Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

At the moment Arex turned around, Luo Qiu’s caught sight of something.

The so-called Yumekui’s original appearance belonged to a tapir… Arex’s figure was getting bloated.

His hands turned into hoofs; and his nose got longer but it was still much shorter than an elephant’s.

Luo Qiu blinked his eyes, while Arex’s figure returned to normal. Finally, he opened the door and left without looking back.

He had already done his task, that was sending something to the current boss and accidentally had a delicious meal.

He should be in a good mood— but leaving at this point was kind of like leaving the trouble to those who were still over here?

“Are former customers all so headstrong?” Luo Qiu suddenly curiously asked.

The servant girl wouldn’t knowingly smear them, but she tried to judge it as a third party. “Mr. Arex could be considered as a special customer among all. He won’t stay in the same place for long, but will keep travelling.”

Luo Qiu subconsciously looked toward the girl lying on the couch. She turned so serene after having her nightmare eaten.

Miss Maid suddenly said, “However, Yumekui may eat nightmares but the dreams left are not all fond dreams.”

Luo Qiu curiously looked at the maid.

“He just ate this kind of nightmare, so similar ones will no longer appear in her mind. Thus, what he ate up is the wish that ‘such a nightmare doesn’t come to your mind again’; but to the dreamer, the origin of the nightmare still exists.”

Seeing her master blinked, the servant girl tried to explain it more precisely, “For example, humans planted the fruit tree. Each time after they picked up the fruit, the tree will keep bearing fruits…Master, did you get it?”

Luo Qiu shook his head, “No, I’m just thinking that you always know a lot… Oh, she woke up.”

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However, she didn’t seem to have a clearer mind after having her nightmare eaten. Massaging her forehead, she looked around blankly.

There were still the young master of this house, the servant girl and the sleeping Lena, in the same living room. Oh, don’t forget Gloria, who was sleeping at the other side of the sofa.

“Was I asleep…” Allie patted her forehead gently, “I may have had a dream, it’s kind of…”

She was getting more blurred.

Luo Qiu asked, “It’s kind of what?”

“Kind of…” Allie frowned, but soon shook her head, “Nothing… By the way, hadn’t Branham and others come back yet?”

Luo Qiu nodded, “In fact, I haven’t seen Mr. Branham and Len ever appear.”

“Really…”

She misunderstood that Branham and Len hadn’t come back yet… As to this kind of weird way of expressing it, it might be because an Eastern person made a mistake due to the unfamiliarity of Russian grammar.

Even if she was shocked by the local accent coming from the young house owner.

“Right, when did I fall asleep?” Allie tried to recall her memory before. “Oh, did you ask me any questions just now?”

“Are you … Miss Allie?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

“Haven’t I introduced myself yet?” Allie gave out a surprised look and shook her head, “Your question is weird.”

Luo Qiu smiled and said, “I’m sorry, just take it as my occupational disease. I always need to ask some questions to my customers…Well, it’s a consulting work. Many customers desire for something, but they can’t distinguish what they really need.”

Allie frowned, “However, you cannot be 100 percent sure that the way you led is what they really want… Isn’t your statement too subjective?”

“Onlookers can always see more clearly.” Luo Qiu said softly, “But Miss Allie is right, indeed I cannot guarantee that, so customers are still the ones who know what they really want.”

“Are you…in some job like psychologist?” Allie smiled and said, “You gave me that feeling. Of course, I’m not joking. In fact, it’s fun chatting with you.”

“Thank you.”

Allie stretched herself and got awake. “Just like what Branham said, Eastern countries are mysterious. Aren’t both of you normal people?”

It was like a joke—it really was to Allie, just for breaking up the tediousness.

Luo Qiu looked at the window outside the living room, and then turned to Allie and said, “Are we, who can sell anything a customer wants, considered normal?”

“Everything?” Allie gaped, as if thinking about what the ‘everything’ covered.

“Yes, everything, we sell all things, as long as customers can imagine and afford it. Of course, customers can choose not to purchase it. They possess the choice.”

Allie blinked, and suddenly biting her finger, “Well… is there something wrong with this statement? For example, the customer may have the option to give up the goods…however, what if they have no other ways to buy it? If so, it means they have no choice. Besides, if they really need it, they can’t choose not to buy it, can they? It’s the same as a monopoly.”

She was the first customer to discuss this issue with Boss Luo.

…Turning on the super-scholar attributes??

Allie smiled and said, “So, You cannot possibly sell everything. It’s an exaggerated statement. To be exact, you’re selling what customers can afford; and if they can’t, it doesn’t exist—So, the so-called ‘sell everything’ is just an amplified slogan similar to an advertisement.”

“It’s true that we sell everything.” Luo Qiu took it lightly, “Every customer has a different purchasing powers, but as one side providing the supply of goods, there’s no concept of ‘No’. At least that has been my experience until now.”

“It sounds like it’s true.” Allie shook her head and casually said, “If I say I feel that my life is very bad, can you sell me a good life? And how much should I pay for a happy life? Besides, if a life could be counted by money, and I already owned that, why do I have to buy it from you?”

“Just because of this,” Luo Qiu smiled, “We will not receive any kind of money.”

“Not accepting money?” Allie was stupefied, “Then how will you profit?”

“A portion of health, sensibility, friendship, love…” Luo Qiu slowly said, “Even a soul could be the way we profit.”

That moment, Allie felt her body getting cold.

Her legs, thighs, the skin under her clothes, her forehead and her cheeks were all turning slightly numb.

Subconsciously, she felt that might be true. It lasted for a short time, because a flurry of rapid knocks woke her up.

Allie quickly stood up. “It should be Branham. They came back! Let me go open the door!”

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“Branham…” At the moment Allie opened the door, she suddenly stopping talking.

She saw two men dressed in police uniforms, instead of Branham and his peers— Upon seeing Allie, the two men immediately pressed Allie down to ground and handcuffed her.

“At long last, we arrested the psychopath.” One of the policemen breathed a sigh of relief.