Work Prophet
Chapter 634 - 7 Red Leaf Manor

Chapter 634: Chapter 7 Red Leaf Manor

Although the Empire was in great crisis, Li Yu still had to leave work when the time came.

Moreover, after work, he went to the tailor shop to pick up the suit he had ordered more than twenty days ago.

The tailor recommended by Hephaestus was a very young woman, who seemed to be only three or four years older than him.

And since tailoring greatly values experience, Li Yu was a bit hesitant when he first met Gu Anan.

But later, Gu Anan dispelled Li Yu’s doubts with her actions.

She didn’t even need to use a measuring tape, she had Li Yu take off his coat and was able to visually measure and accurately report the measurements of various parts.

Moreover, she recommended materials and styles based on Li Yu’s face shape, body shape, budget, and the occasions for use.

In the end, Li Yu spent sixteen thousand yuan to order this single-breasted, peak lapel, waist-tapered suit made of pure wool.

After retrieving the finished garment, Li Yu tried it on and found the effect was indeed excellent, incomparable to those ordinary ready-made clothes he had bought online.

Gu Anan stepped back two steps, took a look at her masterpiece, and was also very satisfied. "Wearing the clothes I made to the annual meeting, you definitely won’t be embarrassed."

"Thank you," Li Yu paid the final payment.

"You’re welcome," Gu Anan pushed up her single-lens glasses. "Tonight you will definitely not regret coming."

Li Yu was somewhat surprised by her words, "Are you saying this as a courtesy or..."

"I’m serious, every third era employee who has attended the annual conference has felt this way."

"I never told you where I work, did I? How do you know I’m from the third era?" Li Yu asked.

"Oh, don’t worry, I used to work there too," Gu Anan said. "Afterwards, I came out to strike it out on my own, otherwise why do you think Hephaestus would recommend you to come to me for tailoring? It’s kind of care from a former colleague."

Li Yu nodded, "May I ask why you resigned?"

"Hmm?"

"The working environment and salary at the third era are quite good, aren’t they?"

"Oh, they did offer me a lot of money, and the no overtime part was indeed nice," Gu Anan said. "But personally, those beliefs, cross-dimensional travel and such, actually don’t really appeal to me.

"This shop used to belong to my grandfather. I’ve lived with him since I was a child, and I learned tailoring skills from him. After he passed away, in order to keep the shop running, I resigned and came back to take over."

"Was your resignation process smooth?"

"Well, I signed a confidentiality agreement, and then it was a normal handover. It might also be because I was just a minor finance person there, I wasn’t indispensable," Gu Anan said.

"Is that so, then I wish you a thriving business."

"That’s not necessary; I don’t like working that hard," Gu Anan said. "Receiving a few orders from time to time and slacking off usually is pretty good. After all, my grandfather already bought the shop, so I don’t need to pay rent."

Li Yu thought for a moment, then pulled a contract from his backpack. "If you also want to slack off after you die, you can sign your name here, and maybe I could take you to another dimension."

"Eh, the company has such a business now? Sounds pretty good."

Gu Anan took the contract and glanced over it briefly, but didn’t sign it, instead giving it back to Li Yu.

"Thank you, but no need. You might find it a bit odd, but indeed there are such people in the world."

"What kind of people?"

"Those who think that once you die, you should stay dead, very old-fashioned folks," Gu Anan said, hands in her pockets.

"Are you such a person?"

"I don’t know, but I think death is also a very romantic thing because nobody can say for sure what it’s like after death, so I’d rather see for myself when the time comes."

"Of course, there might be nothing at all, just completely dead, but in that case, it feels strangely relieving. After all, having lived a whole lifetime, it’d be nice to rest in peace,"

"So you don’t want to go to another world after you die?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I understand," Li Yu glanced at his Blancpain Fifty Fathoms on his wrist. "It’s about time for me to leave."

"If you need more clothes next time, feel free to come to me. I can offer you a former colleague discount, ten percent off."

Li Yu, dressed in his new suit, went straight downstairs and walked to the 3 Series parked by the roadside, pulling open the car door and getting inside.

18:15, it was rush hour, but fortunately, the annual meeting wasn’t starting until nine o’clock, so Li Yu still had time to make it beyond the Fifth Ring.

He set the navigation, turned on the radio, and drove while casually listening to the latest news.

After several "white noise" segments about various leaders attending various meetings, the broadcast shifted to international news.

One piece of news caught Li Yu’s attention, discussing how recent unexpected events in a certain area had caused beef prices to rise continually.

Li Yu silently finished listening and then switched the station to the music channel.

...

Han Bin parked his Magotan under a locust tree, turned off the engine, and then fished out a pair of binoculars from the back seat.

He looked towards a distant mansion.

This private estate named Red Leaf was situated halfway up a hill, covering an area of over 1.6 hectares.

Even in a city like B, filled with the wealthy and powerful, it was truly a top-tier mansion.

However, there was not much information available about the manor online; who owned it, and what it looked like inside was unknown to the public.

What Han Bin could see was that there were quite a few security guards at the gate, not just decorative ones like those at ordinary residential areas. Most appeared to be ex-military, and seasoned veterans at that.

The patrols’ routes and timings were well planned; in other words, it was nearly impossible to infiltrate.

The more challenging it appeared, the more Han Bin believed that something was amiss with the Third Era.

What kind of company has an annual meeting with such an elaborate setup, with such tight security? One might think that the guests arriving tonight were high-ranking national officials.

Moreover, the mysterious owner of Red Leaf Manor was very likely related to the Third Era as well.

To be honest, Han Bin was getting scared. The opposition clearly wasn’t simple, and he was just a mere captain in the criminal police division.

Neither his superiors nor his subordinates understood why he was so fixated on this seemingly pristine company with not a single criminal record.

At times, Han Bin felt like a fool with a stubborn streak. His old boss had even hinted he should focus back on his main job and he would be promoted to an exchange position abroad next year.

But the thought of that eleven-year-old girl named Tang Mengjia and her missing body made it impossible for Han Bin to just let go.

Moreover, he had been having nightmares more frequently lately, all revolving around the apocalypse.

Those dreams... they were so vivid.

Han Bin had seen a psychologist and even consulted a specialist, but they attributed it to his great job stress and irregular work hours.

They prescribed him some medication to help calm his spirit, but Han Bin, being a detective, was naturally wary of potentially addictive substances, so he left them untouched.

However, lately his head had even started to ache, his vision blurring as if someone was forcibly holding his head under water.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t raise his head; he tried to scream in his dreams, but when he opened his mouth, only bubbles came out.