Work Prophet
Chapter 635 - 8: Secret Investigation at Red Leaf Manor

Chapter 635: Chapter 8: Secret Investigation at Red Leaf Manor

Han Bin continued to observe the opposite situation through his binoculars, and he saw vehicles passing by one by one.

Lamborghinis, Bentleys, Paganis, Ferraris...except for one BMW 3 series, almost all were luxury cars worth millions, even tens of millions.

They entered the manor gate like ghosts, and the guards outside quickly let them through after checking the identities of the guests without conducting further inspections on the vehicles.

Seeing this, Han Bin felt as if he had grasped something crucial. Then he sat back down in his car and started the engine.

There was only one private manor on this small hill, which meant that everyone coming up the hill was definitely there for the evening’s annual meeting.

If he could quietly catch a ride in one of these cars, he could breach the outermost security layer and infiltrate Red Leaf Manor unnoticed.

Thinking this, Han Bin drove his Magotan to the foot of the hill. He turned on the hazard lights, opened a car door, and set up a warning sign behind it, creating the illusion of a breakdown.

He then hid himself in the bushes on the other side of the road.

Four cars passed by consecutively, and it wasn’t until the fifth one that a car stopped—it was a gentian blue Panamera. A foreigner with blond hair, a horse-face, and blue eyes, a typical Slav appearance, got out of the car.

As he walked towards the Magotan, he asked in broken Chinese if the person inside the car needed help.

However, when he reached the car, he found it empty.

The foreigner looked a bit puzzled and looked around again, but still did not see the owner of the Magotan nearby.

Meanwhile, Han Bin had already darted out of the bushes and stealthily slipped into the Panamera.

Han Bin curled up his body, pressing it between the driver’s seat and the car door as much as possible.

However, this prevented him from seeing the foreigner outside the car who waved his hand and pushed the ownerless Magotan to the side of the road.

The foreigner looked at the now wider road, clapped his hands in satisfaction, then turned and returned to his car, continuing towards Red Leaf Manor halfway up the hill.

In the back seat, Han Bin tried hard to control his heartbeat, not daring to breathe loudly.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped again. Han Bin knew they had arrived at the manor gate.

The foreigner rolled down the window and stretched his left hand out to a machine that resembled a punch clock and pressed his fingerprint.

A green light quickly lit up on the device, but the foreigner did not drive off immediately. Instead, he took out a cigar and asked the guard, "Got a light, my friend?"

The guard he had addressed shook his head. Just as the foreigner was feeling disappointed, another guard took out a lighter from his pocket, stepped forward, and lit the foreigner’s cigar.

The latter took a deep puff, blew out a ring of smoke, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He then pointed at the guard, "Wait for it!"

As he spoke, he stretched his other hand back, fumbling on the back seat, but he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

Han Bin’s heart had raced up to his throat, worried that the foreigner would lean his whole body back soon and that even if he hid well, it would be difficult not to be found.

Many thoughts flashed through Han Bin’s mind at that moment, and he knew he had to take a risk.

So the next moment, he reached out and nudged the backpack on the back seat towards the foreigner’s hand, enabling the latter to successfully grab the backpack.

"Ha, right here, my little treasures."

The foreigner did not become suspicious and brought the backpack over from the back seat, unzipping it.

He took out something unknown from the inside and threw it to the security guard, eliciting a chorus of exclamations.

He burst into laughter, tossed the backpack onto the passenger seat, and with a cigar in his mouth, drove his Panamera into the manor.

Since the zipper was open, Han Bin could see what was packed inside the backpack—renminbi.

Bundles of renminbi, each bundle approximately 4—5 cm thick, which meant each was almost fifty thousand yuan.

Han Bin had heard that some wealthy foreigners gave money to the poor, but this was his first time witnessing someone who handed out fifty thousand yuan just for lighting a cigarette.

This also indicated from another aspect that the business of the Third Era was not simple, employing so many wealthy staff below.

The Panamera drove a good distance again before it finally stopped once more.

The foreigner got out of the car and threw the car keys to an approaching butler, and Han Bin wanted to get out as well, but not knowing the external situation, he decided it was wiser to stay in the car.

The butler parked the Panamera in the manor’s garage, and Han Bin waited patiently until the butler got out and walked away before he cautiously sat up and looked out of the window first.

Unlike the tight security outside, there were hardly any guards visible inside Red Leaf Manor, probably employing a strategy of tight outside, loose inside.

This was likely to avoid disturbing tonight’s guests as much as possible, and Han Bin guessed that it might also be because some shady dealings were expected to occur tonight.

Thinking this, he perked up, gently opened the car door, and slipped out.

Han Bin cautiously surveyed his surroundings; it was an underground garage and seemed to be multi-leveled as he noticed a spiral ramp in the northeast corner—just this floor alone had around fifty parking spots.

The entire garage was beautifully designed, reminiscent of a museum, with the spaces between parking spots separated by display cases.

They contained ancient artifacts, from the East, the West, and even some countries Han Bin had never heard of.

Han Bin was no expert in this area and could not determine the actual value of these artifacts.

But if they were all authentic, they would definitely not be cheap.

And the manor’s owner just casually displayed them in the garage; Han Bin could not imagine what the cost would be if a car accidentally crashed into a few of these display cases.

Indeed, are all wealthy people crazy?

Han Bin subsequently noticed that the collections in those display cases seemed to all relate to mythologies of various civilizations.

For example, in the display case to his left was a Shabti, which, as the description below explained, was a funerary item used by the Ancient Egyptians, inscribed with spells on its body and legs to serve as the deceased’s servant in the underworld.

To his right, the display case housed a Jade Handle Magic Sword, which by the talismans on its hilt appeared to belong to Taoism.

Seeing the Jade Handle Magic Sword, Han Bin suddenly remembered something, pulled out his phone to take a picture of it, and thought about sending it to the station to check if this might constitute a crime of smuggling artifacts.

But he quickly realized his phone had no signal.