I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

"Li Tian, oh Li Tian, how did you deserve this?" Du Yanan sighed endlessly in her heart.

Morning exercise is something you’ve always adhered to, rain or shine.

Just like usual, you finished a lap of exercise outside and returned, sweating profusely. Just as you stepped out of the elevator, you noticed the door of the house opposite opened. A woman with striking features walked out, dressed in a suit that looked somewhat worn, holding a briefcase.

Seeing you returning from your morning exercise, she nodded with a smile.

You nodded slightly and said, "Morning."

"Morning."

The woman closed the door, and she wore a pair of black high heels, which, like her suit, looked somewhat old. The surface of the shoes even showed slight cracks.

As you fumbled for your keys to open the door, the woman entered the elevator and said, "Thanks for your help yesterday."

"No need to thank me; we’re all neighbors." You waved your hand and entered your room.

After enjoying a comforting hot shower, you put on a brand-new suit from your wardrobe and stood in front of the mirror. You couldn’t help but show off a bit: "Wow, where did this handsome guy come from?"

Feeling refreshed, you left home. Although it seemed quite early, by the time you took the bus and arrived at the office building of Haitian Investment Group, it was only half an hour before work started.

This office building has about fifty-six floors, with Haitian Investment Group occupying the top twenty floors. The lobby is on the thirty-sixth floor. Coincidentally, floors ten to fifteen are occupied by a subsidiary specializing in brand clothing under the Thai Group, which was founded by Wei Yingyue herself, with her second office on the thirteenth floor.

Thirteen is not considered a lucky number in the West, but Wei Yingyue didn’t care at all and even set up her office on the thirteenth floor.

For you, the newcomer, everything in this building felt unfamiliar. You took a bite of a pancake with two eggs that you bought at the bus stop as you entered the lobby, attracting the attention of the surrounding white-collar workers clad in suits and hurrying by.

You have the advantage of a decent appearance and appropriate attire, enough to avoid being labeled as a bumpkin. Nevertheless, you’re not particularly mindful of your image, going to the info desk without any concern, you smiled at the heavily made-up lady there: "Miss, I need directions."

"Hello." The lady nodded politely.

"Where is Haitian Investment Group’s HR department?"

"On the thirty-seventh floor. Go from the right side, there are six elevators that reach the twenty-fifth floor public facility area, then switch to Haitian Investment Group’s exclusive elevator to get to the thirty-seventh floor."

"Thanks."

You smiled slightly and turned to leave quickly.

As soon as you left, two idle women at the info desk started chatting: "Hey, never seen this handsome guy before, where’s he from?"

"Dressed nicely, but his smile seems too cheap. Also, you might not have noticed, but he’s wearing sneakers!"

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"What?"

Indeed, you paired your suit with sneakers!

White-collar workers have to endure the daily struggle of squeezing into elevators every morning.

As you stepped into the elevator, there weren’t many people initially, just three beside you. But with a turn, a crowd surged in like a shoal of fish!

Finally, with the elevator overloaded, the "beep beep" sounded as the door closed, fulfilling everyone’s anticipation.

The agony of squeezing into elevators isn’t just this; when you looked up at the elevator buttons, you were instantly annoyed. Every button from the second through the twenty-fifth floor was lit!

If each time the elevator opens takes thirty seconds, it will take at least twelve minutes to reach the twenty-fifth floor. Then you’d have to take another elevator to the thirty-seventh floor, and realizing this, your mood couldn’t be gloomier.

Being trapped in such a confined space for twelve minutes doesn’t bring joy to anyone.

Finally reaching the thirty-seventh floor by elevator, you arrived at the HR department already at eight ten, meaning you were five minutes late.

The receptionist in HR was a woman in her thirties, sizing you up with deadfish eyes, asking: "Are you Li Jiu?"

"The genuine article." Despite the damned elevator wasting your precious time, you still put on a forced smile to jest with a similarly deadfaced hag.

You truly believed this hag was some leader’s sister-in-law; if nothing else, her face alone could scare away most people reporting in. When you first saw her she was slightly leaning back with a fish face, looking at you with an arrogant and disdainful expression. You almost slapped her then, angrily shouting: "Demon, cease your arrogance!"

"There’s just a vacancy in the logistics department; take these documents and find Old Xing in logistics."

Logistics department?

Upon hearing this term, you initially thought you heard wrong, but upon taking a closer look, the documents clearly stated logistics, warehouse management!

A Yale University master’s degree holder suddenly assigned to warehouse management in the logistics department made you let out a faint sigh in your heart: this was truly the stuff of TV dramas.

Holding the documents, you took the elevator to the forty-sixth floor, where the warehouse department was located.

The so-called warehouse department was actually in a remote room on the forty-sixth floor, which you found after winding through twists and turns.

Standing before the door slightly raising your head, you saw the bold "Warehouse Department" clearly.

With a shoulder shrug, just as you intended to push the door open, your claws—no, your hand—is reaching out, the door opened, and a giantess whose body was as large as two of yours stood before you, your hand only about five centimeters away from her majestic, oh no, mountainous chest, precisely five point three centimeters.

The giantess’s first reaction was to abruptly retract her hand from the door, stepping back a couple of steps, and stared at you with a look reserved for perverts.

With a trembling voice, she said, "Wh-what do you want?"

"I’m not looking for trouble, just need to pass. You’re blocking the way, sister." You rolled your eyes; this gal was too playful. Given her stature, even a bear wouldn’t stand a chance!

"Oh, sorry." The giantess stepped back into the room, and you could almost feel the floor shaking.

You entered the room and glanced around, discovering the space inside was quite large, resembling a small warehouse, about three to four hundred square meters. There were mostly iron shelves with many items arranged and partitioned into zones.

At this moment, not too far in front of you was a desk with a middle-aged man checking something on it.

You went straight over, stood before the desk, and said to the middle-aged man, "Hello, I’m new here. My name is Li Jiu."

While speaking, you handed your documents over.

The middle-aged man finally looked up, took the documents, and tossed them to the side without looking, then returned to his task, leaving you awkwardly there.

As you stood in embarrassment, the giantess approached you, saying, "Hey, handsome, Old Xing is just like that, don’t mind him. Once you get to know him better, you’ll find he’s actually rather nice, just a bit too serious about work, sporting a grumpy face every day."

Old Xing, hearing this, looked up at the giantess and said, "I’ve been working in warehouse management for over twenty years, dealing with these lifeless things daily, hardly seeing any living people from dawn till dusk. Do you think I can be happy?"

The giantess was surprised that the usually silent Old Xing suddenly spoke, showing astonishment on her basin-sized face.

Old Xing closed the notebook on the desk, slowly stood up, looked at you, and said, "Young man, though I don’t know whom you offended, I advise you to leave soon. There’s no prospect of advancement in warehouse management."