Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 301 An Office that Wasnt Leveled Up.

The police station.

Yelgo was snoozing--- Of course, not because there were no jobs to do.

It was because he stayed up to write a report last night and had no time to rush home to tidy himself up. He just kept on working.

Suddenly, the office door was opened. Yelgo woke with a start and stood upright, "Mr. Victor! I’m not loafing on the job!"

"I... I’m not Mr. Victor. "

Yelgo was surprised, he turned around and only saw a civilian policewoman, he suddenly grinned with awkwardness.

The policewoman said with laugh, "Well, Mr. Victor is sitting at the cafe downstairs, he wants you to go there. He is meeting a guest, and his face looks very serious... Well, his face is still as unfriendly as always. "

"Guest?" Yelgo was stunned and he went out with doubt.

Running down the stairs to the cafe, Yelgo saw Victor in the corner. When he walked over to him, he saw the so-called ’guest’ the policewoman said.

He had a typical oriental face, black hair, wearing black coat... around 30 years old.

The eyes of this man suddenly gave Yelgo a strange pressure.

But this time, Victor also turned toward to Yelgo, "Please sit down. Let me introduce, this is Mr. Ye Yan from Lyon, France. He has some questions for you in detail, you just need to answer it honestly. "

Talking about Lyon in France... Yelgo immediately realized something. He looked at Victor and Ye Yan, "Mr. Victor, this..."

"Do you remember the Italian drug-runner arrested in Moscow two years ago?" Victor laughed, "That was a joint action, and I knew this guy from that time."

"Oh..." Yelgo primly sat down. Though they came from different systems, but they both wiped out evils. Yelgo quickly adjusted his attitude, "What questions does Mr. Ye want to ask me?"

"Then let me get to the point." Ye Yan laughed... Of course, this old man didn’t speak Russian.

They could only talk in English.

He was Ye Yan, who directly came to Moscow from France overnight just because of one message from Victor.

"I want to know about that ’corpse’." Ye Yan sternly said, "Would Mr. Yelgo please tell me the whole thing. Listen, Mr. Yelgo, it’s very important to me and my headquarters, I hope you can speak in detail!"

Yelgo subconsciously looked at Victor... Though the International Criminal Police was a very prestigious profession, it actually had no right to directly get information from other police systems.

But Victor gave an acquiescent look, Yelgo hesitated before nodding, "OK, Mr. Ye, please."

"That man, why did he turn out like that?"

Yelgo recalled, "I remember, he took out a syringe at that time and then he injected it to his neck..."

Ye Yan’s eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you sure? He really injected it? "

"Yes." Yelgo nodded, "After that his body began to swell, I’m sure of that."

Ye Yan nodded and heaved a breath, but he squinted, "Finally... I got some clues about those guys."

Yelgo... Yelgo was confused throughout.

...

Ye Yan left with satisfaction after he repeatedly asked the question and the scene more than ten times.

He said he had something else to do.

And left Yelgo and Victor here.

Yelgo couldn’t help but hesitated, "Mr. Victor... We, We revealed this matter in private, is it a little..."

"It’s not privately revealing it." Victor quietly said, "There are a lot of things involved in it, and it’s a long story. You’ll know it later."

"Ah?"

Victor suddenly took out a ticket from his suit, "This is tomorrow’s ticket to France, and this is your transfer letter."

"What? Mr. Victor, I don’t understand. "

"They are lacking good staff members in France recently. A month ago, when I contacted Ye Yan, he asked me if there were any good guys I can recommend. Of course, I spoke thoughtlessly at that time, but I recommend you."

"Mr. Mr. Victor!"

"Listen." Victor lightly said, "Don’t follow me... I don’t know how my future will be. Maybe I can go along, or maybe not. But anyway, it’s good for you to go out and gain some experience. Of course, you can refuse it, I’m not forcing you. But if you choose to stay here, I will apply to transfer you to the evidence room."

Transferring to do clerical works...meant demotion.

"Can I think about it? I think I need time to consider."

"Don’t take too long."

...

...

Yakov returned home after being busy for a whole day.

He sat on the sofa, shouting his wife, but there was no respond. So he doubtfully looked around.

When he turned back, Yakov suddenly jumped up with panic, " Who are you!"

"Mr. Curator, you shifted the misfortune onto me, but forgot who I am?"

A woman with black leather, and face was covered by a black clown headgear.

Yakov frowned, "You... You are the real F&C?"

He stepped back with alert.

"If I were you, the best choice is not to move... Otherwise, I don’t know what’s gonna happen in the room. Oh, I mean your wife, and your children."

"What do you want to do!" Yakov was shocked and angrily said.

"Where is the real ’The Nameless Maiden’?"

"’The Nameless Maiden’? Hasn’t it been returned to the art gallery?" Yakov said in a cold sweat.

"Today it reopened, and I went there." Vera sneered in the clown headgear, "But I have scanned it with some special equipment... You know, your pigments color will change under the light. I spent two days on testing the intensity of this light."

"I, I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Yakov turned his head.

"Do you?" Vera sneered again, "Do you want me to go to the art gallery to light up the so-called ’The Nameless Maiden’? I think some interesting things will happen. Oh, I have found something interesting in your house, they are documents about the use of the repair funds of the art gallery."

"You..." He took a deep breath, "Don’t, let’s have a talk. What You want is the real painting, but it’s not in my hand. It’s... It’s Efim who threatened me, and I had to do that! I directly gave the painting to him after I took it out! I really don’t know where it is. I also suspect the painting in the art gallery is fake, but I have to pretend that I don’t know that."

Vera suddenly walked to Yakov, and sharply said with the voice changer, "Mr. Curator, you know, I don’t have a good image...So I also can’t imagine what I’m going to do."

"I really don’t know that!"

"Do you? The ’real’ painting... as I got it, why is it just a ’Made-in-China’ one?"

"I, I don’t know what you’re talking about..."

Vera didn’t want to talk more, she directly pressed the man on the table, taking out a knife and suddenly stabbing it on the table--- near the curator’s face.

"Wait, Wait! Don’t kill me! I tell you all!"

Yakov was greatly frightened at this time and hurriedly said, "The painting... The painting is still in my hands! I, I know Efim didn’t understand art at all, he couldn’t imagine that I dared change the painting before I gave him... I just took a risk, I really owed a fair amount of money, you know, my family relies on my income..."

"I’m not interested in your family affairs. Where is the painting?"

"In the study... Behind the bookshelf."

Vera pushed Yakov into the study, and had him open the bookshelf. They found a painting wrapped in oilpaper here.

Yakov could only tear open the oilpaper and unwillingly take the painting out under the threat of Vera.

But when the painting was spread, Yakov showed a strange look, "How could this be! How could this be! "

He suddenly shattered the frame--- in front of Vera!

Vera was surprised by this guy’s action... Was he going to destroy the evidence? But how could he ever do this to the real ’The Nameless Maiden’?

But soon, Vera knew why Yakov showed such devastated expression.

Because this so-called the real ’The Nameless Maiden’ he kept was also ’Made-in-China’.

"How could this be! Where is my painting? Where! Where! Who stole my painting!!!" Yakov crazily rummaged everywhere in this study.

Vera looked at Yakov for a while, who also seemed to be tricked... Where was the real painting?

"I have no clue!"

Miss Vera left from the window with a disappointed face. Upon seeing Yakov’s wife and children driving back, she subconsciously sneered, "You even don’t know your family had a party today, how can you say you work for your family."

At this time, Vera’s phone rang.

"Boss Vera, the identity of the werewolf you saved was found... He is Yelgo, a Moscow policeman. But I found he has bought tomorrow’s flight to France."

"France?" Vera was stunned and then she suddenly smiled, "Vicar, good job. Let’s go on vacation to France."

"... Are you sure it’s a vacation?!!!"

"I hear that French man models are very nice."

"...what about the flight at 3 p.m.? "

...

...

Someone knocked the office door of the sub-editor, who was good at gossiping in this city.

Ren Ziling raised her head as hearing the knock; she wiped her saliva, but merely saw Lizi come in, so she rolled her eyes, "It’s you, I thought it would be the perverted chief editor."

Lizi walked in embarrassedly.

Why embarrassedly?

Because this place was like a mass grave filled with various instant noodles’ smells.

Lizi looked at the messier worktable and couldn’t help sighing, "Miss. Ren, why do I feel your life falls into the hell during the period without Luo Qiu? You don’t go back home and just sleep here."

Ren Ziling yawned, "I haven’t washed clothe for 5 days. Do you want to help me with those?"

"No!" Lizi pinched her nose and waved her hand.

Ren Ziling showed the third finger to Lizi, and stretched herself, "Anything you want to say? If no, go out! I will continue my sleep! Tell me in advance if the boss comes!"

"Miss Ren, you have an express parcel!"

"Parcel?"

"Yes." Lizi nodded, "Seems to be a painting. International express from Moscow... It should be a gift from Luo Qiu!"

"My God... Why did he mail me a painting? It can’t be eaten!"

"So... you want me to throw it?"

"Let me throw you first!"

...

Ren Ziling opened the package and found an oil painting.

Subeditor Ren who was refreshing herself with coffee twisted her neck, she didn’t feel good because of sleeping outside... Sleeping at home was good for her to replenish her energy!

After looking at the oil painting for a while, Ren Ziling found nothing, and just put the oil painting down the wall.

"’The Nameless Maiden’? what a weird name! "

But maybe that’s how art was.

When she looked at her refuse-dump-like office, she felt disappointed because the oil painting didn’t level up the office.

"How could you count on leveling up by a tourism product?" Ren Ziling shook her head and said, "Maybe it’s a ’Made-in-China’!"