At a desk resembling a workstation, set up by four huge screens, Song Haoran ate fried noodles while opening his dark web account.

The fact that he hadn't been able to find the assassin's agent made Song Haoran suddenly think of someone... a dark web intelligence master whose fees were expensive but well worth the money.

But few people know that this intelligence master is actually just a visual kei girl who has only recently come of age.

In order to see the other party's true colors, Lao Song has already spent more than 100 million yuan on them.

The screen in the middle started up and a special visual chat box popped up... Then, a face wearing a face mask appeared in front of Lao Song's eyes.

However, this does not necessarily mean that the other person is also at night—you can hardly pinpoint their exact location.

"What a rare guest, Song Haoran! You actually remembered to look for me?"

"Good evening, Kiko-sensei~" Song Haoran greeted her with a smile.

"It's broad daylight, and I'm wearing a face mask..." Kiko-sensei casually remarked, "Spit it out, I'm busy!"

"Find someone," Song Haoran said directly. "The target's code name is 'The Painter,' an assassin broker active in the east. How long until we have news?"

On the other side of the screen, Kiko frantically typed on the keyboard, pondering, "Someone has already offered a high reward for this 'Painter's' head... Could it be your doing?"

Song Haoran neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply focused on eating his fried noodles.

Kiko-sensei didn't mind and started looking for work... Time passed slowly, and suddenly, "Huh... Is this [painter] a primitive person? There's no trace of him on the internet..."

Song Haoran looked up: "Doesn't the [Painter] have an account on the dark web? How could there be no trace of him?"

Teacher Kiko exclaimed incredulously, "This account has a very high security level, but do you even know what's inside? You couldn't possibly guess!"

"what?"

"A delivery app that automatically places orders..."

"Express delivery?" Song Haoran was taken aback.

Kiko nodded. "Yes, any message that wants to contact the [painter] will be automatically compiled into information by this software, and then an order will be placed through the software and sent out by registered mail."

"What's the delivery address?"

"Wait a minute... I've got it." Kiko was quick this time. "The address is in Haojiang... I'll send you the specific address. That's all I found for now. I hope it's helpful. I checked it out quickly, and this address seems to be a general store."

"A general store..." Song Haoran couldn't help but think.

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For oxen and horses, the New Year celebrations end around the seventh or eighth day of the lunar new year—but for high-ranking oxen and horses, it can extend to after the Lantern Festival.

Clearly, Ziling's mother is a high-class slave (self-proclaimed).

The process of sobering up wasn't too painful. I don't know how Li Zi made a bowl of sobering soup, but after drinking it, Zi Ling's mother felt warm and cozy all morning... After spraying on the perfume her dear daughter-in-law gave her, her condition was almost at its peak, and she seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

Back at the company, Ziling's mother acted like a triumphant hero, and the lowly employees secretly held a small celebration morning meeting.

It's true that Ziling's mother's trip with the national team has generated a lot of viral news—so much so that the number of followers on the company's various accounts on online platforms has increased dramatically.

The lowly scoundrels provided ample emotional value, so Ziling's mother naturally wouldn't be stingy. She generously treated everyone to dinner that evening—after all, she had indeed made a small fortune buying lottery tickets in Washington, D.C.

"It's so much more comfortable back in Qilin City..."

Pear sat down at her personal assistant's desk next to Ziling's mother, and was lounging around sighing... when the internal phone rang.

Pear's expression turned strange. She covered the phone and looked at Ziling's mother, saying, "Sister... that Secretary Gan from the head office is here again."

"Secretary Gan...Gan Hong?"

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Gan Hong was still wearing a plain white women's suit... It was only then that Zi Ling's mother noticed that Gan Hong's legs were actually exceptionally long and slender, the kind that men could play with for three years without getting tired of them—perfect for wearing high heels and stepping on the starry sky roof of a Rolls-Royce...

"Secretary Gan, what's going on...?"

“Ms. Ren, first of all, congratulations on your safe return.” Gan Hong smiled slightly: “The head office is already aware of what happened in the United States… Ms. Ren, although this was just your personal action, it still created great value for our group. Therefore, the head office intends to reward you.”

Ziling's mom is quite indifferent now... She has tens of millions of followers!

“We plan to run this newspaper with you as partners.” Gan Hong took out a document. “This is the partnership agreement. You can take it back and take a look. If there are no problems, you can sign it and it will officially take effect.”

"I..." Ziling's mother pointed to herself incredulously: "Partner?"

—Isn't this tantamount to giving away half of my newspaper for free?!

“Ms. Ren, you are worth this price now.” Gan Hong smiled slightly: “After you become a partner, the head office will invest in this place, with the goal of making it a top media company in China.”

Before Ziling's mother could react, Gan Hong took out a second item... an exquisite box.

Somewhat bewildered, Ziling's mother asked naively, "What's this now?"

"The car the head office provided you with last time was badly damaged, so this is a new car prepared for you." Gan Hong said casually, "Of course, compared to the contract, the car is nothing... but you should like it."

I still prefer driving my little red car!

Just as Ziling's mother was about to refuse, Pear suddenly tugged at her sleeve and whispered in her ear, "Sister... I think you should take a look at this car."

"Ok?"

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"Huh?! Hummer H2?!?"

A performance monster, like a beast, is quietly parked in the parking lot... all black—Black Knight!

Ziling's mother couldn't help but gasp... Calm down, Ren Ziling, you have a family now, even a dog wouldn't drive this thing!

—If the dog won't drive, I will!

Seeing that Ziling's mother was already unable to control herself, Gan Hong smiled faintly and said, "I think Miss Ren will like this style of off-road vehicle... Moreover, this vehicle is specially customized and the whole car has been bulletproofed. Something like the car accident last time should not happen again."

However, Ziling's mother managed to calm herself down.

She sighed, her gaze regaining its clarity, and looked at Gan Hong thoughtfully, asking, "Secretary Gan, I'd like to know, this contract, and this car... are they the intentions of the group headquarters, or Miss Song?"

Gan Hong said, "What difference does it make? The Song Dynasty Group is Miss's family business, and she can represent the family."

Ziling's mother shook her head: "If it's a reward from the group headquarters, I'll be very happy... but if it's Miss Song's personal wish, I'd feel unworthy to accept it."

—I would never sell my son!

Gan Hong smiled and said, "Miss Ren, let me put it this way, your life is very valuable. You must know that Mr. Luo saved your life last time. Does the life of the current head of the Song Dynasty not deserve this contract and this car?"

Ziling's mother frowned and said, "Then you can simply go and thank Luo Qiu..."

Gan Hong said helplessly, "We can't get in touch with Mr. Luo... Miss Ren, this is a token of your appreciation. How about this, consider these as a gift for Mr. Luo, and you're just receiving them on his behalf... What do you think?"

Ziling's mother hesitated.

"Sis, are you being silly!" Pear pulled her aside. "Sis, forget about the contract for now... It's a Hummer H2, one of your dream cars! We can eat hot pot in it without having to make room, okay? Little Red is nice, but the Hummer is big! It's big! It's big! Just imagine the sight of you driving this car on the street! Tsk tsk tsk!"

"this…"

"Besides, you're a top influencer with tens of millions of followers now!" Pear continued to urge, "I feel that Miss Song does want to thank you on one hand, but on the other hand, she also wants to win you over. After all, with your current popularity, who wouldn't be confused... Unless you decide not to continue working at the newspaper and are planning to go solo?"

"If that's what you're saying..." Ziling's mother scratched her head, "Then... I'll take it?"

So this Black Warrior Hummer H2 officially became Ziling's mom's new ride—after deciding to accept it, Ziling's mom stopped pretending and immediately started the Black Warrior... to make a scene first!

“It seems Miss Ren really likes this car.” Gan Hong smiled and glanced at Pear. “Miss Pear, thank you very much this time.”

Pear shrugged, blinked, and said, "I didn't say anything?"

“Anyway,” Gan Hong took out a card from her briefcase, “this is a VIP card from the Song Dynasty Group. With this card, you can enjoy corresponding privileges at any of the group’s hotels in the world… In addition, you will receive a high-end gift every year on your birthday.”

uh-huh!

I don't care about the height of the roof!

Pear was only there for the group's restaurants... Apart from Miss Yuya's hotel, it's hard to find anything that can compare to the food from [Song Dynasty]!

Although Miss Yuya's hotel is an option... but since Ziling's mom isn't going, she feels awkward going to have fun alone—she's sensible enough, okay!

The Song Dynasty's... is different!

After seeing Pear accept the card, Gan Hong smiled slightly and said, "Then, I'll head back now... Miss Pear, I think we should have another opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Pear did not comment.

—Of course I can reveal a little about my hobbies, I'm sure Luo Qiu won't mind... As for other things, let's leave it at that.

I, Pear, also have my bottom line!

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"...Really? She likes it a lot."

Song Ying rubbed her forehead and drank the hangover soup prepared in the kitchen... but she still felt unwell.

Gan Hong said kindly, "After this, I think Miss Ren will have a better opinion of you... Catering to her preferences is a very good way to make progress."

"Who's pandering to his tastes!" Song Ying sneered. "That guy already has a share of the Song family's wealth, but he's never expressed his acceptance! I'm just returning it to him little by little in a different way... Yes, returning it, you understand!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Gan Hong chuckled inwardly, "This originally belonged to Young Master Luo."

"So, did the guy surnamed Ren say...?" Song Ying asked weakly, "Where is that guy?"

Gan Hong shook her head slightly and said with a wry smile, "Young Master Luo's whereabouts are even harder to find than when Second Master went into hiding..."