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A mature yet slightly languid voice came from beneath the wide-brimmed pointed hat.

Upon hearing this, Chris quickly averted his gaze and strode towards the company as if nothing had happened.

He was terrified that if he looked at them again, they would start a divination and ask him for money.

Chris had no doubt that the other party would do such a thing, given the nature of this kind of charlatan profession.

A fortune telling costs 50 copper crowns. If you can fool just one person a day, you can earn 15 silver crowns a month, which is more than your monthly salary.

With such high prices, it's no wonder they set up a stall on Enclave Street.

This price is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If they met on the street on a day off, he might even be interested in haggling with the other person and asking what kind of cards they were holding.

But at this point in time, he can't linger here any longer.

……

After Chris left, a young woman wearing a small white round hat, a blue and white brocade dress, and carrying a perfume bag adorned with intricate floral patterns stopped abruptly as she passed the stall, just like Chris.

"What an adorable kitten."

The young woman didn't see any strange stalls; all she saw was a black cat with shiny black fur and a slender, elegant figure.

She instinctively wanted to bend down and pet the adorable kitten.

But the cat didn't want to be petted. Just as the young woman's left hand, clad in a white silk glove, was about to touch it, the black cat quickly turned around and darted into the gap between the two buildings opposite.

Once inside the crevice, the black cat blended almost seamlessly into its surroundings. It glanced back, but not at the young woman who had tried to pet it; instead, it looked in the direction Chris had left.

After its vertical pupils, glowing with a purple luster, contracted rapidly several times, the cat turned its head and disappeared into the shadows.

The young woman stared at the crack in the wall where the black cat had disappeared, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

"It really looks like a little black tower."

……

Five minutes later, Chris appeared at the company entrance right on time.

At this moment, he was still recalling the playing cards he had seen at that stall, and felt a slight regret that he hadn't been able to see the stall owner's face.

The other person's hat brim was so wide and deliberately pulled down that it was impossible to see without bending over, but that would be too impolite.

After joining the company, Chris quickly got to work.

The work of a leatherworker was tedious for Chris.

His title in the company is Senior Craftsman, followed by Senior Craftsman and Master Craftsman.

This so-called senior craftsman is actually just the lowest-level technical worker in the company; he has no one below him.

Chris, a low-level leatherworker working in the company, was not allowed to freely express himself.

The company's various styles of leather bags all have prescribed designs, and apart from a few people with the title of master craftsman, no one else is qualified to participate in the research and development of new products each quarter.

……

At 7:05 p.m., Chris walked out of the company building.

His face showed no sign of relaxation after get off work; instead, it appeared rather grave.

A major incident occurred at the company today; to be precise, his studio encountered a problem.

A young man from the Louis family was parachuted into the company as a senior executive, tasked with settling accounts with the craftsmen for stealing scrap materials in the past.

Several leatherworkers took too much, and the materials they took included many rare leathers produced by the company's outlying factories.

These people were targeted a month ago, and today they were caught red-handed and taken directly to the police station.

All senior process engineers who were in middle management had their salaries deducted for this month.

The original owner did not participate in these things and could be considered an eccentric and unconventional person even in the leatherworker's workshop.

Chris started taking a little bit of scrap material occasionally about a month ago. All the scrap he took was just enough to make a small women's handbag.

Chris was very glad that he chose to go along with his colleagues after he traveled through time.

Otherwise, I wonder how many people would think they were the ones who reported it today.

Even so, in the last hour before he left work, he felt several gazes on his back, glancing at him from time to time.

This kind of thing is hard to explain; the more you explain, the more suspicious it becomes.

Fortunately, tomorrow is his day off, so he doesn't have to face the strange looks from his colleagues.

Chris composed himself and turned to walk towards Madison Asset Management.

……

008 Enclave Avenue, Madison Building.

Chris stood at the front desk, took out the letter, and explained his purpose.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit, with slicked-back hair and shiny blond hair under the lights, greeted Chris.

"Hello, I'm Irving, the senior manager here. Please show me your credentials."

……

Madison Building, a VIP room on the second floor.

"Mr. Chris, your identity has been verified. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, the man named Owen quickly left the VIP room.

Chris didn't ask any further questions upon seeing this. It seemed that the other party was just someone responsible for initially verifying the visitor's information.

The other party's senior manager title may not be much different from one's own senior craftsman title.

After Irving left, Chris looked at the desserts and tea on the coffee table in front of him, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

According to the usual routine, he should already be on the tram home by now.

Once home, he would start preparing dinner. He wasn't a skilled cook, so he would simply stew smoked meat and various seasonal vegetables together and serve it with sliced ​​wheat bread.

He was actually quite hungry now.

Without standing on ceremony with this wealthy and powerful company, Chris casually picked up the desserts on the coffee table and started eating, while also sipping some warm tea from his cup.

I must say, this dessert tastes really good, and it's even more wonderful when paired with the aroma of tea.

Chris didn't have the habit of drinking tea in his previous life, but his family had tea leaves and tea-making utensils, so he would occasionally brew a little tea.

But the tea brewed at home is definitely not as good as the tea here.

After finishing a few desserts, Chris took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and then stopped eating.

The main reason was that there were only two desserts left on the plate. It would be awkward to eat them all, but leaving one wouldn't look good, so he chose to leave two.

Just as Chris was looking at his two remaining desserts with satisfaction, there was a gentle knock on the VIP room door.

Chris looked toward the doorway, following the sound.

A middle-aged man with a monocle on his left eye, wearing a black suit, a neatly folded white handkerchief in his breast pocket, and slicked-back, dark, metallic hair was standing in the doorway, quietly watching me.

"Mr. Chris, the package is ready. Please follow me."