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

Lin Fan stared at the phone in his hand, momentarily stunned. Zhou Chen, standing beside him with sharp eyes, caught sight of the three words on the screen and nearly spat out his steamed bun: "Qin Muyao? That Qin Muyao?"

Lin Fan looked at him with a puzzled expression, but still pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Miss Qin." As soon as Lin Fan opened his mouth, Zhou Chen leaned in with a sly grin.

"Lin Fan, do you have time now?"

"I'm at work. What's up?"

"Didn't we talk to you about card production earlier? Have you forgotten?"

Lin Fan paused for a moment: "No, but it's not convenient right now."

Even if he were not at work, he wouldn't have the mental energy to make cards right now.

"Where do you work? I'll come find you," Qin Muyao asked anxiously.

What does this young lady want from me? Does she really want me to make her a card? I wonder if she'll turn around and leave when she sees my uniform as an intern card maker.

Lin Fan gave her the company's name, and the person on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback for a moment before saying "I'll be right there" and hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chen immediately leaned closer: "You know Qin Muyao from the Qin Group?"

"We just met." Lin Fan didn't hide it, and there seemed to be no need to, since he would be there soon anyway.

"You just met her and she called you? And even asked you to make a SIM card?" Zhou Chen's face was full of disbelief.

"Bro, do you know how many card makers the Qin family has? Why would they need to hire an intern like you? You haven't been scammed, have you?"

Lin Fan had a terrible headache and wasn't in the mood to argue with him, so he casually replied, "Maybe."

Her second uncle is the vice president of the Qin Group, and that business card is still lying in her pocket.

Seeing Lin Fan slumped over the table, Zhou Chen assumed he was upset about being scammed and comforted him, saying, "Brother, it's probably just someone with the same name. These days, there are probably thousands upon thousands of people named Qin Muyao. Maybe the one who asked you to make the cards is a rich woman. Don't forget me then."

Lin Fan didn't say anything, put his phone in his pocket, and continued to rest with his head down.

Half an hour later, the company door was pushed open, and a commotion woke him up.

"Miss Qin! Why did you come in person!" The bald manager's solicitous voice rang out.

Lin Fan groggily looked up and saw the supervisor's shiny bald head bowing and scraping to the woman at the door, smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.

At this moment, Qin Muyao had changed her outfit, wearing a light pink dress and a white blazer casually draped over her shoulders, and was talking to the bald manager.

The supervisor jogged ahead to lead the way, bowing and scraping: "Ms. Qin, this way please. Our card makers are all top-notch. Please feel free to ask for anything you need."

Qin Muyao walked around, looking around as if she were looking for something.

Zhou Chen stared in shock, then turned sharply to his side, lowering his voice, "Lin Fan! She wouldn't really be here to see you, would she?"

Lin Fan yawned: "Mmm."

"Huh?" Zhou Chen almost jumped up from his chair. "Huh! That's Qin Muyao! The eldest daughter of the Qin family! She asked you to make a card?"

Before Lin Fan could answer, Qin Muyao had already followed the supervisor toward the card-making area, the most important place in the company, where the actual card makers worked, and it was not on the same level as the interns like them.

"Brother Fan, Fan..." Zhou Chen stared blankly at the figure disappearing at the end of the corridor, his initial shock vanishing.

He sat back down in his chair, glanced at Lin Fan who was wearing the same "Trainee Card Maker" uniform as him, and muttered to himself, "How could the eldest daughter of the Qin family possibly hire a trainee card maker? She must have just happened to be passing by..."

Seeing Qin Muyao leave, Lin Fan lay down again. He was in better spirits than before, and his head didn't hurt as much.

Five minutes later, hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

The supervisor jogged ahead to lead the way, his forehead beaded with sweat, while Qin Muyao, standing behind him, wore an obvious expression of impatience.

"Ms. Qin, you must be joking," the supervisor said with a forced smile, his voice tinged with caution. "The person you're talking about... he's just an intern! He doesn't even have a single successful card-making record! I've already contacted our best card maker; he'll be here soon!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just take me to him!" Qin Muyao said impatiently to the bald manager without stopping.

The two walked through the corridor and pushed open the door to the internship area. Upon seeing the two arrive at the internship area, Zhou Chen was completely stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

As the two walked towards them, Zhou Chen quickly nudged Lin Fan, who was sleeping, saying, "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, wake up! The supervisor and the others are coming."

Lin Fan groggily raised his head, and before he could even see who it was, his supervisor's voice reached his ears.

"Miss Qin, have you been scammed?" The manager came to Qin Muyao's side, his forehead covered in sweat.

"That Lin Fan, he's only been with the company for two months, he's practically a newbie. He doesn't even recognize all the materials. You're asking him to make cards? Isn't that... isn't that a waste of materials?!"

"Whether he made cards or not, I know better than you." Qin Muyao paused, glaring at him fiercely. "Shut your mouth and take me to see him."

She had seen the card "Great Teacher Zhang Jiao" before, which almost made her mistake it for a human card. It was very different from the cards she usually saw, and it was not something that an ordinary card maker could make.

The bald manager felt uneasy under the young lady's gaze and had no choice but to shut his mouth.

What could he say? Miss Qin had personally come to his door demanding his return, and he had already tried to persuade her to no avail. Stopping her now wouldn't change anything.

Qin Muyao scanned the internship area, and finally her gaze settled on a young man who was stretching.

She walked over and stood in front of Lin Fan's workstation, looking down at him. His face was somewhat pale.

"Hey, Lin Fan, are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Fan yawned, rubbed his eyes, and met her gaze. "I'm alright, I feel better now."

"If you're alright, come with me."

Upon seeing Qin Muyao, Lin Fan was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

"Didn't we just say we wanted you to make cards? Have you forgotten?" Qin Muyao said matter-of-factly.

"Didn't I say it was inconvenient?" Lin Fan was taken aback. Who would force someone to make a card like this?

The supervisor, standing nearby, was wringing his hands anxiously: "Miss Qin, you see, why don't you... reconsider? Our card makers here are truly top-notch, like Lao Xiang, Master Xiang, I've already contacted him, and he'll be there soon..."

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a dark gray long gown walked over from the other end of the corridor, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and slowly took a sip.

"Who's looking for me?"

The supervisor's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to greet him: "Master Xiang! You've come at the right time! This is Miss Qin, she'd like a card made. Miss Qin, this is Xiang Qian. Master Xiang, this is our company's top card maker, the success rate for Blue Domain Cards is over 80%!"

Master Xiang glanced at Qin Muyao, his gaze sweeping over her, then looked at Lin Fan's intern card maker's uniform, and couldn't help but frown.

"Miss Qin wants cards made?" He put down the purple clay teapot, his tone indifferent. "Tell me, what type do you want? Weapons, equipment, or summoning cards? I can also try making domain cards, but you'll need to prepare the materials in advance as I tell you!"

Qin Muyao turned her head to look at the person who came, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Who said I was looking for you?"

After saying that, he turned to Lin Fan and said, "Let's go, make the cards!"