Trafford's Trading Club

But he thought he mistook it because Ms. Zhang was a good-enough successor of the family.

The real amount of the Zhang Family’s treasure was far more than the number in the accounts book... and even some well-known millionaires didn’t reach that height.

He never saw a successor like her, who wore cheap clothes and drove a common car.

Old Zhong had a hard life in his young ages, so he was very frugal... hence he really liked that successor.

"Hi, Ms. Zhang."

When Zhang Qingrui parked her car, Cheng Yun came up quickly, "Second Young Master is waiting for you now."

"Let’s go." Zhang Qingrui nodded, "Can we go through the side door?"

"Don’t worry, I’ve arranged that." Cheng Yun nodded, "Follow me please."

He knew Zhang Qingrui didn’t like to show her face in public---especially among many famous singers, fans, and even large numbers of cameras in the TV station.

"I may leave early." Zhang Qingrui said softly, "I have to be with my grandmother in the hospital. I came here just to have a look at the new star the company is supporting."

It was the new entertainment company owned by the Zhong and Zhang Family. Zhang Qingrui shared the same amount of stocks with Zhong Luochen; the other part was occupied by the new company.

She invested in the group, so she had to pay attention, even though she was not interested in it.

Zhang Lilanfang had stepped back already when was she didn’t announce the marriage of the Zhong Family and her at her birthday banquet.

Neither of them mentioned this after, but kept an implicit and ambiguous position.

So Zhang Qingrui knew that she could not neglect the new group’s business... as the reward for the concession from her grandma.

As for her grandma, she was always in a loss and looked sullen after the banquet... she didn’t handle the business anymore.

However, Zhang Qingrui found that her appearance now was like a common grandma filled with worry.

While thinking about this, Zhang Qingrui was led to the inside of the TV station.

"Wait, this is not the way to the studio." Zhang Qingrui stopped her steps.

Cheng Yun faked a smile, "Ms. Zhang, Second Young Master arranged a quiet room for you. Don’t worry, nobody will disturb us."

"Well... fine." Zhang Qingrui nodded.

She had no feelings toward Zhong Luochen, neither a favorable impression nor hatred--- she was just unwilling to get close to him... At the very least, she didn’t want to get to know him deeply.

She sensed nothing in this perfect-looking man.

’Does he have bones and spirits under that flawless skin?’

"Hold on."

Zhang Qingrui stopped again, and looked towards a corner in the corridor--- two people were standing there.

Two women.

Cheng Yun had a good memory, he recognized that he met one of them... and even investigated her.

He remembered her name was Ren Ziling, a sub-editor in a good periodical office. They met in Gu Yue Zhai several months ago when Zhong Luochen came to this city.

"Hello, Ms. Ren."

Ren Ziling was stunned and looked up while squatting and pulling open the backpack, "Ms. Zhang! It’s you! It has been a while!"

Not only because Ren Ziling interviewed her; but also because she was the only classmate of her good boy, Ren Ziling turned passionate, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Qingrui smiled, "I’m here for a look."

"Oh..." Ren Ziling nodded, "Well, I checked the information of Feiyun Entertainment and your name was on it. Are you coming for the new superstar?"

Zhang Qingrui nodded, "Ms. Ren always has such keen senses."

"Sure, I have to live on it."

"Yeah... and are you here for the program later?"

"Yes." Ren Ziling sighed, "I cannot turn down the task from my boss... Actually, to be honest, I have no interest in this matter."

Zhang Qingrui shook her head, "Anything I can do for you? I saw you and your partner talking about something?"

Ren Ziling rolled her eyes, "Nothing much. It is just that the arrangement was changed and I quarreled with the person in the program group."

Zhang Qingrui nodded, and turned to Cheng Yun, who was standing cautiously beside her, "Cheng Yun, can you do Ms. Ren a favor?"

"Yes." Cheng Yun nodded, "Let me communicate with them and I’ll arrange the best seat for Ms. Ren."

"Oh, you don’t have to do that."

’Sister Ren... I know you want that.’ Lizi saw through her thoughts... and just took out a bag of snacks to eat without saying anything.

"It is nothing. Helping others is the basis of happiness." Zhang Qingrui smiled, "I used to be helped out a lot by Luo Qiu."

When Cheng Yun left for the matter, Zhang Qingrui asked, "By the way, how is Luo Qiu recently... is he OK?"

"He’s fine. Eating, sleeping, and taking a dig at me." Ren Ziling responded subconsciously. Then she felt something weird, "But, you’re classmates eh? You can meet every day, why do you ask me that?"

Zhang Qingrui was surprised, "We seldom met each other before... and the university said he dropped out so I didn’t meet him all through the summer vacation."

"Dropped... out?"

"Ms. Ren, you look..." Zhang Qingrui frowned, "Didn’t you know that?"

"Haha, I knew that." Ren Ziling laughed, "I surely knew that... Ah haha, he’s fine. Well, thank you for your concern!"

’I obviously know... the f*ck!!!’

’Luo Qiu... you are dead meat!!!!!’

...

...

’Why are the boss and the evilest maid here?’

The most important thing was, that he had been here much earlier.

The boss always knew the location of the Black Soul Envoys, but they never knew the route of the boss... ’So, did the boss discover his trick and come back to check?’

It made Tai Yinzi , who was trying to make big news, sad. When he finished checking the spotlights in the studio, he had to greet his boss ’merrily’.

"Master... what brings you here?"

The boss looked happy after having a taking a photo of You Ye. Making a joke, he said, "What if I said I came to check your work? Will you feel happy?"

"Yeah, yes!"

Tai Yinzi turned serious, "This old Taoist feels thankful and excited, as if divine air would come in when three flowers gather, and finally become an immortal! Oh F*ck, what did I say just now..."

"Then take a seat." Luo Qiu waved his hand, "Since you’re here, stay with me this evening. Cheng Yiran and my favorite singer will come tonight."

"Yes, sir."

Tai Yinzi dared not be casual in front of the boss. He only sat on less than one-third of the seat.

’It should be... alright?" Tai Yinzi heaved a sigh.

"Well... you called Hong Guan here eh?" Unexpectedly, the master said this. "It’s an interesting idea."

Tai Yinzi felt he was dead meat, meat that would not be revived again...