Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 3679 Miss Sakura's Confidence

Sister Qing is a very enthusiastic person, and Ji Ran is not accustomed to her initiative that breaks the sense of boundaries.

However, considering the hourly wage of 500...

"...Do I really have to change into this kind of clothes?" Ji Ran asked, looking around with a hint of wariness.

It's not exactly revealing, but she has never worn a cheongsam before... Not to mention high heels and black stockings—later, they will also have a unified hairstyle and makeup.

The etiquette ladies are all dressed uniformly. Looking at the room temporarily rented as a changing room, where a dozen young and beautiful girls were busy changing clothes and applying makeup, Ji Ran hesitated slightly before agreeing.

Judging from the smile that hadn't disappeared from Sister Qing's face since she picked up the person, she was clearly very satisfied with this friend from the group, [Four Seasons Flowers Bloom].

In fact, Sister Qing was a little worried, but fortunately, [Four Seasons Flowers Bloom] did not disappoint her... On the contrary, she was pleasantly surprised.

Ji Ran's natural beauty was simply astonishing to Sister Qing... In this era of widespread artificial enhancements, it was truly possible to find such a pure and natural beauty. Her skin was so tender that water seemed to seep out without any embellishment!

"I've found a treasure." Sister Qing watched Ji Ran walk into the bathroom to change clothes with satisfaction, and her smile only slightly subsided.

At this moment, a girl with a pure appearance, already dressed up, walked over. "Sister Qing, where did you find such a treasure... Is she a college student?"

"Picked her up from the group." Sister Qing glared at the girl. "How many times have I told you not to call me Mom? Control yourself! The people coming to the event today are all from the upper class. They are not the kind of guys you used to meet in karaoke rooms who would rub your stockings until they had fuzzballs. It's too degrading, and they'll find you disgusting!"

The girl shrugged and casually lit a cigarette for women. "Got it, I need a cold and aloof persona, right? Isn't it just a matter of a few minutes after a little shaking? It's just the difference between scum and beasts."

Sister Qing unceremoniously extinguished the girl's cigarette. "Which goddess reeks of smoke? Go rinse your mouth!"

"Got it!" The girl rolled her eyes.

Sister Qing clapped her hands forcefully at this time. "Girls, hurry up, we're going to enter the venue soon. Anyone with bad breath, drink a bottle of mouthwash for me!"

"...Will that kill someone?"

...

In the bathroom, Ji Ran carefully checked the clothes... There were no hidden needles or anything like that on the clothes. She carefully smelled them, and the smell was quite clean, without any extra things.

Overall, it felt alright?

It was her first time wearing this kind of clothing that could show off her figure, and she felt quite novel... After she changed clothes in the bathroom, she received another wave of Sister Qing's surprised gazes.

"I'll take you to meet the event management at the venue later. You follow me... Come, let's do your makeup first!"

I wonder if I can find a chance to slip out later?

Ji Ran was still thinking about meeting the woman who looked like Song Jiaoxi from the academy outside the door... After all, she only caught a glimpse, and she wasn't sure if she had seen correctly.

Ji Ran, who was thinking about things in her heart, didn't pay much attention to what Sister Qing was saying, and just nodded passively in agreement.

After the makeup was done, she made an excuse to go to the bathroom again, hid the commonly used silver needles in her updo, and carefully checked that there were no problems before following the group of girls out of the room.

"Have you memorized the information I gave you?" Sister Qing handed everyone an earpiece at this time. "Wear them later, I'll support you at any time. Don't reveal any flaws!"

"What is this for?" Ji Ran was stunned for a moment, looking at the earpiece that the other party handed over with some incomprehension.

"Look at me, I forgot!"

Sister Qing patted her forehead and pulled Ji Ran aside.

"This is for helping you with the exam... Oh, that is, when you receive guests visiting the art exhibition later, if the guests ask questions, I will be listening at any time. If you encounter professional questions, I can help you find information!"

...There's such an operation?

Ji Ran gained another experience and silently put on the earpiece... It was actually bone conduction, just hanging on the auricle. It was quite comfortable?

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a suit hurried over. Before he arrived, he greeted first, "Sister Qing, Sister Qing! Are your people ready?"

Sister Qing said: "I don't care. I've already brought the people here. Even if your young lady doesn't want them, I won't refund the money."

"Alright, alright, if they really get rejected, I'll make up the money to you privately, alright?"

"That's more like it." Sister Qing put on a smile again. "Brother Wang, after the event is over, want to have a couple of drinks?"

Brother Wang glanced at the ripe body and shook his head, "What's the use of a peach that can't be eaten?"

Sister Qing said with a smile: "If you get on my bed, you have to register with me... Do you still want to eat it?"

Brother Wang chuckled twice... This woman is poisonous. "Alright, come with me."

...

...

Inside the negotiation room, Song Ying, who had already changed into a custom-made outfit, was currently looking at the list of attendees with the accompaniment of her female assistant.

Several of the hotel's management were nervously guarding beside her.

"Alright, that's it." Song Ying circled a few names on the list with a pen. "Try not to offend these guests and take good care of them."

"Understood, young lady!" The managers responded quickly.

Song Ying waved her hand, and the few people breathed a sigh of relief and left one after another.

Song Ying took a sip of water to moisten her throat, "Is there anything else?"

"Miss, didn't you say you wanted to see the etiquette ladies?" The female assistant quickly said.

"Oh... Are the people here?" Song Ying asked casually.

She didn't really care much about this art exhibition salon held at the [Song Dynasty Hotel] today... If that scoundrel Song Haoran hadn't suddenly called, she should be racing at the supercar club's track right now.

She drove over in a high-profile supercar because she happened to be at the club's track and was short on time.

She recalled what Song Haoran had said on the phone.

Today's art exhibition was initiated by a Japanese consortium. This consortium had some [business] dealings with the Song family in the past.

The Song family crossed the ocean in their early years and took root in South America, far across the ocean... The accumulation of capital is always accompanied by bloodshed, so the Song family has its own private armed forces and also undertakes some mercenary business.

The Japanese had been plotting in the land of Samba for a long time. In that chaotic country, they inevitably encountered a lot of trouble... And thus had some business dealings with the Song family.

The Song family's attitude towards this was quite subtle. Some people, on the one hand, felt that earning money wasn't shameful, and on the other hand, adhered to the principle of taking advantage whenever possible.

After all, there were many people who followed them to make a living, and the old man couldn't restrict them too much. Anyway, the bottom line was that the guns couldn't be pointed at compatriots. Other races could do whatever they wanted... As long as he couldn't see it, he would pretend he didn't see it.

Just as she was thinking about these Song family histories, Song Haoran's phone call came again.

Song Ying was constantly complaining about this prodigal uncle... When will this guy settle down, get married, and have children so that I can finally breathe a sigh of relief?

"I'm at the venue, do you have any other instructions, old man?"

"So impulsive, did you eat gunpowder?" Song Haoran looked nonchalant.

In a luxurious villa in a certain city, Song Haoran was on the treadmill, talking on the phone with Song Ying, but his eyes were on the [First Sun Princess] sitting quietly in the courtyard outside the window, and his thoughts were a little confused.

“Spit it out!” Song Ying said unhappily.

That's just how she talks, without a father, mother, or family education since she was a child. She has experienced hundreds of assassinations by enemies at a young age, and her latent violent genes are already maxed out—she would rather jump off the hotel rooftop than become gentle!

“Let's talk business.” Song Haoran recovered his scattered thoughts, “Did you see anyone from the [Daidouji] Consortium?”

“No, I don't want to see them!” Song Ying replied bluntly.

“...You'd better meet them. This exhibition is just a gimmick. There will be bigger moves later.” Song Haoran said helplessly.

Song Ying frowned, “What's the matter?”

Song Haoran thought for a while and said, “The news I received is that the island country will probably use the name of the [Daidouji] Consortium to return some cultural relics to Shenzhou in exchange for some residence quotas in [Qilin City].”

“Are you overthinking it?” Song Ying opened her mouth incredulously, “Don't they have any self-awareness?”

Song Haoran said indifferently: “Of course it won't be that easy. The [Daidouji] Consortium is here to negotiate with a mission. This exhibition is just a stepping stone.”

Song Ying played with the pen in her hand and asked thoughtfully, “What does the old man mean?”

“We listen to the leaders.” Song Haoran said indifferently: “We will cooperate with whatever the higher-ups ask us to do... But the residence qualifications in [Qilin City] are probably difficult to give. Even if they give some, it won't be much, and there will be strict restrictions. The future plan for [Qilin City] will have four satellite cities built next to the [Extraordinary Forbidden Zone]. Most of them will be given to these. Currently, the guys with international capabilities and financial resources are also aiming at these satellite cities.”

Song Ying seemed to have thought of something, “No wonder you asked me to invest in that land in Nanshan last time... You must have heard the news early, right?”

Song Ying couldn't estimate how well-informed Song Haoran was—this guy almost holds the favors of most of the [Extraordinary] world in Shenzhou, and the connections he can leverage are simply astonishing.

“In short, we don't need to worry about the negotiation, and we shouldn't worry about it. Someone will naturally follow up.” Song Haoran said directly: “You just need to take care of the people from the [Daidouji] Consortium during this period.”

“It wouldn't be some lewd young master, would it?” Song Ying said unhappily.

“Relax, the one coming this time is the consortium's young lady, Daidouji Yuga, not even twenty years old, the most beautiful age.” Song Haoran chuckled, “If it weren't inconvenient for me, I would have gone myself.”

“Why don't you go die?”

“Aww, love you!”

“Go explode, you jerk!”

Miss Ying snorted coldly, almost dropping the phone—the female assistant was already prepared to catch it.

Song Ying silently put down her phone, “Didn't you say the etiquette training was here? Where are the people?”

“I'll arrange it right away!”

…

Ji Ran still heard some content from the conversation between Sister Qing and the supervisor named Brother Wang... The person they will meet later is the group's young lady.

With Sister Qing's level, she can't reach this level at all, so besides knowing that the group's young lady must be surnamed Song... she knows nothing else.

Surnamed Song?

What a coincidence?

While she was thinking wildly, she saw a wavy-haired woman in a high-end custom dress appearing in front of everyone with a cold expression.

Ji Ran fully looked at every part of this woman—confirmed, this woman is indeed Instructor Song... exactly the same!

No... there is some difference in temperament.

Instructor Song of Jixia Academy is indifferent, unconcerned... but the one in front of her gives people a cold and glamorous, thorny rose, not easy to mess with feeling.

While Ji Ran was quietly sizing up Miss Ying, Song Ying was also carefully looking at these etiquette trainees... She actually wasn't in the mood, just glanced at them casually, then nodded, feeling that the image was passable, and then turned and left directly.

“Okay, enter the venue later.”

Brother Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Sister Qing silently. Sister Qing naturally had a happy expression on her face... All passed, her commission is not small.

…

Song Ying left directly after seeing the people.

Unexpectedly, an etiquette trainee suddenly rushed out at this time, and shouted for some reason, “Instructor Song!”

Song Ying turned around in doubt, not speaking, just frowning.

The accompanying female assistant took a step forward, blocked her slightly, and said in a deep voice: “Miss, what are you shouting?”

“Oh... it's nothing.” Ji Ran shook her head and said calmly: “I thought this lady looked a bit like a friend of mine... It turns out I saw the wrong person.”

“Friend?” The female assistant was even more vigilant.

If this wasn't [Qilin City], she would have drawn her gun by now... It's just that Song Ying has experienced too many assassinations, and these bodyguards assigned to Miss Ying have developed an instinctive reaction.

Only after returning to the country, especially after landing in [Qilin City], has this kind of thing not happened.

“Yes, a friend of mine.” Ji Ran nodded, “She is a teacher and looks quite like this lady... But after seeing clearly, I found that it's different again. I'm sorry, I disturbed you.”

“What happened?”

Hearing the movement, Brother Wang and Sister Qing hurried out... Just now, Ji Ran walked out quickly without saying a word, and Sister Qing was scared. At this time, when she looked at the corridor, she thought, is it going to be bad?

“Miss, what happened?” Brother Wang asked nervously immediately.

Song Ying quickly grasped everyone's mentality, then pointed to Ji Ran and said indifferently: “It's nothing, I think this lady looks a bit like an acquaintance, a misunderstanding, don't make a fuss.”

“So, this is your friend!” Brother Wang's expression changed slightly.

“Just a bit like.” Song Ying said indifferently: “Okay, go do your work, it's about to start, don't delay the work.”

…

“Don't be so reckless next time, otherwise I won't look for you for future events.”

Sister Qing could see some clues, but at this time, the group's young lady didn't care, so she didn't plan to participate much, just whispered a few instructions.

“I will pay attention, Sister Qing.” Ji Ran said with a slight apology.

…

Miss Ying walked with a breeze in the corridor.

The female assistant followed closely, always keeping a step away.

Song Ying suddenly said: “Check the woman just now.”

“Okay.”

Miss Ying, with her aura maxed out, nodded and walked to the corner of the corridor, but suddenly her face changed slightly... She pulled the female assistant behind her, leaned against the wall, turned around, and pretended to be waiting for the elevator.

Behind them, two women were talking about something and walking slowly.

“I'm so hungry... Sister, do you think the salon later will provide food?”

“Eat, eat, eat, all you know is to eat! Today is to work, not to eat a buffet! I received news that an ancient painting lost abroad will be exhibited at the exhibition today. Take more photos for me later!”

“Got it…”

The voice gradually faded away.

Miss Ying breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

—Why is this woman here?

“Miss, you this?” The female assistant asked cautiously at this time.

Song Ying said with a bad expression: “Did the company arrange for anyone to come in for an interview today?”

The female assistant said rather helplessly: “You're talking about Editor-in-Chief Ren... Didn't you say you wouldn't ask about the magazine, probably came to the door herself... Or, should I call Miss Ren away?”

“Forget it, let it be.” Song Ying waved her hand.

—Making myself seem so insecure!