Trafford's Trading Club

"Boss, what should we do next?"

One of the workers asked in a Sichuan accent.

"I don’t know!" Qiang Zi scratched his head and commanded. "You, you, you, and you, go search the surroundings."

These workers started searching, leaving Qiang Zi sitting there alone... Anyhow, he was their head. He wouldn’t degrade himself by working with them.

"Sh*t, what f*cking place is this... I am dying of thirst."

Suddenly, Qiang Zi heard something vibrating... He found a cell phone under the seat of the van.

The screen showed the caller was "Zihao".

"Maybe that woman dropped it here?" Long Qiang answered the phone.

"Xiaman! Xiaman! Is this Xiaman on the phone?"

"Wait, this is not Xiaman." Long Qiang dug his nose, "Who is that?"

"Who...is that?" Zhou Zihao sounded hurriedly. "Don’t hurt Xiaman, I can give everything you want! Or I will make you regret."

"What are you talking about?" Qiang Zi was stunned. "She was the one that injured me. Sh*t, are you her boyfriend?"

"Yes." Zhou Zihao got serious, "Deal with me directly, don’t bully her."

"Who do you think you are!" Qiang Zi got angry, too. "F*ck, if you don’t pay for my medical expenses... I will bite her ears off!"

"Okay, okay! Easy there. You can name a price!" Zhou Zihao was terrified.

"Hold on..." Qiang Zi’s phone rang at that time.

He muted Tao Xiaman’s phone and answered his own, "Hello, Wu Tiaozi, why haven’t you send the gas to me?"

"Head, Boss Wang needs us to load some cement urgently, can you wait for a moment, please?"

"Sh*t!"

"No choice. The construction crew is urging is to hurry. You know that!"

"Fine, I will think of another idea!" Qiang Zi frowned and hung up the phone unhappily. And he continued the other phone, "Hello, still there?"

"I am here!"

"All right!" Qiang Zi continued, "You send a barrel of gas to... the road to Zhaoyun Prison. And then you can see me on the way!"

"Fine. When?" Zhou Zihao asked immediately.

Qiang Zi looked at the rear view mirror while pulling his nose hair. "Of course now. Send it now. If you can’t arrive before evening, I will... make you regret it!"

"Okay. I will. But how much... do you want?"

"Are you an idiot? I said a barrel of gas. It must be filled up!"

"But... I mean the compensation money..."

"Oh, I almost forget it." Qiang Zi rubbed his ears and said, "Maybe thousands or hundreds RMB?"

"What... is the specific price?"

"Eight hundred. Lucky number!" Qiang Zi ended up the conversation, "Alright! You act quickly! I can’t wait for you very long."

He hung up!

Long Qiang whispered to himself after the call, "Is eight hundred RMB too little? Fine, let me have a nap first..."

...

Zhou Zihao held the phone tightly and rushed into Officer Lin’s office.

"Mr. Zhou. Take it easy. We will inform you once we find Long Qiang’s house."

"No, I was contacted by the kidnapper via phone just now!"

"Continue!" Officer Lin got serious.

Zhou Zihao nodded and added, "Sir, they were on the way to Zhaoyun Prison and they requested eight million in a gasoline barrel."

"A road deal? Eight million?" Officer Lin was stunned, "What are they thinking about? It’s silly to run away with money from the highway."

"Sir, the key is my fiancee’s safety, okay?" Zhou Zihao continued, "That guy also said he would bite her ears off if no money is provided!"

"Bite?" Lin Feng nodded, "Er...It seems he is pretty violent... And did he know you called the police?"

"I think... not." Zhou Zihao recalled, "He didn’t mention about this."

"Mr. Zhou, did he command you to send the money?"

"Yes, he asked me to send it directly."

Lin Feng wandered into the office. "Don’t worry, he must be well prepared. Let’s calm down and make a perfect plan."

Zhou Zihao frowned, "I need to go to the bank first."

"Mr. Zhou, we suggest you’d better not. This will make these kidnappers rampant!"

"That’s your business! I care for my fiancee only!" Zhou Zihao stared at Lin Feng and called the bank regardless of his words.

"Hello, Stephen. Help to prepare eight million for me. Yes, now..."

...

...

Old Feng stopped.

He was not going to have a cup of water but merely let out a breath with a pleased smile.

"Finished?" Luo Qiu asked.

Old Feng had gotten used to his companionship.

Luo Qiu never got tired of his stories. He was enjoying these stories without asking a word.

As for Old Feng, telling stories made him more energetic and he got more efficient with Luo Qiu’s companionship.

Old Feng felt amazed.

"I haven’t finished yet."

Old Feng laughed, "Many details need to be adjusted. And the fitting needs time, too."

"It is a wonderful work in such a short time."Luo Qiu bowed. He said, "May I touch it?"

"Er?" Old Feng agreed after a pause, "Yes, you can."

Every stitch of this dress was full of love and beautiful memories of a father. Every pattern contained best wishes to his daughter.

The club owner closed his eyes while touching the dress. It was full of spirit.

"This is a real treasure which I rarely met." Luo Qiu withdrew his hands.

Old Feng smiled. This wedding dress was a significant work for him.

Every craftsman was willing to hear such praises.

"Do you know?" Old Feng raised the dress lightly, "I want Xiaman to try it now."

"You can try to contact her."

Luo Qiu provided his phone, "Call her now. Nobody can trace this phone number."

Old Feng was surprised... He believed what Luo Qiu said, even if he was a little mysterious.

"Hello, is that Mr. Zhou?"

"Who... are you? I am on the way with ransom money. Don’t hurt Xiaman, please!"

Old Feng was shocked, "Wait, this is Master Zhou, the one who made the wedding dress. Where are you going and what are you talking about?"

"Master Zhou? Sorry... I am too nervous."

"Ransom money?"

"Nothing. Master Zhou, I will contact you when I am available."

"Hello? Hello?"

Old Feng called back in a hurry. But Zhou Zihao refused to accept. Old Feng looked at Luo Qiu anxiously. "What... happened to my daughter?"

Luo Qiu waved his hands and turned back.

He closed his eyes while frowning.

A while later, he told Old Feng in an apologetic tone, "I know what happened. I am sorry that something unexpected happened."

"What’s that? Did you hurt my daughter..." Old Feng’s eyes became sharp.

Luo Qiu shook his head and explained, "No. Xiaman is safe now. I will go help find her free of charge. Please rest assured."

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