731: Chapter 726 The Best Team

Ding!

Key figure 'Alan de La Roche' detected, random mission triggered.

A light blue virtual panel instantly unfolded in Shen Yan's consciousness.

Mission Name: Lost Glory

Mission Description: Help Alan de La Roche, the last heir of the Delaroche family, recreate the 'Flowing Light Brocade' craft, allowing the lost glory of his family to shine anew in the modern era.

Mission Reward: One piece of intermediate wealth intelligence.

Accept?

Shen Yan's thoughts were as fast as lightning.

Accept.

Almost without any hesitation.

This mission was tailor-made for his current trip to Lyon.

It not only perfectly overlapped with his own goals but could even be considered a free reward.

More importantly, the system's prompt completely dispelled the last trace of doubt in his heart.

It proved in the most direct way—this man before him was not a fraud.

He was the person Shen Yan was looking for.

A living treasure carrying the soul of the 'Flowing Light Brocade' craft.

Thinking of this, Shen Yan released his hand.

He turned to Irene, who was completely petrified beside him, and spoke in a tone as calm as if ordering a trivial matter.

Irene.

Ah? Yes, Mr. Shen!

Irene snapped to attention, startled back to her senses.

Arrange the best hotel suite in Lyon for Mr. Delaroche.

Also, contact a top-tier styling team. Two hours from now, I want to see a completely new Mr. Delaroche.

Irene opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

Shen Yan didn't give her a chance to ask, continuing:

Furthermore, draft an employment contract immediately.

Position: Chief Technical Consultant for the Heavenly Works Creation's France Laboratory.

Annual salary...

Shen Yan paused briefly in thought.

Tentatively set at five million Euros, after tax. Plus project dividends.

Boom!

Irene felt as if her brain had been detonated by a bomb.

Five million Euros!

Annual salary!

For a homeless man?

She even suspected she was hallucinating due to jet lag.

Not just her, even Alan, who had just stopped crying, widened his eyes in shock.

No, no, sir!

He waved his hands frantically, even his French becoming somewhat slurred.

That's too much! I cannot accept so much money! I only need a place to work, I...

Mr. Delaroche.

Shen Yan interrupted him, looking at him calmly.

Your knowledge, your skills, and the heritage flowing in your blood are worth far more than this.

This five million is not a salary, but the first step to regaining the dignity that the Delaroche surname deserves.

What you need is not just a place to work, but a stage where you can concentrate and display your talents. And I can give you that stage.

Alan froze.

He looked into Shen Yan's deep eyes. There was no sympathy, no pity in them, only a pure recognition of value.

This respect shocked him more than any amount of money.

He stopped talking, merely nodding heavily, pouring all his gratitude and commitment into that single gesture.

Only then did Shen Yan turn around satisfied and get into the car.

Before the car door closed, he left one final instruction.

Irene, send that wooden carving to the hotel. Find the most professional artifact restorer and open the base.

Be careful not to damage the manuscript inside.

I want to see it tonight.

The rolls-royce phantom drove away smoothly.

Leaving only Irene and the two bodyguards standing dumbfounded on the streets of Lyon's Old Town, accompanying the ragged Alan de La Roche.

Irene took a deep breath; the smell of exhaust fumes seemed to linger in the air.

She looked at the future 'Chief Technical Consultant' beside her, then looked at the distant taillights, and finally managed to sort out a sliver of clarity from her chaotic thoughts.

She finally understood why Mr. Ning Ke had said they needed to deploy 'top resources' to treat Mr. Shen.

The logic behind this man's actions could not be judged by common sense.

He was like a chess player from a higher dimension, and every move he made was incomprehensible.

Yet, one could vaguely feel that a vast net, covering the entire industry and even subverting the future, was quietly being cast.

And she was fortunate enough to be an insignificant node on this net.

Thinking of this, her initial shock and confusion slowly transformed into an ineffable excitement and anticipation.

She took out her phone, dialed the number for the top styling salon, and her voice regained its usual competence and professionalism.

Hello, I need your best team, immediately.

Sofitel Lyon, Presidential Suite on the top floor.

Shen Yan stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the night view of the Rhône River.

The river flowed quietly, shattering the lights on both banks into a glittering, colorful dreamscape.

He didn't dwell on the scene that had just occurred on the street, nor did he contemplate the five-million-Euro contract.

His consciousness was immersed in the system's blue panel, carefully studying every word of the 'Lost Glory' mission.

Help Alan de La Roche.

Recreate the 'Flowing Light Brocade' craft.

Let the lost family glory shine anew.

This wasn't as simple as just obtaining the manuscript.

What the system demanded was a result.

A result that would allow the world to see 'Flowing Light Brocade' again.

Shen Yan's fingertips gently tapped on the cool glass, emitting a dull yet rhythmic sound.

He was constructing a massive technical blueprint in his mind.

One end of this blueprint was a destitute last heir on a Lyon street, and an ancient manuscript sealed for centuries.

The other end was the supercomputer running at high speed and hundreds of top Artificial Intelligence Engineers in the underground laboratory codenamed 'heavenly craft' located far away in Lingnan, Huaxia.

What he needed to do was use the most modern technology to resurrect the most classical art.

Use Artificial Intelligence to decipher the secrets within the ancient heritage.

This sounded like a fantasy.

But in Shen Yan's view, this was the true meaning of 'Heavenly Works Creation'.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

It was Irene.

Behind her followed a completely transformed gentleman.

The man before him was wearing a well-tailored dark gray bespoke suit; the collar of his white shirt was crisp, revealing a perfectly shaped neckline.

His previously messy hair had been meticulously styled into a neat slicked-back look, revealing a full forehead and deep-set eyes.

The grime on his face had been washed clean, and his beard was neatly trimmed, lending an air of a classical scholar to his weathered face.

If not for the slight unease and awkwardness still lingering in his eyes, Shen Yan would have almost been unable to connect him with the homeless man from the street two hours ago.

He was Alan de La Roche.

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