Trafford's Trading Club

Zhan’er still showed no signs of waking up.

At this time, the master of this house suddenly knocked on the door and brought some food. This man was called Wang Dashun, an honest farmer. He had only one son in his family, who attended high school outside the village. The son would only come back during the holidays.

“Brother! My wife made some millet porridge! Since your friend can’t wake up and it’s inconvenient to eat, this shall feed him well!” Wang Dashun smiled as he opened the door and walked in.

“Thanks, Brother Wang.” Momo accepted the food gratefully.

In this challenging situation with everyone else becoming enemies, Momo appreciated the goodwill from an ordinary person a lot. It was just that the daoist circle and demon beast race would find him sooner or later. He was afraid that he would bring harm to the family.

“Brother Wang, I plan to leave tonight,” Momo said while feeding Zhan’er with the millet porridge and looking at Wang Dashun.

“So fast? You can stay for a few more days! It’s fine!” Wang Dashun quickly said, “Aren’t you hurt too? I saw blood all over your body that other day.”

“I have recovered a lot.” Momo said casually, “Besides, I can’t just let my friend stay unconscious all the time. I plan to send him to the hospital in the provincial capital.”

“That’s right.” Wang Dashun nodded and said, “Well, it’s inconvenient to go out here. You need to wait a few days before there is a minibus coming in from outside the village. Let me contact them and see if there is any other way?”

“Thank you, Brother Wang!” Momo nodded. “By the way, Brother Wang, can I borrow your phone? I have been missing for some time and haven’t reported my safety to my family.”

“Go ahead.”

Naturally, it wasn’t a high-end mobile phone. Probably a counterfeit product worthed a few hundred yuan. However, it was enough for making calls. Wang Dashun left the room wittily.

Momo thought for a while, then dialed a number. He had destroyed his phone during his escape. Otherwise, he would have exposed himself to enemies’ surveillance.

There were also many rules and regulations in the Divine Land’s daoist circle. For example, every person in the daoist circle was required to register with a dedicated government agency. A special monitoring system had to be installed on their phones. The agency would check on them at 3 to 5 days intervals.

At this time, Momo naturally didn’t plan to follow this rule and report to the people of that organization. He felt that he needed to inform his master about such a big event. He was worried. In addition, he had to explain to Yang Taizi.

It was just that when he started calling his master’s cell phone number, he stopped immediately. If third parties monitored his master’s or Senior Yang Taizi’s cell phone, his current location would be exposed just from the simple signal source.

Even if his master and Senior Yang Taizi came forward, they couldn’t stop those who went fanatic for this treasure. They were like demonic hounds in hunger. Worse still, reaching out might bring harm to the two seniors…

Momo gave a wry smile. After that, he put Wang Dashun’s phone aside and didn’t use it. He looked at Zhan’er on the bed and couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “Lucky you, you sleep so soundly.”

Momo shook his head, sighed, and took the millet porridge made by Wang Dashun’s wife. He filled a spoonful of it and then sent it to Zhan’er’s mouth, cautiously feeding Zhan’er.

“Eat. I don’t know if you still have a chance to eat again in the future. It is better to die with a full stomach than to starve to death.”

…

The street marked the border between heaven and hell.

What was interesting in this city was that regardless of whether they were rich or poor, they could live in a location halfway up the hill. If they were located in other developed cities, even the ordinary wealthy people didn’t have such an opportunity.

But obviously, this was not the case in Rio.

Simple single-story houses were adjacent to the luxurious villas of the rich.

About a few decades ago, a large number of retired soldiers in this country did not receive preferential treatment of the country after returning. Worse still, they faced the horrible problem of unemployment. They had no source of income, not even their land.

However, this country also had strange policies at the time. For example, if one were to build a house, that piece of land belonged to you.

Thus, many veterans and retired soldiers, as well as people who wandered from other places, began to build their houses in this kind of place that later belonged to the prime location. Two-story, three-story, or even one-story homes were like bamboo shoots after a rain, quickly occupying this golden area with incredible sea views.

But in the slums built in this way, there weren’t many entertainment facilities. At best, small parks or simple football fields were built by the gangs who control these major slums.

Luo Qiu discovered that the umbrella the maid was carrying would soon become unusable because another big cloud was approaching.

You Ye had the habit of arranging flowers in the club lobby. Before coming to this city, the maid had frequented a flower shop where Luo Qiu originally lived.

But after coming here, she had to find alternatives, even though they wouldn’t be staying long in Rio this time.

“This flower shop seems great.”

Of course, the flower shop wasn’t in the slums but on the other side of the street—the rich people’s turf. The flower shop was painted in white. There were many South American flower species displayed on the outside. Luo Qiu’s usual preferences couldn’t be found here.

“You pick it. I’ll take a look around.” Luo Qiu smiled. For flowers, he rarely studied them when it was not necessary.

Seeing You Ye walk up to the flower shop’s boss and ask around, Luo Qiu began to look at the varieties available here.

He curiously walked to plants with the tag ‘Walking Iris.’ After assessing the white jade-like flower and butterfly-like blue petals, he felt an urge to buy them.

“The Walking Iris has another name, Jade Butterfly.”

Boss Luo turned around.

It was a man in a dark blue casual suit, less than 30 years old. As the man spoke, he walked to the pot of plants. He smiled, looked at Luo Qiu, and suddenly asked, “Are you Chinese?”

The man also had an Asian face. He asked in Chinese’s native language.

Boss Luo smiled and nodded, “Yes, I’m traveling here for a few days. Hello, my name is Luo Qiu.”

“Traveling? This is a bad choice.” The man smiled and reached out his hand, “Hello, my name is Song Haoran. I’m glad to meet you, my compatriot.”

Compatriot naturally meant he was yellow-skinned Chinese too.