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Chapter 39: Lucky Day?
Chapter 39: Lucky Day?
Huh?
Standing guard outside the door in his small-sized uniform, Lyon couldn't help but blink in surprise upon hearing the cries from within.
Just a few hours ago, he had learned about the news of "Seven Sheep Offal" and unexpectedly discovered the whereabouts of one of them. He casually made up a story to gather information, only to stumble upon a board meeting of the Water Supply Company.
As he was pondering how to sneak in and identify the person, an incident occurred inside the meeting room, and a familiar-sounding female voice cried out, asking for immediate assistance.
Is my luck today a little too good?
"I'm here!"
Temporarily setting aside his thoughts about luck, Lyon struggled to pull open the heavy oak door and rushed into the meeting room. Black Sheep's excited shouts immediately rang in his mind, impatiently urging him to take action.
"To the right! That little blonde guy! He's the one who touched my heart!"
Blonde... The Lane family has had blonde hair for generations, and there was only one blonde person in the room, so Black Sheep's target was from the Lane family?
Lyon glanced at the middle-aged blonde man, memorizing his build and appearance. He slightly lowered his head, using the brim of his hat to cover most of his face, and then quickly rushed towards the woman who had fallen to the left.
"Quick!"
Not realizing that the security guard who had just entered was a "familiar face," the young girl with a doll-like face, seeing her mother already having a seizure, grabbed Lyon's arm and tearfully cried out:
"Go find a doctor quickly! Hurry and call for help, carry her..."
"Don't move her yet!"
After a quick glance at the middle-aged woman's condition, Lyon recognized it as a possible epileptic seizure. He had hesitated earlier about whether to help, feeling that intervening might expose his identity.
But recalling what he had heard while standing guard outside, this Mrs. Char from Char Department Store seemed to be taking responsibility for the compensation for the public water supply incident. To prevent further complications, Lyon ultimately stopped the doll-faced girl.
He instructed her to calm down and lay the middle-aged woman flat, turning her head to the side to prevent choking on saliva. Lyon then stood up and scanned the surroundings. He quickly tore off a piece of lining from the nearby sofa cushion, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the woman's mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue.
"Almost there... Just lift her chin slightly, and loosen any tight clothing to ensure smooth breathing!"
"Okay, I'll do it!"
In this sudden situation, the most dangerous thing was not knowing what to do.
Instinctively following Lyon's instructions, the girl completed a series of actions. As the only one who seemed to know what to do, Lyon became the focus of her tearful gaze as she asked:
"And then? What else should we do?"
"Wait a few minutes and see if she recovers on her own."
Turning to the other "temporary gate guard," Lyon instructed him to find a small cart as a precaution. Then, crouching down, he whispered reassuringly:
"I've seen this condition before. As long as she doesn't choke or bite her tongue, she should recover in a few minutes. If her condition doesn't improve, keep her in this position and push her to a doctor. There shouldn't be any life-threatening danger."
"Okay! Thank you... Thank you so much!"
Hearing that there was no immediate life threat, the doll-faced girl finally relaxed.
Feeling her legs go weak, she leaned back and plopped down like a little duck onto the carpet. With one hand under the middle-aged woman's jaw, she sobbed and repeatedly thanked Lyon.
This entire situation seemed complex, but in reality, it all happened in less than a minute. The others in the room, startled by the sudden incident, also breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The joint takeover of Char Department Store's assets was merely a business matter, albeit with some irregular operations. However, with the combined strength of their families, they were confident in suppressing any retaliation. But if Mrs. Char were to have a heart attack and die on the spot, the nature of the situation would change drastically.
In today's world, one cannot simply rely on noble status to suppress merchants without resistance. If the situation escalates and catches the attention of the Commercial Federation, causing them to unite against the three families, they might face a joint boycott from the merchants.
The Commercial Federation also holds a significant number of parliamentary seats, making them a formidable political force. If they feel threatened and unite, coupled with the influence of the elderly Mr. Char, the vice president of the federation, the three families might have to face a severe backlash.
"Well done!"
Seeing a potential upheaval averted, the directors were overjoyed, and the administrator of the water supply company heaved a sigh of relief. With a beaming smile, he addressed Leon, "Your salary for this month will be doubled! Go and find your department's... um..."
The administrator was puzzled, looking at the strange employee wearing a security uniform but carrying a large broom.
"Which department are you from? Security or cleaning?"
"Security! I'm from the security department."
Leon put on the simple smile he learned from the old man at the coffee stand and shyly lowered his head, saying with sincerity, "There have been disturbances outside these days. Our manager is afraid that some unruly people might sneak in and disturb the esteemed guests, so he arranged for us to stand guard outside. And in case of any emergencies, we can also lend a hand. I didn't expect it to come in handy."
"Good, very good!"
The administrator nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, shooing Leon away. "If you're from the security department, go find your manager, Andrew, and tell him that your salary for this month will be doubled, and your subsequent salary will be increased by 30% on top of the base! That's all, you can go now!"
"Okay!"
Although Leon was annoyed with the room full of bastards, he had successfully gathered information, confirmed the location of one of the sheep offal, and was about to obtain evidence of the water supply company's illegal operations. Knowing when to retreat, Leon suppressed his hat brim and was about to leave with the broom in hand.
However, something eerie happened. As Leon turned to leave, the sheep's head in the shopping bag swayed slightly with his movement, and the sharp horns tore through the bag once more, falling out and landing with a thud on the carpet, facing the directors.
(⊙⊙)?
(⊙⊙)?
(⊙⊙)?
Speaking of which, this scene felt somewhat familiar... "This... I'm sorry, my wife loves sheep's head soup. I bought this at the market early in the morning and was planning to take it home after work."
Leon, with a straight face, told the same lie as before, bending down with agility to pick up the sheep's head, ready to make a quick retreat while they were still stunned.
Unfortunately for him, the security uniform's shirt was a bit short, and the pockets were noticeably high. As Leon leaned forward, the ID card originally in his chest pocket slid out in a peculiar manner.
The ID card bounced happily on the carpet, drawing a mischievous arc before landing right in front of the directors. The unique emblem of the Police Department gleamed under the light.
(｀Д)!！
(｀Д)!！
(｀Д)!！
And that wasn't all. At this critical moment, a loud thud came from outside the conference room.
The security manager, who had just returned from the archives, was momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of the suddenly open conference room door, the esteemed guest lying on the floor foaming at the mouth, and Leon bending down beside him to pick up the Police Department's ID card. He threw down the documents in his hand and pointed at Leon, his face pale as he screamed, "It wasn't me! He forced me to do all this! I don't know anything!"
(End of Chapter)
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