CHAPTER 479: CHAPTER 356: SEEKING GUIDANCE

In the corridor, they suddenly bumped into three other characters to strategize with. At first glance, this seemed a bit tricky, but on careful thought, it was actually easy to solve—

When Wen Nan No.2 was created, the target chosen was Zhuang Yichen.

In other words, Wen Nan was continuously gaining pleasure value from Zhuang Yichen to keep extending the existence of Wen Nan No.2.

Given this, the best solution in this situation would be to immediately interrupt the pleasure value from the master bedroom’s Zhuang Yichen, making Wen Nan No.2 disappear on the spot.

In fact, this was exactly what Wen Nan was planning to do; however, a sudden change occurred midway—

The three room doors opened in succession, and the three women inside were about to walk out.

Just as Wen Nan No.2 was preparing to dissipate like a wisp of smoke, he saw the three women suddenly stop in their tracks.

Then, the three turned around simultaneously, looking back into their respective rooms, and each showing a slightly eerie smile.

Wen Nan No.2 was momentarily confused, not having the chance to ponder what was happening, when he saw the three women return to their rooms, closing the doors behind them.

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At the other end of the corridor, four people stood shoulder to shoulder, crowded together, peeking in the direction of the hallway, like cinema-goers lined up in a row, each with a different expression.

"Oh dear, three of them came out together, this is a disaster waiting to happen," Alex said, standing on the outermost position, his body half-leaning out, taking in the scene of half the corridor.

"Tsk tsk tsk, those who do evil will be destroyed by it. If I’d known, I might as well have stayed in my nanny’s room and finished what I hadn’t," Aunt Zhang shook her head repeatedly.

"The way you are now, my brother wouldn’t give you a glance," Qiqi said, casting a glance at Aunt Zhang, then bypassing her, walking behind Alex, and pushing his shoulder, "You’re blocking me, let me see, what’s going on now? Can my brother get out of this, if not, I’m going to step in to save the day!" Saying this, Qiqi rolled up her sleeves, prepared to rush into the corridor, but Alex stopped her firmly.

Standing at the back, Meimei raised her hands, covering her eyes, "This is a bit scary, I hope they don’t start a fight, Young Master Ye won’t be torn into three, right, oh dear, I can’t watch." Despite saying this, Meimei left two gaps between her fingers, staring intently in the direction of the corridor.

"Is it good?"

A familiar male voice came from behind on the stairs.

The four people’s backs stiffened simultaneously, then they all turned around, eyes filled with confusion as they stared at the man in front of them.

"Mr. Ye, what are you doing here?" Alex, being the farthest away, was the first to come to his senses and ask.

"Wow, brother, can you teleport?" Qiqi asked, unable to resist glancing again towards the corridor, though unfortunately, standing too far back to see the end of the hallway, "Does that mean we were just watching a false show, and the male lead wasn’t even there?"

Aunt Zhang tidied up her hair, with an unsatisfied smile on her face, said, "Mr. Ye, so you never went to those guests, did we misunderstand? If you need to, you can come and rest at my place."

Meimei, who was closest to Wen Nan, stood on the step right below him, looking up with wide, stunned eyes, "Young Master Ye, you, you you, where did you come from, how long have you been standing there?"

Wen Nan didn’t answer any of the questions, sidestepped the four, and walked straight towards the corridor in front of the row of guest rooms.

The others quickly followed him.

The morning sun mixed golden rays poured through the terrace door.

In front of them now was an empty corridor, with several guest room doors tightly shut, no sight of the guests, and Wen Nan No.2 had already vanished without a trace.

"Hey," came the soft voice of Zhuang Yichen from behind, "why is everyone crowding here?"

Scanning everyone with her eyes, Zhuang Yichen crossed her arms, complaining dissatisfied, "The sun’s up, it’s almost work time, why aren’t you all working, lazing around here?"

Chastised in person by the hostess, everyone immediately hunched their shoulders, returning to their respective posts.

Wen Nan glanced at the golden-lit hallway—

Another peaceful night had passed.

Only one night remained for this second mainline mission.

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On the way to his Western kitchen, Alex suddenly thought of something, letting out a yell: "Ow!"

Walking beside him, Aunt Zhang, who had been daydreaming, was startled by the shout, causing her to jump and lift her hand to her chest, "Oh my, why are you scaring me like that, you almost gave this old heart of mine a fright."

Alex shook his head, "Don’t pretend, I can see you’re not old at all."

Aunt Zhang diverted the topic, asking, "What happened to you just now?"

Alex, recalling his issue, became frazzled again, "I just took out the Wagyu beef to thaw. I was planning to make Wagyu sandwiches in the morning, but because of you, insisting I come see the show, I missed the best processing time. And with Chenchen’s picky tastes, that batch of meat is definitely unusable now. This is the only batch of A5 Wagyu beef left in the cold storage, what should I do?"

Aunt Zhang waved her hand, "Just change the main course."

"The other main courses that Chenchen is willing to eat all take at least two hours to prepare, we don’t have time."

Aunt Zhang thought for a moment, said, "I’ll help you."

Alex was a little hesitant, "Do you know anything about Western cooking?"

Aunt Zhang snorted, "Underestimating me? Take me to your kitchen, I’ll show you a trick. Anyway, if it doesn’t work, you can kick me out, but if it does, you’ll have me to fall back on, it’s a win-win for you, don’t you think?"

Alex pondered for a moment and felt there was no reason to refuse, so he nodded and led the other party to his "territory".

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Zhuang Yichen, as the hostess, graciously invited the guests to sit at the table in the western restaurant.

"Xiao Jun, you’re also a guest. Why not sit down for breakfast before driving?" Zhuang Yichen pointed to the rearmost seat as she spoke.

Yu Shujun silently sat there.

Wen Nan glanced at the empty seats around and followed, sitting next to her.

Yu Shujun was startled and stared at Wen Nan, her gaze saying: The host should sit next to the hostess. Why are you sitting next to me, an assistant?

Wen Nan shrugged with a candid expression, replying with his eyes: The host certainly sits wherever he wants. Why should an assistant care so much?

Standing on the other side of the long table, Zhuang Yichen glanced at the two sitting side by side, quickly looked away, and smiled at the group by the table: "Guests, sit anywhere you like, no need to be reserved."

Once everyone was seated, Alex, accompanied by Aunt Zhang and Meimei, served the dishes.

As the dishes were opened, Zhuang Yichen frowned, "What is this?!"

Wen Nan looked at the plate in front of him and saw a bowl of bloody, sticky substance.

It was presented as if taken directly from a gruesome execution site, offered raw.

This made Wen Nan think of the bloody heart he’d eaten not long ago and couldn’t help but glance at the person beside him.

Yu Shujun ignored his gaze, picked up a knife and fork, and focused on her dish.

On the other side, hearing the hostess’s question, Alex smiled and announced the dish’s name: "Truffle caviar red wine braised foie gras."

Hearing the name, Zhuang Yichen frowned so much that it could pinch a fly, "Alex! Who taught you to make such an innovative dish? How can truffle and caviar be clumsily paired with red wine braised foie gras? Do you think mindlessly piling these ingredients together can concoct a delicacy? How could an experienced western chef like you make such a naive and ignorant mistake?"

In front of so many guests, Zhuang Yichen was relentless in her criticism of the senior employee, clearly disappointed by the dish.

Wen Nan couldn’t help but look up at Alex standing respectfully nearby, but he found no embarrassment on Alex’s face. Despite the criticism, Alex just turned his head towards Aunt Zhang not far away.

Aunt Zhang stepped forward and supported him, saying: "Miss Zhuang, no matter what, you should taste it first before concluding."

Zhuang Yichen frowned more tightly, "This stuff, it’ll make me puke if I eat it."

"No, try it," Aunt Zhang said, "I guarantee the taste is good. If it’s not, you can spit it out directly."

Zhuang Yichen hesitantly cut off a piece the size of a pinky nail and put it in her mouth. Slowly savoring it, her expression relaxed a lot, "Hmm, the taste is actually quite good."

Observing Zhuang Yichen’s reaction, Wen Nan couldn’t help but reevaluate the bloody food in front of him—

Could it, like Yu Shujun’s heart, look ugly but taste as delicious as barnacle muscles?

While pondering, his plate was taken away.

Wen Nan was startled, turned his head, and saw Yu Shujun calmly poured Wen Nan’s food into her plate, found another serving for Wen Nan from who knows where, and softly whispered without moving lips: "Don’t eat hers, eat mine."

Wen Nan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the person beside him with a meaningful gaze.

"Honey," from the other side of the long table, Zhuang Yichen called, pulling Wen Nan’s thoughts back, "Drive the new car to work later~"

Wen Nan was startled, thinking that with a salary just over ten thousand, driving a nine-figure luxury supercar to work wouldn’t be called commuting; it’d be experiencing the lifestyle.

"No way," Wen Nan casually found an excuse, "I’m not good at driving. I’m not used to sports cars. Such an expensive gift, I’d be heartbroken if it got scratched or dented."

Zhuang Yichen snorted lightly, her lips curling up, but she didn’t insist further.

Eventually, Xiao Jun the assistant drove Wen Nan to work as usual.

To avoid arousing suspicion among colleagues in the office, Xiao Fei and Wenwen took Ru Huan’s car to leave first, while Qiqi and Wen Nan rode together.

On the road, recalling the phrase Yu Shujun casually mentioned the previous night, Wen Nan asked the question pressing in his heart:

"The Little White Dragon you mentioned was bought using the shuttle stamp through Feng Shuihuan’s help?"

Not understanding why the person beside him suddenly brought this up, Yu Shujun still replied truthfully: "Yes, the purchase qualification for the Void Stone cannot be obtained here, so I had to use the shuttle stamp to seek external aid."

Wen Nan nodded, "So, this shuttle stamp can be used to communicate with outside players?"

Yu Shujun likely guessed what he wanted to ask and replied: "I only have the shuttle stamp to send [to Feng Shuihuan], and it can only transmit the simplest text messages out."

During the instance, the transmission of equipment, items, gold coins, and even signals inside and outside the map is strictly prohibited.

So, even using the special item [shuttle stamp], there are many restrictions on information transmission—such as only sending messages to a specific target, only transmitting text messages, and message content not allowed to exceed 500 bytes.

But Wen Nan nodded with certainty.

"I want to find the Guild Leader of [Feng Shuihuan].

"Have a request and a question to consult him."