The saleswoman beside him was skilled at reading expressions and quickly said, "If you need higher-grade cards, we can have them custom-made for you. All the Card Crafters we work with are intermediate level or above, so you can rest assured about the quality."
"Can I sell cards on consignment here?"
A flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes, but she remained thoroughly professional. "Yes. However, you would need to pay ten percent of the sale price as a fee. If you become one of our partner Card Crafters, the commission would be only six percent."
Chen Mu nodded in understanding, said goodbye to the saleswoman, and left with Wei'a. He had only come to check market prices this time; he had no cards suitable for sale on hand.
By noon, the two had returned to Skywing.
Bu Qiangdong had been waiting for quite some time. He had completed the task Chen Mu assigned him without a hitch. Public-service jobs were very easy to secure because they paid extremely little, and most offered no payment at all. When the employees learned that Bu Qiangdong had taken on a large number of public-service jobs, they burst into discussion.
They thought the new boss had gone mad! Although most public-service jobs supplied the raw materials, their meager pay was practically negligible. They had originally assumed the new boss would get plenty of orders from the second young master and keep the company running that way. They had never expected him to turn to public-service work. Good heavens, did he want to become a philanthropist?
Skywing was in an uproar, and every employee's face was filled with worry. If the company did poorly, they would lose their current jobs. They were only low-level Card Crafters, the sort you could find by the handful anywhere.