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The omnidirectional wheels of the suitcase rolled over the uneven tactile paving in Jianghai City, making a light, clattering sound.

Chen Yuan's footsteps echoed in the cool breeze of early spring.

He completely forgot about the mess behind him, along with the prison-like villa.

Ding dong.

My old cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

He pushed the suitcase with one hand and slid open the screen with the other, revealing a cracked corner.

It is a pinned, bolded message from a local high-end recruitment referral group.

"Urgently seeking: Private butler for Yunding Manor in Jianghai City"

Requirements: Proficient in cooking, absolutely quiet, and absolutely no asking questions.

"Core discipline: Absolutely no face-to-face meetings, absolutely no communication."

"Monthly salary of 100,000, with the first month's advance payment settled on the same day."

Chen Yuan's gaze lingered on "monthly salary of 100,000" and "no meeting" for two seconds.

Are scam text messages these days written in such a refreshingly unconventional way?

He was about to swipe away when his finger suddenly stopped above the screen.

Genting Manor.

That extremely valuable, ultra-wealthy area in Jianghai City.

The people living there are all wealthy and powerful, and they wouldn't stoop to such a low-level scam.

Free meals and accommodation, a monthly salary of 100,000, and no emotional support required?

Isn't this a million times better than being a free low-level laborer in the Lin family for five years?

Chen Yuan dragged his suitcase and walked directly to the roadside, opening the door of a taxi.

"Master, to Cloud Top Manor."

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of an impressive black and gold carved iron gate.

The fountain inside the gate reflects the surrounding French-style gardens.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of Podocarpus macrophyllus, isolating it from the noise of the outside world.

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a smart tailcoat, was already waiting inside the door.

The old man's gaze fell on Chen Yuan's faded canvas bag.

There was no disdain, only a hint of rigorous scrutiny.

"Mr. Chen? I am the manor's butler. You can call me Uncle Fu."

Chen Yuan nodded, his tone steady, his back ramrod straight.

"Uncle Fu, I'm here to apply for the job."

Uncle Fu turned to the side and made a standard gesture of invitation.

The two walked across the spacious, even somewhat deserted, luxurious hall, their feet gleaming on the marble floor tiles.

"Mr. Chen, you mentioned on the phone that you had previously led the logistics of a large team?"

"And his cooking skills are excellent?"

Chen Yuan remained unfazed.

Over the past five years, his culinary skills have reached near-state banquet level in order to cook porridge and medicinal meals for that woman with stomach problems.

"Yes, I can cook Chinese and Western food, all kinds of cuisines," Chen Yuan answered readily.

Uncle Fu stopped and turned around.

Those cloudy eyes revealed extreme seriousness.

"Our rules here may be different from those in the outside world."

"You only need to be responsible for the employer's three meals a day on the second floor, as well as the external purchasing."

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "It's that simple?"

"No."

Uncle Fu lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing some creature deep in the corridor.

"Most importantly, you must never meet with your employer."

Chen Yuan listened quietly without interrupting.

"After the food is prepared, it is placed on the warming cabinet at the end of the second-floor corridor on time."

"Don't knock on the door, and don't try to start a conversation."

"And don't be curious about what the people inside look like."

Uncle Fu's tone became more forceful, carrying a stern warning.

"Any violation will result in immediate dismissal, do you understand?"

Chen Yuan stroked his chin.

No need to put on a smiling face, no need to be scolded, no need to be at the beck and call of a dog.

Every month, 100,000 yuan is deposited into my account on time.

This isn't just working; it's the ultimate paid vacation in capitalism.

"Deal." Chen Yuan agreed without hesitation.

Uncle Fu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders slumping slightly.

He pointed to the spiral staircase covered with a thick cashmere carpet.

"The employer's room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. You can go and familiarize yourself with the food delivery process now."

Chen Yuan picked up his canvas bag and went up to the second floor alone.

The expensive cashmere carpet absorbed all the footsteps.

The entire second floor was eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of airflow from the central air conditioning vents.

The air temperature seemed two degrees lower than on the first floor, exuding an inhuman chill.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy, dark red mahogany double door.

There were no conventional handles on the door, only a complex biometric keypad lock.

Chen Yuan stopped two meters from the door.

What kind of monster is locked behind this door?

A burly gangster with a face full of scars? A disfigured psychopath? Or some kind of wanted criminal who wants to stay out of the light of day?

Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind.

A slight rustling sound of paper coming from the gap under the door suddenly came from under the door.

rustle--

The sound was very faint, like a cat scratching at the door with its paws.

Immediately afterwards, a snow-white A4 sheet of paper was pushed out little by little along the bottom seam of the mahogany door.

The movements were slow, even somewhat tentative.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, his gaze falling on the paper.

The spotlights on the ceiling of the corridor shone on the paper, making the bold black Song typeface stand out.

The Butler's Survival Guide

Article 1: Food must be placed in the warming cabinet at the door at the designated time.

Article 2: Before returning plates, ensure that there is absolutely no one in the corridor.

Article 3: It is prohibited to produce any noise exceeding 50 decibels.

Rule 4: Never try to peek through the crack in the door!

Article 5: Violators will be dismissed on the spot and held legally responsible!

Between the lines, there is a sense of aloofness and deep defensiveness that keeps people at arm's length.

Chen Yuan bent down and picked up the paper.

His fingertips touched the edge of the paper and he noticed that the corners were slightly wrinkled.

The marks appeared to be creases made by someone squeezing their fingers tightly under extreme tension.

You can even feel a faint trace of warmth remaining on the paper.

Chen Yuan found it somewhat amusing.

This aloof employer is not only severely socially anxious, but also has quite a temper.

He casually folded the paper twice and stuffed it into his jeans pocket.

Since you've taken the money, you have to do the job.

Chen Yuan raised his head, his gaze casually sweeping over the top of the mahogany door.

There was a miniature walkie-talkie probe installed there, flashing a red light.

He didn't speak or make any unnecessary movements.

She simply reached out and patted the dust off her clothes, preparing to turn around and go downstairs to the kitchen to see what ingredients were available.

At this point, it's time to prepare his first meal after taking office.

Sudden.

A faint crackling sound of an electric microphone filled the previously silent corridor.

呲味——

The sound came directly from the built-in speaker under the door.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks instantly.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, an emotionless AI-synthesized electronic voice came through the walkie-talkie.

The voice was cold and mechanical.

However, the synthesized speech rate betrayed a subtle hint of panic and urgency.

From inside the tightly closed door, a emotionless AI-synthesized electronic voice came from: "Put the food down, take three steps back, and don't peek."