Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1217: Chapter 58: It’s That Season Again…

“In the human realm, amnesia is a very tricky disease with no guaranteed cure, let alone for demons whose life structures are completely different? If you say he’s gravely injured and dying, I might be able to save him, but for amnesia, I’m powerless.”

“Ah, I see…” Bu Bugao couldn’t help but show disappointment on his face.

As for Wang Hu, he remained indifferent, as if it wasn’t his concern.

Long Xiruo said calmly, “However, curing this kind of illness is actually quite similar to humans. It’s nothing more than taking him to places that might trigger his memories, talking more about past events, something like that… Maybe it only takes a trigger for him to remember everything.”

Even if the Godly Land’s true dragon said he was powerless, what could Bu Bugao say? But talking more with Wang Hu about past events, going to places that could trigger memories… Who knows what place that would be?

“Alright, just keep him restrained more often in daily life.” Long Xiruo added, “After all, there are differences between humans and monsters, the Management Bureau walks in the gaps between both, handling these relationships properly is a must.”

After all, as one of the top consultants… Hmm, even facing newbies, the Godly Land’s true dragon doesn’t hesitate to show her glorious side in front of them.

“Bu Bugao has learned.”

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“Tsk tsk, the mighty White Tiger becomes the lowest level support staff in the Management Bureau.” Looking at the two figures fading away outside the window, Long Xiruo suddenly showed a mischievous smile on her face.

The combination of Bu Bugao and Huang Baifu… Wang Hu, such a mixture would have people in both the Transcendent Dao and Demon Realms of Godly Land scratching their heads in disbelief, wouldn’t they?

What kind of chemical reaction would this combination eventually lead to?

Long Xiruo calculated some matters in her heart… Encountering the amnesiac Huang Baifu unexpectedly today brought a certain gloominess swept away, and the spiritual fatigue accumulated over several days seemed to be alleviated somewhat.

Wondering what Pianqian, this little fellow is up to… Long Xiruo subconsciously thought that she had been back for almost an hour, and this little one had no reaction at all, which was indeed a first.

But she could feel that the little butterfly monster was clearly in her own room.

“Pianqian, I’m back, what are you doing in the room?” Like usual, Long Xiruo directly pushed the door open – the little butterfly monster basically never locked her door, lacking privacy entirely, for which Long Xiruo didn’t know how many times she had complained.

As the door opened, Long Xiruo saw the stacks of books piled on the table… She couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on, looks like this butterfly has the heart of a scholar.

“Pianqian?” Her gaze swept across the desk, and Long Xiruo finally spotted Luo Pianqian curled up in the corner gap between the desk and bed, a bad premonition flickered in her mind, “What happened!”

Long Xiruo quickly went to Luo Pianqian’s side, crouching down and beginning to examine her.

At this moment, the little butterfly monster’s face was slightly flushed, her body temperature was higher than usual, and her colorful wings behind her were fully revealed, yet were folded inwards and trembling slightly.

The little butterfly monster’s gaze was sometimes confused, sometimes high-spirited, and further, on her forehead, two curled antennae appeared… She seemed to struggle maintaining her human form.

“What exactly happened?”

“Sister Long… is it you…” Luo Pianqian raised her head, her watery eyes still misty, giving a dreamy look, “I don’t know really… just feel my body is so strange… so hot… like I want to embrace something… Am I sick?”

Long Xiruo was taken aback, couldn’t help but think of a certain possibility, and immediately extended her hand to press it against the little butterfly monster’s forehead, asking, “Do you also feel your heartbeat speeding up, body becoming sensitive, a gentle touch makes you feel weak all over?”

“Sister Long… how do you know…”

“Of course I know!” Long Xiruo said annoyedly, “It’s clearly mating season again… Don’t worry, you’re not sick, it’s just the season for heat that’s all.”

“Mating…heat season!”

The little butterfly monster’s originally flushed face seemed to become even redder… Clearly even from a mere literal understanding, she could grasp the meaning of heat season.

The little butterfly monster suddenly panicked.

Her mother died at the hand of a mantis monster when she was young, she was raised by Grandpa tree monster since she was little… naturally Grandpa tree monster wouldn’t discuss such matters with Luo Pianqian… She really didn’t know what to do now.

“It’s fine, nothing major.” Long Xiruo waved her hand and said, “Drink more cold things, immerse yourself in cold water when you feel your thoughts wandering, if that’s not effective enough, go to the basement to get some dry ice, don’t go out, especially don’t meet any male creatures, and after a few days it will naturally be better.”

Luo Pianqian evidently relied heavily on the Godly Land’s true dragon’s words, “Sister Long, you’re amazing knowing all this.”

“Indeed, after all, I… ahem, alright, I’ll go get some dry ice for you.” Long Xiruo cleared her throat, acting composed as she walked out.

Close call, almost blurted it out…

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“…The suspect is rumored to be someone with extreme cleanliness… What could be the motive for murder?”

At the elevator on the ground floor of the building, Ren Ziling was waiting for the elevator, holding a small notebook, looking at the information extracted from Nan Xiao Nan and began to think furiously.

Although she promised Luo Qiu not to rashly intrude onto the crime scene, facing such a major case, Mammy Ren really couldn’t hold back her instincts.

Thinking while walking, Ren Ziling entered the elevator head down, pressed the floor where the magazine office was, and once again started biting her ballpoint pen, entering her deduction mode – though her deduction skills were always poor.

Ding——!

As the elevator door opened, Ren Ziling was still focused on her notebook, stepping into the magazine office, only to be startled by a sudden burst of sound.

“Congratulations, Sister Ren!” A chorus.

At this moment, Old Ren was truly surprised, seeing ribbons flying, colorful confetti and gold dust bursting forth.

Right before her, the entire magazine staff stood together, holding their congratulatory props in hand.

“What, what’s happening?”

Only to see Lizi smiling as she walked up to Ren Ziling, holding her hand and saying, “Sister Ren, congratulations on becoming chief editor!!”

Ren Ziling rolled her eyes, “Are you guys bored or something? Got nothing to do so you come to tease me?”

Editor-in-chief, she’s always been… just a deputy editor.

“No, no!” Lizi shook her head and said: “This editor-in-chief is a real one, unlike your editor-with-parentheses-deputy~”

“What?” Ren Ziling was dumbfounded.

Another male colleague chuckled, “It’s true, the big boss called today. Starting today, you are the editor-in-chief! And the former editor-in-chief has been demoted to deputy editor!”

Ren Ziling blinked and instinctively looked towards the editor-in-chief’s office. She saw that man who stubbornly kept combing the side of his thinning hair into stripes despite having a Mediterranean hairstyle, who was thin and middle-aged, wearing glasses, and at this moment was holding a cardboard box, looking decidedly glum as he headed to his deputy editor’s office…

“What’s going on…”

“It’s the big boss’s decision.” Lizi shrugged, “Hey, here’s your promotion document!”

Ren Ziling took a look and immediately displayed a strange expression, “It really is…”

A bewildered Mammy Ren found herself in the editor-in-chief’s office amidst the crowd’s cheer and congratulations… and surprisingly, things from her original office had already been moved in.

Looking at the wall, where hung a high-quality reproduction of a world-famous painting her son sent back from abroad, Mammy Ren rubbed her chin, then picked up the phone to call the magazine’s big boss.

Speaking of this big boss, he was quite a character, having founded this magazine and not earning much, then, at a friend’s urging, throwing himself into the stock market. Initially a potential victim-of-the-markets, he turned into an unexpectedly successful investor, absurdly profiting during several financial crises by short selling, and thereafter rising to the peak of his life.

Having lost track of his wealth, this big boss happily became a hands-off boss, touring the world with a lady… Mammy Ren had worked here a long time yet, had only seen this loyal life-victor player once at a company annual gathering.

“Who are you?”

“Big boss! It’s Ren Ziling!”

“Ren Ziling? Oh, Ren Ziling… So, did you receive the promotion document?”

“I did receive it, but why so suddenly?” Mammy Ren listened to the big boss’s tone and felt something was off—as if he had little impression of her. So why promote her?

“Oh… You see, the previous editor-in-chief is too conservative, I feel he’s unsuitable for our magazine’s style.” The big boss said matter-of-factly, “As for you, I’ve read several of your articles, and they suit my taste. I want to make our magazine younger, and I think you can do that… Are you not accepting?”

“Not exactly…” Ren Ziling’s gaze drifted, never expecting such good fortune to come her way.

“Oh, as for the salary, it will be raised by fifty percent from what the previous editor-in-chief had.” The big boss chuckled, “I’ll give you a month of paid annual leave each year, additionally granting you discretionary external expense authority—invoices under a hundred thousand don’t need my approval…”

Listening to the big boss spouting the benefits he’d offer, Mammy Ren suddenly felt a strange sensation… like maybe this big boss was trying to woo her, planning to keep her under his thumb or something.

Until…

“Do your work well, no need to call me unless necessary. I’m still in the Aegean Sea, planning to head to Spain next, not coming back this year! The company is in your hands, hahaha…”

Beep—!

“Am I dreaming…”

…

On the Aegean Sea, aboard a private yacht, a man in a plaid short-sleeve shirt and sunglasses, around thirty, whose teeth seem to gleam when he smiles, was holding a phone.

“Hello… Miss Song, I’ve done as you said… Yes, I get it, given the high price you’re paying to acquire this magazine… But I don’t understand why you still want me as the ‘big boss’, the company is already yours… Well, indeed, with the price on the table, it doesn’t matter to me… Don’t worry, I won’t disclose you, it’s written in the contract…”

…

Zhang’s house.

“Shouldn’t be disturbing her life too much, right?” Song Ying casually put down the phone.

Arranging things this way, besides consideration for Luo Qiu’s request, had partly Zhang Family reasoning… Joking aside, how could Song Family’s legitimate wife, even a second wife, be wronged in her work life outside?

Plus, it served as a small token of compensation after Song Ying had previously tricked her way into Luo Qiu’s household.

Remembering when Ren Ziling realized she’d been deceived, her first reaction wasn’t anger but acting like she was heartbroken, pounding her chest on the sofa, Song Ying couldn’t help but smile, thinking this ‘aunt’ was really a gem.

“These two have a great relationship…”

Song Ying murmured, recalling Luo Qiu’s terrifying gaze from that night, oddly feeling irritated… Resting her chin, she absentmindedly stared at the clock on the wall.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Qingrui walked in with a smile, “Not interrupting you, am I?”

“It’s me who’s disturbing you.” Song Ying casually said, “Thanks for letting me stay, and even use your place as an office… But don’t worry, I’ve found a new office building, ready to use, no need for much renovation. Once it’s all set up, I’ll move out.”

“Actually, staying isn’t a problem.” Zhang Qingrui smiled: “It’s just been me and grandmother here, it’s usually quiet, more people would make it lively.”

“No worries, I’ll come over often for a meal.” Song Ying laughed, “After all, upcoming cooperation between our two families, I plan to make my mark here.”

Zhang Qingrui walked to the table, smoothing her skirt as she sat, casually saying, “Grandmother said this time Old Master Song invested to give your Song family member some practice?”

“Just say Luo Qiu directly.” Song Ying replied testily, “Grandfather does plan this, but it depends on people. If it doesn’t suit, won’t forcibly keep them.”

Zhang Qingrui admired, “Your Song family’s educational methods are quite unique.”

“Yours is more special!” Song Ying sighed, “Even my grandfather says you’re a rare classical beauty; he’s not one for casually complimenting others.”

Zhang Qingrui covered her chuckle, “Alright, let’s not flatter each other… For the upcoming collaboration, please guide us.”

She extended her hand, Song Ying understood, reaching out for a light handshake.

Zhang Qingrui withdrew her hand, suddenly wondered… Would he frequent work often?