The venue erupted into an uproar. The blockbuster the Aminia Group had dropped had clearly stunned these low-level Card Crafters, who were hardly living the high life. The representatives of the other companies and groups now looked at Wu Tuan with a mixture of envy and jealousy. They all knew they were destined to play supporting roles today.
Pei Xing, the representative of the Vico Company, was also in a foul mood. He had far more experience than Wu Tuan and knew that, when it came to low-level Card Crafters, the Card Crafters here were the true professionals. The Card Crafters employed by the major groups might be able to produce higher-level Illusion Cards, but for the most gorgeous, dazzling low-level Illusion Cards at the cheapest prices, this was the best place to look.
What he had not expected was that Aminia, which had never come here seeking collaborators before, would turn up this time. And it had offered such a staggering price. Aminia might have money to burn, but his budget would not allow him to do the same.
Having his sworn rival forcefully gain the upper hand like this left him in a mood that needed no explanation. He had already decided to speak personally with Wang Hao, the director of the Low-Level Illusion Card Club, afterward. They were on quite good terms, and this time he could only ask him to recommend one or two capable Card Crafters.
Wang Hao was sitting in a corner of the stage, discussing something quietly with Lan Feng.
Just then, Wu Tuan raised his voice onstage and emphasized once more, "The best! We only need the best!" His words gradually quieted the increasingly noisy venue.
Silence spread, little by little, until the entire room was deathly still.
From the stage, Wu