The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

The next morning, Lin Fan arrived at the company alone, pushing his wheelchair. As soon as he entered the card-making internship area, he found that the bald supervisor was already waiting for him at his seat.

Upon seeing Lin Fan appear, he immediately stood up and looked Lin Fan up and down: "Your complexion is rosy; it seems you've recovered quite well."

The bald-headed manager continued, "Mr. Zhao attaches great importance to this card production. They have specially arranged a car to pick us up. A car will come to pick us up at 2 PM this afternoon."

"They're here to pick us up?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and asked.

"They're being sincere," the manager said with a broad smile.

"The New World Foundation has a lot of influence in our city. If we can get in touch with them, we won't have to worry about business in the future."

Lin Fan nodded but did not reply.

"Okay, okay." The supervisor stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You rest first, and we'll go down together when they arrive."

At 2 p.m., a black minivan pulled up in front of the company right on time.

The driver, dressed in a dark uniform and wearing white gloves, got out of the driver's seat, went around to the back door, and with the help of the bald-headed supervisor, helped Lin Fan into the car.

After finishing all this, the bald-headed manager opened the other car door and was about to get in when the driver grabbed him.

"Mr. Zhao only invited Mr. Lin Fan," the driver said.

"I'm Lin Fan's supervisor, and I was involved in this collaboration. I also received Mr. Zhao when he visited before, and I'm accompanying him today!"

The driver yanked the bald manager off and stared at him expressionlessly.

"Mr. Zhao only invited Mr. Lin Fan." The driver repeated, leaving no room for negotiation.

The supervisor's smile froze on his face. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the driver had already closed the car door, turned around, and walked to Lin Fan's side, respectfully saying to Lin Fan:

"Mr. Lin, let's set off then. Please let me know if you need anything along the way."

"My supervisor..."

"Mr. Zhao only invited Mr. Lin Fan; no one else has the right to see Mr. Zhao." Before Lin Fan could finish speaking, the driver had already refused.

Lin Fan glanced at the supervisor, who was standing still, his expression shifting from embarrassment to an inexplicable annoyance.

His lips moved as if he wanted to curse, but when he looked at Lin Fan, he finally managed to force a smile.

"Then... then Fan, you can talk things over properly. Call me anytime if anything comes up." The supervisor's voice was a little tense.

"Okay!" Lin Fan nodded.

The driver closed the door, walked back to the driver's seat, and the car slowly drove out of the company.

In the rearview mirror, the bald manager stood still, waving in the direction of the car, but the shape of his mouth didn't seem to be a well-wishing greeting; it looked more like he was cursing something.

After driving for about half an hour, we left the main road in the city and turned onto an unnamed road.

After passing through a black wrought iron gate, the vehicle stopped in front of a gray building. The driver walked around to Lin Fan's side and helped Lin Fan out of the car.

Lin Fan sat in his wheelchair and looked up to see a line of metal characters embedded above the building entrance.

new world

"Mr. Lin, we've arrived. The next person will escort you to Mr. Zhao."

Following the direction the driver pointed, a servant-like figure strode over and bowed slightly upon seeing Lin Fan.

"Mr. Lin, welcome. Mr. Zhao is already waiting for you upstairs."

The visitor and the driver exchanged a few words, and the driver then took over the wheelchair.

The servant pushed Lin Fan toward the elevator, their footsteps echoing in the empty hall.

As the elevator doors opened, the sound of high heels clicking away came from the other end of the corridor.

Lin Fan's gaze faltered slightly upon seeing the newcomer.

Su Wanqing!

She was walking towards Lin Fan from the other side, her white shirt collar slightly open, revealing her collarbone, and she wore a black pencil skirt, revealing a pair of slender, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

Lin Fan subconsciously wanted to call her name, but his lips moved only slightly before he stopped.

He is no longer the "Lord of the Underworld," nor is he the masked Xiao Hei. He is now Lin Fan, a card maker invited by Zhao Zhong to make cards. Su Wanqing has no connection with him.

The servant slowed his pace, and as Su Wanqing approached, he bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Miss Su."

Su Wanqing did not stop. Her gaze swept over the servants and then landed on Lin Fan. She looked at him for less than half a second before looking away and walking past the two of them.

A very faint fragrance lingered in the air, like some kind of specially blended perfume.

Lin Fan stared at her departing figure, his mind racing.

The servant's tone when he called her "Miss Su" was respectful but also cautious, as if he was afraid of offending her.

It seems that Su Wanqing's status here is quite high.

The attendant pushed the wheelchair into the elevator, pressed the floor button, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

"That Miss Su from earlier?" Lin Fan asked casually, "Is she also from your foundation?"

"Ms. Su is the project manager of the foundation, and she is currently mainly responsible for cultural promotion."

The attendant spoke up, "You've probably heard of her before; she's quite famous in the industry."

"I don't really know much about this cultural circle," Lin Fan paused, then continued, "She looks quite young, and to be a project leader is quite impressive!"

The attendant, as if he had started talking, continued:

"Ms. Su is a pillar of our foundation. She has handled many important projects single-handedly. Mr. Zhao trusts her very much and entrusts her with full authority over many matters."

"I saw Miss Su coming from the building behind. Is that your office area?"

"No, New World has its own office space in the city. The back is Mr. Zhao's private residence, where he usually lives."

"I saw Miss Su just come out of the building behind. Does she usually live here?" Lin Fan asked again.

"Yes, she..." The attendant's expression changed slightly, and he changed his words, "Miss Su has her own residence. She is here to... coordinate with Mr. Zhao."

Seeing the servant's guilty look, Lin Fan guessed seven or eight parts of the truth: a young woman living in the boss's private residence—the answer was already quite obvious.

The attendant seemed to realize he had said something inappropriate and steered the conversation toward Lin Fan, trying to make him forget the previous exchange.

"Mr. Lin, you are the youngest person I have ever seen among the people Mr. Zhao brought here."

The attendant continued praising, "This isn't a place just anyone can come in. Mr. Lin, you're one of them. You must have some extraordinary abilities to have been specifically requested by Mr. Zhao!"

"I'm just an ordinary intern card maker!"

"Ah!" The attendant's face was filled with shock. He looked down at Lin Fan in the wheelchair and stared blankly for a moment.

"The elevator doors are open." Lin Fan called out to the attendant, who then snapped out of his daze and quickly pushed Lin Fan out.