Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 103 It turns out I have another [witch mom]

Chapter 104 It turns out I have a [witch mother] too.

Zhang Qingzhe frowned.

Indeed, no matter the world, industries related to healthcare are the most profitable.

But there is a huge problem here.

In Zhang Qingzhe's original world, pharmaceutical production mainly relied on capital investment.

In this world filled with magic, craft advanced [Life School] cards.

Besides investing money, one also needs to invest their soul. If one wants to make money with the cards of the "Life School," then one would probably have to eat "Mood Candy" every day to replenish their soul.

Even if he has the funds to afford it, I'm afraid his pancreas can't handle it!

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head helplessly, then asked, "So, what's in second place?"

"Second place, huh—"

When Wang Dong encountered a topic he was good at, his eyebrows immediately lit up. "Of course, it's the cards from the [Defense School]! After all, everyone in this world is afraid of death, and the richer people are, the more afraid they are of death. So, high-level [Shield Cards], [Barrier Cards], and [Curse Immunity Cards] are ridiculously expensive."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned again.

The cards from the [Defense School] can indeed create [Basic Shield] cards.

The problem is that the cards of the [Defense School] have a special manufacturing process and require special magic potions.

The one he used before was provided by Professor Xia.

Given Zhang Qingzhe's current channels and financial resources, it would be difficult for him to reliably obtain these specialized materials.

He sighed softly and pressed on, "So, what happens next?"

"After that, there will be various offensive [battle cards]."

Wang Dong counted on his fingers as if reciting a familiar list, "For example, the [Construction School]'s [Melee Weapon] cards..."

The [Elemental Magic] cards from the [Energy Shaping School]. These are not only highly practical, but also in huge market demand because these cards suffer very high attrition rates during battles and training.

Zhang Qingzhe clicked his tongue in exasperation, then finally asked, "So—the [battery card] is the cheapest kind?"

"That's right!"

Wang Dong slapped his thigh, "【Battery cards】, to put it bluntly, it's just making a living through hard work, like pulling a tug-of-war!"

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head in frustration. "Making money is really not easy!"

"etc"

Wang Dong suddenly seemed to remember something, and leaned closer, somewhat unwillingly, "Don't you know how to make [Fireball Cards]?"

"Isn't it illegal to sell [combat cards]?" Zhang Qingzhe glanced at him. "Do you want to become an arms dealer?"

"Why don't we just sell it to legitimate people?" Wang Dong said in a low, mysterious voice.

"Is this even legal?" Zhang Qingzhe asked with a puzzled expression.

Wang Dong quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching before lowering his voice even further: "I'll give you some inside information. The magic element fluctuations in the [Dragon Plague Zone] have been very active lately, and the Dragon Plague monsters are proliferating rapidly. The government is openly recruiting freelance hunters to assist the authorities in clearing them out."

"so what?"

"Free hunters recruited by the authorities are legally permitted to possess [Combat Cards]!"

Wang Dong rubbed his hands excitedly. "And the rewards for clearing out tasks are very high. If you're lucky enough to find a precious monster core—you could become rich overnight! If it weren't for the fact that I have so few [Magic Circuits], I'd like to try my luck."

Zhang Qingzhe pinched his chin and thought seriously for a while.

Suddenly, I realized that this job might actually be something I could do.

"How much can a Fireball card sell for?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"It's probably two to three times the price of a size 7 battery!" Wang Dong rubbed his hands together like a fly, his shrewd businessman eyes fixed on him. "So? Got it?"

Zhang Qingzhe finally nodded slowly.

"However, you must guarantee one thing: all [Fireball Cards] must be sold to qualified hunters through legal channels."

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Wang Dong almost laughed out loud with delight, but then looked at him with some curiosity. "But speaking of which, how come you're so law-abiding? That's rare in the Card Master circle. If you're too rule-abiding, you can't become a Grand Card Master."

Zhang Qingzhe could only manage a helpless, bitter smile.

Recently, he has been involved in several significant incidents.

He didn't want to attract the attention of the police department again because of some "gray" transactions.

Moreover, he increasingly felt that the world was too strange.

It seems everyone has tacitly agreed to a certain rule:

Those truly powerful "Card Masters" and "Witches" are all "lawless madmen" who walk on the edge of the law.

It's as if someone who doesn't repeatedly tread the line of the law is destined not to go far on the path of "magic".

This strange atmosphere made Zhang Qingzhe, who came from a harmonious society, feel somewhat uncomfortable. By the time school was about to end in the afternoon, Zhang Qingzhe had already finished his classes for the day.

The sky outside the window was somewhat overcast, and the light was blurred and dim by the water droplets.

The entire classroom was bathed in the damp twilight, like a large, sultry piece of amber.

He originally planned to while away the time before school ended by reading professional books.

But at that moment, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Is she my younger sister?

Or is it Gu Xintong?

Zhang Qingzhe glanced down at the screen.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The contact that was popping up on the screen was someone he never expected.

When those two words came into clear view, his fingers trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his breathing became rapid, as if he was about to suffer from hyperalcohol poisoning.

In an instant—

A sudden thought of escape flashed through Zhang Qingzhe's mind—pretend he didn't see it, let the call end naturally, and then let it disappear without a trace.

But to my surprise, the other party was unusually persistent.

The phone kept buzzing and vibrating, stubbornly as if declaring that it would vibrate until "mountains have no edges and heaven and earth unite."

In the quiet classroom, the buzzing vibration sounded exceptionally clear.

Wang Dong, who was engrossed in organizing the cards, turned his head curiously.

"Hey bro, what are you spacing out for?"

Wang Dong nudged him lightly, winking and lowering his voice, "Was it another call from a beautiful woman? Judging by your ghost-like expression, you haven't done anything wrong again, have you?"

Zhang Qingzhe swallowed hard, feeling a dryness and pain in his throat.

"—I guess she's a beauty," he replied vaguely.

"What does 'should' mean?"

Wang Dong's eyes immediately lit up, his gossip-loving heart burning brightly. "You rascal, you've definitely gotten yourself into another love triangle! Come on, let me see!"

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