Who said this card is outrageous?

"Just a little better?" Fu Xing didn't believe it at all. "A person would tell you their bank card PIN? You're kidding me!"

"That was for me to buy her a card!"

"Can't you buy the card yourself?"

"She's busy!"

"Too busy to even have time to buy a card? I don't believe it."

The two of them talked back and forth, neither willing to give in. Agumon was caught in the middle, looking at Fu Xing and then at Yu Renjia, his little head turning back and forth, his face full of confusion.

Chang Cheh sat to the side watching the show, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

Unfortunately, Fu Xing was ultimately unable to get the answer out of Yu Renjia. Yu Renjia insisted that their relationship was just "ordinary camaraderie" and refused to say another word.

However, Zhang Che, who was watching from the sidelines, noticed a slight fluctuation in Yu Renjia's mental energy when he answered.

This shows that even if the two of them don't have a real relationship, it's definitely not as simple as just camaraderie.

However, Zhang Che did not point it out on the spot.

After seeing Fu Xing and Yu Renjia off, Zhang Che saw that it was still early, so he went out to go to Uncle Wang's shop to deliver the cards that he had recently entrusted to him for sale, and also to pick up some stock.

The cards are mainly second- and third-tier green cards, interspersed with some first- and second-tier blue cards, which is quite in line with the positioning of Wangguofu Card Shop.

Chapter 39 Casual Chat in the Shop

When I arrived at the card shop, it was already late and there were hardly any customers left.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two men sat down at a small tea table behind the counter. Wang Guofu efficiently brewed a pot of tea, and the two men chatted casually for a while.

The conversation naturally started with business.

Wang Guofu held his teacup, a smile he couldn't hide on his face: "Business has been much better lately. Many customers are practically coming to the store every day, afraid they won't be able to snag any good stuff."

Zhang Che smiled and listened quietly.

"And what's more," Wang Guofu put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and said with a hint of contentment, "the improved business of buying goods has also boosted the business of acquiring raw materials."

Most of the people who come to the store to buy things during this period are extraordinary individuals who participated in the extermination of the fishmen, and they have accumulated some extraordinary materials.

As a result, many people, wanting to save trouble and with the idea of ​​"not bothering two people for one thing," simply handed the materials over to Wang Guofu, including some of the third-stage materials.

In short, the store's business has been on an upward trend, and with the current escalation of the war, the market for extraordinary items, including cards, has been booming, with supply falling short of demand being the norm.

Zhang Che was well aware of this.

Shen Yan, who recently took over as the deputy head of the General Affairs Department of the Adventurers' Guild, often asks for his help because the guild has too many card-buying quests piling up.

As for the former deputy section chief Liu, he was transferred away from the General Affairs Section, a lucrative area, due to embezzlement issues, and was relegated to a less important position.

Adventurer's Guild points are a valuable resource, especially during these turbulent times. The guild is noticeably more generous than usual, and the points redemption list has been expanded with many previously unavailable items.

Therefore, Zhang Che accepted all these tasks that came his way, accumulating a lot of points, which he then exchanged for a large number of card recipes from the Adventurers' Guild.

As a long-established and powerful force, the Adventurers' Guild's card collection naturally includes many useless card recipes.

These items were originally not even on the exchange list and would have just been gathering dust in the warehouse, but Zhang Che, through his connection with Shen Yan, the deputy head of the General Affairs Department, managed to exchange quite a few of them under the pretext of needing to study the new cards.

These flawed card recipes are also relatively inexpensive. Some Tier 3 green cards even require only slightly more points than some proper Tier 2 green cards, which is a huge profit for Zhang Che!

Of course, there must have been tacit approval from higher-level leaders involved.

With the Adventurers' Guild's capabilities, investigating the quality and origin of the cards Zhang Che sold during this period would be a piece of cake.

Therefore, they could naturally deduce from this that Zhang Che had a considerable talent for deducing high-quality cards from low-quality card recipes.

For such a talented individual, the Adventurers' Guild should prioritize cultivating a good relationship; some worthless card recipes are nothing compared to him.

Those people even hoped that Zhang Che could deduce more valuable cards so that they could also benefit from them.

……

The father and son chatted for a long time, and the tea was refilled pot after pot.

During this time, Wang Guofu repeatedly remarked that his old friend had indeed taken on a good apprentice, who had become so outstanding.

But every time this topic comes up, his tone is tinged with complex emotions.

“If that old bastard Cheng Shu knew this in the afterlife,” Wang Guofu said, holding his teacup with a distant gaze, “he would be very gratified.”

Zhang Che remained silent for a moment, without replying.

As darkness fell, the light in the shop began to dim and yellow.

Wang Guofu got up, turned on the light, and then took out a bottle of his treasured wine from under the counter, asking Zhang Che to have a drink with him.

Zhang Che naturally wouldn't refuse.

To be honest, his master Cheng Shu's cooking skills were really lacking, so until Zhang Che grew up and learned to cook, the two of them would often come to Wang Guofu's place for a free meal and drinks.

Of course, Zhang Che was still young at that time, so he definitely didn't get to drink; he mainly just ate there.

Wang Guofu's cooking skills weren't actually that great, but they were at least a little better than Cheng Shuqiang's. More importantly, when his wife was still alive, there were always some pickled vegetables and braised dishes at home, perfect for having with drinks or rice.

Unfortunately, those days can never be returned to...

After a few rounds of drinks, Wang Guofu became more talkative. Occasionally, he would mention Cheng Shu, who had passed away. Feeling that he was about the same age as Cheng Shu, he couldn't help but sigh at the impermanence of life.

He held his wine glass, the lamplight reflecting in his cloudy eyes, and spoke in a flat tone as if he were talking about someone else: "Who knows? Maybe one day I'll just disappear."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Che could only repeatedly comfort Wang Guofu, who was already somewhat drunk.

He knew what the old man was thinking. His wife and old friends had passed away, and his daughter was not around. He was running the shop alone. Although he could make ends meet, he felt empty inside.

After hesitating for a moment, a look of hesitation flashed across Zhang Che's face, but he still spoke up: "Uncle Wang, why don't you go to Sister Xinran's place? She's always been thinking of you. It's better to enjoy family time there than to be alone here."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guofu's expression turned displeased, and his brows furrowed.

Zhang Che knew his inner conflict, but he still continued to persuade him: "Sister Xinran just gave birth at the beginning of last year, don't you want to go and see your grandson again?"

Wang Guofu remained silent.

Blood ties are real, and no one can deny that. He held his wine glass, silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on a vague point on the table, lost in thought.

Zhang Che knew that Wang Guofu actually wanted to go, but he couldn't bear to leave his homeland. He had lived in this city for most of his life, and asking him to abandon everything for a completely unfamiliar place, facing strangers and unfamiliar surroundings, was too much of a dilemma.

This is certainly not an easy task for an older person.

But now that his best friend Cheng Shu is gone, staying in Binhai City doesn't seem to make much sense anymore.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Finally, Wang Guofu put down his wine glass, let out a long sigh, and neither said he would go nor that he wouldn't go.

Zhang Che knew when to stop, and afterwards he obediently drank with the other party without mentioning the matter again.

Some things are best left unsaid; saying too much can backfire.

As night deepened, Zhang Che was preparing to leave when Wang Guofu, somewhat drunk but still barely sober, produced a large box about half a meter square from somewhere, wobbled as he carried it into the hall, and opened it in front of Zhang Che.

A desolate and oppressive atmosphere swept over us.

Inside the box were several enormous vertebrae, each the size of a volleyball. The bone was a deep grayish-white, and its surface was covered with fine lines, like some kind of ancient script.

Just by looking at the size of these bones, one can deduce that their owner must have been extremely large.

Zhang Che was slightly taken aback and looked up at the other person.

Wang Guofu explained with some emotion: These bones were spoils of war that his grandfather and others obtained after killing a fourth-tier murloc during the last murloc calamity.

More than seventy years have passed, and he is not very clear about the specifics of this material. After all, it was something from the previous generation, and by the time it reached him, many details had become blurred.

However, judging from the fact that this material has maintained its quality at the mid-level extraordinary level to this day, the strength of that fishman back then should not have been too bad.

Chapter 40 [Nine-Tailed Fox], Premeka?

Wang Guofu said that he was not starving, so he had never thought about selling the things left by his ancestors.

“But things are different now.” Wang Guofu looked at Zhang Che with a kind of loving and expectant gaze that was unique to an elder. “I, as your uncle, have seen the talent you have shown in this card-making profession, and I am happy about it. I don’t have anything good to give you, but after thinking about it, this is the only thing I can give you.”

Just as Zhang Che was about to refuse, Wang Guofu waved his hand impatiently: "That brat Xinran and my cheap son-in-law, this thing is useless to them. Rather than letting it gather dust here, it's better for you to turn it into cards and make the most of it."

Zhang Che opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Wang Guofu's determined eyes, he could only swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Finally, at Wang Guofu's insistence, Zhang Che called a car and took the large box containing the bones, along with a large bag of second- and third-tier materials he had bought from Wang Guofu's shop, home.

Looking at the city lights rushing past the car window, he felt a mix of emotions.

……

It was already late at night when I got home.

Zhang Che pushed open the door, turned on the light in the entryway, and the whole house lit up.

After putting the box and the bag of materials into the workshop, he was about to wash his face to clear his head when a scene suddenly flashed into his mind—

It's the passive effect of [Sixth Sense]!

In the darkness of night, a figure appeared at his doorstep.

The guy glanced around furtively, then easily pried open the lock and slipped inside.

After entering the house, the man quickly scanned the surroundings before starting to search everywhere, while also making sure to restore the messed-up areas to their original state.

He seemed very interested in Zhang Che's card-making workshop, staying there for a long time, but after several attempts he couldn't open the lock, he had to give up in the end.

Before leaving, the person rummaged through the refrigerator and took out some food and drinks, putting them into a plastic bag before swaggering away.

The video ends here.

Judging from his behavior, he must be the "unambitious" thief that Aunt Li mentioned before.

During this period, most of the city's armed forces were transferred outside the city to fight against the fishmen, which made the guy even more rampant and he committed a number of crimes.

However, just like before, the thief's stolen goods were never of high value, so at this critical moment in the battle against the Murloc Scourge, no one was willing to bother with him for such a small amount of money.

But the truth is not so simple!

Because in the images shown by [Sixth Sense], there appeared a sense of stagnation that Zhang Che remembered vividly—

An invisible force interfered with the Sixth Sense's detection, causing the image to briefly distort and blur, almost exactly the same as what Zhang Che felt when he dealt with the masked man.

However, his mental strength has been greatly enhanced, and the image of his [Sixth Sense] was not quickly cut off as before, but was maintained for more than ten seconds longer.