Trafford's Trading Club
chapter-22-2

Sure enough, those who could enter this room had superb status.

The bodyguard chose to give verbal warning rather than directly expelling the duo by force. On the one hand, he wasn’t sure of the origin of the two who broke in. On the other hand, he didn’t want to stir up a commotion.

The lady was gorgeous, and the man next to her was an Asian. Those who could enter this concert were either rich or noble. It seemed the young couple wasn’t plain simpleton.

“Can we borrow this place?” The beautiful lady in a black evening dress smiled and clapped gently. Due to her mittens, the clap wasn’t loud at all.

But once the bodyguard heard the sound, his consciousness was instantly dazed. He felt like his eyelids were becoming heavier. Soon, he closed his eyes and fell to the floor.

At the same time, there were several different sounds in the room—all were the sounds made when they fell to the floor.

This was obviously a transcended power.

In fact, Luo Qiu intended to do it himself, but the maid would always be in place faster than him. Actually, Luo Qiu sometimes enjoyed this feeling of sitting out and enjoying. Primarily, it was pleasing to the eye to have such a gorgeous maid resolving all trivial matters for him.

The other thing pleasing to the eye was the orchestra band entering the concert hall below.

Whether one had the knowledge to appreciate these instruments or not, the professionalism exuded by the orchestra band as they entered the hall orderly was quite enjoyable.

Luo Qiu liked the orderly manner in this situation, which reminded him of all neat things.

Neat and tidy are pleasing to the eyes.

The VIP room had no windows. Instead, it was a viewing platform with a partition separating them. Those closer to the front naturally could see the opposite side of the circular corridor.

But aren’t there too many bodyguards in this VIP booth?

“Master, we seem to have encountered something interesting.”

You Ye was dealing with the people who had fallen on the floor. After all, having them scattered around would be unsightly.

Boss Luo wasn’t surprised. He had long been accustomed to always encountering something. So he just looked at You Ye curiously.

Of course, even in such an open VIP booth, it appeared as if nothing happened here at all from the outside. Having an illusion so that outsiders couldn’t see what was happening here was easy work.

“What’s interesting?”

You Ye pointed to the man protected by a few bodyguards. Then, she reached out and picked up a pen in the collar pocket of the middle-aged man.

Boss Luo didn’t see what was unique about this pen. On a deeper look, it probably had a nice emblem marked on the pen body. Of course, this required careful observation to be able to see it.

“Because of this emblem?”

The maid nodded and whispered, “This is the insider emblem of the ‘Lominster Leighton’ company. This company is headquartered in the United States. Its main business is the production and launch of military satellites.”

Boss Luo had heard that the current country was rather unfortunate and hadn’t been able to develop the satellite business. He vaguely remembered that there was an explosion because of the rocket launch accident. The country lost a batch of elites in that incident.

“Look at the invitation letter,” blurted Luo Qiu.

You Ye quickly searched for the invitation letter and handed it to Luo Qiu. After Boss Luo took a look, he said calmly, “He came here in the name of the liquor company’s distributor. He seems to be hiding his identity.”

“Do we need to read their memory?” You Ye suggested.

If Boss Luo could get readily available information, it would save him the costs to purchase the information through the altar. Boss Luo was keen to practice self-sustenance.

Boss Luo nodded. He stopped minding the man’s affairs. After all, he knew that the maid would relay the event thoroughly back to him.

“Speaking of which, if there is a serious business, why would you choose this kind of place?”

The lights began to dim…

The performance officially began.

Schubert, Symphony No.9, “The Great.”

…

“Compared to “The Great,” I like the Symphony No.8, “Unfinished.” I listened to it a few years ago when I was in Vienna.”

Sitting in a standard seat in the hall, Song Haoran spoke in Lluvia’s ear at this time. At the same time, he held Lluvia’s palm; they looked like a couple in the eyes of others.

While feeling the temperature from Song Haoran’s palm, Lluvia seemed to be in a delighted mood. She asked curiously. “Why is it called “Unfinished”?”

“Because he only wrote two chapters and stopped.” Song Haoran shrugged, then looked obsessively at the orchestra in the concert hall, “But because it is unfinished, I don’t know what is going on. What it is and what it will be in the future fascinates me. It’s like the lost arms of the goddess of beauty.”

Lluvia was taken aback. She couldn’t understand how pretty a woman without a pair of arms would be.

But since the military’s advisor said so, she would agree for the time being.

Halfway through the concert, Song Haoran glanced at the time on his watch. At this time, there was a vibration on his phone, which was a message.

—Termination of the operation.

This was a message from the “Iris” headquarters.

Song Haoran frowned. Lluvia keenly caught his facial changes. He didn’t say anything but just tilted the phone screen so that Lluvia could see its content.

“Huh…”

Song Haoran nodded indifferently, “It seems we can listen to this concert forever.”

Lluvia quietly made a gesture. That was enough to stop O’Neill ambushing in the dark, provided that this guy didn’t use his sight to stare at the breasts of women in low-cut evening dresses.