Chen Mu then took out a large pile of the materials he needed, and Xi Ping, who was next to the fatty, looked pained.
It was no wonder that the materials Chen Mu had taken would be considered treasures, even among those materials.
Since he'd decided to show his hand, Chen Mu wasn't going to hold back.
He was preparing to make one of the most powerful cards he could make at the moment — the folding Yanbo card.
He had studied the methods and steps for making the folding Yanbo card for a long time, and it could be said that he knew it by heart. But he hadn't had enough materials, and he had put more energy into the tailless shuttle card, so he wasn't too keen on the folding Yanbo card.
Now was the time to show his strength, and the folding Yanbo card was naturally the best choice.
He had always had great confidence in what would appear in the mysterious card.
The materials there were complete, and the most critical materials needed for the folding Yanbo card were all there. He could find substitutes for those that weren't there.
The materials needed for each kind of card composition were different, and the unavoidable task of a card master was to find substitutes for the materials.
Each kind of card didn't only have one composition, and Chen Mu had found 12 different compositions for even the simplest one-star power card.
In the eyes of a card master, the composition of a card was full of elasticity.
The raw materials and formulas he knew were all summarized from the research of predecessors.
Each kind of card, especially those high-grade cards, would require dozens or even hundreds of materials.
It would be too difficult to completely follow those formulas, so the card masters came up with a way — to find substitutes.
There were quite a few works in that area, such as the more common "Table of Physical Properties," "Handbook of Materials Science," and so on.
In the Big Six, they would often have their own internal compilation of relevant manuals, which were several times more abundant than those on the market, and which couldn't be bought outside.
But not all materials could be substituted.
Every kind of card composition had a few key materials, none of which could be substituted.
What materials could be substituted, what could be used to exchange, and what would be the effect after the substitution. When all of that was put together, it was a very profound and vast knowledge.
Of course, he couldn't make cards in the warehouse. In order to achieve the best results, Chen Mu followed the fatty to a specialized card making studio.
Xi Ping took a step forward and lightly knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
"It's me!" Xi Ping responded.
"Come in."
Pushing open the door, he saw a brown-haired old man doing experiments.
When the old man saw Yang An, he was stunned. "An, why are you here?"
"Pearson." The fatty explained his intentions. "I need to borrow your card making lab for a while."
"Ann, I'm conducting an experiment."
Pearson said unhappily, waving his withered arm. "I thought you'd come to deliver materials to me. I never thought you'd actually have designs on my card making lab!"
"Hehe, it won't take long.
I'll reimburse you for the cost of the materials. "
He said to Chen Mu, "Feel free to use it, my boy. If you need Pearson's help, just let me know."
"Good night!"
Pearson's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he couldn't help but roar, "You want me to work for this guy who looks like he hasn't even grown his hair yet?
This is an insult to a Card Master, a Card Master with an intermediate professional title!
The most serious insult! "
"Pearson, you spent 3 million Oudi's worth of materials last month, and so far you haven't succeeded in making a single card.
Are you going to pay the money back now? "Xi Ping frowned and added on the side.
Up until then, Pearson had already spent about 30 million Oudi's worth of materials without any results.
But the big boss had also agreed to the project, and he couldn't object.
Pearson's face was bright red, and he said in embarrassment, "Please believe me, An. The experiment is about to succeed!
Give me a few more months, and I'll certainly succeed! "
The fatty made a stop gesture and tilted his head to ask, "Help Mr. Cao if he needs it."
"No problem!"
Pearson's previous anger disappeared, and he patted his chest loudly. "Pearson is an excellent assistant!"
The fatty turned around and said to Chen Mu with a smile, "Go ahead, my boy. If you need any help, just ask Pearson.
He's a mid-grade card master, and his foundation isn't bad. "
"I'm going to be a high-grade card master soon!" Pearson couldn't help but defend himself.
Chen Mu nodded. "OK." He then started to put the materials he'd brought from the warehouse on the table.
"Oh, my god!
My god, what am I seeing? Am I dreaming?
Liquid snow iron!
This is liquid snow iron! I can't believe I'm seeing liquid snow iron! "
Pearson was trembling with excitement, and his frail body was swaying like a reed in the wind. His old face, which was like an air-dried orange peel, was flushed, and his mouth was flying as though he were spitting beads. "This is cat's eye sandalwood. My god, it's at least ten years old!
Star tuber grass?
Could this be star tuber grass?
Ah!
My god, it's a hallucination. This must be a hallucination. I must be going crazy thinking about it … "
Pearson was muttering in front of the materials in a daze, his whole person sinking into a kind of unconscious fanaticism.
Chen Mu looked at Pearson with understanding. He hadn't been much better when he'd suddenly seen the materials.
But he didn't have time to get tangled up with the old man. He'd already started his own work.
He first brought the star tuber grass in front of him.
It was a little bigger than a palm, and the whole plant was purple. Its leaves were plump and glistening, and it emitted a kind of aroma similar to that of taro.
When the leaves were turned over, they could see specks of stripes, each of which was a very standard five-pointed star.
He first used the pulverizer to pulverize the star tuber and then used the A-13 reagent to extract it, obtaining a tube of purple transparent liquid.
Then, he carefully dripped the liquid from the liquid snow iron into the tube of purple liquid.
In the blink of an eye, the purple liquid became as black as ink.
The fatty and the others had long since been dumbfounded.
When a card master was making a card, he couldn't let anyone disturb him. They had never seen a card master make a card before.
Chen Mu didn't ask them to leave that time, and they were naturally happy to see it. They were all staring with wide eyes, afraid to miss a single detail.
Pearson was staring at Chen Mu's hands, frowning in deep thought as he muttered, "What principle is this … How could the liquid snow iron be used like this …"
The movements of Chen Mu's hands were dazzling, as though he didn't need to think. Every movement and step was at his fingertips.
In the eyes of the fatty and the others, Chen Mu was like a superb dancer. Every movement was so beautiful and smooth, like floating clouds and flowing water, giving people the feeling that it was done in one go.
Pearson had already given up thinking. His eyes were shining as he looked at Chen Mu, and his hands were gesticulating from time to time, imitating Chen Mu's movements.
He was 100 percent sure that the youth in front of him, who looked no more than 17 or 18, had much more profound attainments in card making than he did.
As the saying goes, amateurs watch for the excitement, while the experts see the artistry.
Every step of Chen Mu's looked ordinary and simple, but in Pearson's eyes, it had a deep meaning.
After putting in the materials one by one, Pearson memorized them in his mind, hoping to get something out of them.
But he also knew it would mostly be futile.
Card making was an extremely precise discipline, and the slightest error could have a completely different result.
He only knew the order of the materials and didn't know their weight, which wouldn't be of much use.
In his mind, he had already determined that Chen Mu must be a grandmaster card master. Even if he wasn't, he must be a high-grade card master.
To be able to witness the entire process of an ace card making was a rare opportunity.
Although his counterpart wouldn't personally teach him, he could still learn quite a bit.
For example, he had never heard of or thought that liquid snow iron could be processed that way.
That was a great inspiration to him.
It was very quiet in the card making lab, and no one dared to breathe. Even the pretty female card artisan next to the fatty couldn't help but hold her breath.
Chen Mu was very excited.
No matter who it was, when he was faced with a tube of card ink that cost about 50 million Oudi materials to make, he couldn't help but get excited. Moreover, he had personally spent that 50 million.
The card ink was as dark as the night, with specks of silver light floating and flashing, which was indescribably beautiful and mysterious.
But, he didn't have time to revel in the beautiful card ink.
The card ink was very hot, and its temperature was about 150 degrees. Chen Mu needed to use it up before it dropped to 72 degrees. Otherwise, the beautiful tube of card ink would lose its effectiveness.
The temperature dropped from 150 degrees Celsius to 72 degrees Celsius, and it took between 37 and 45 minutes.
Chen Mu wanted to finish drawing the folding Yanbo card during that time, not just one, but two!
Although he was familiar with the composition of the folding Yanbo card, he had never made one and wasn't sure he could succeed on his first try.
Just to be sure, he simply made two portions of card ink at once, which would give him another chance. But, that also meant he would have to speed things up.
Without hesitation, he took out the two three-star cards he had prepared and put them on the table, as well as the "weak water" pen set.
Pearson's eyes were shining as he stared at the "weak water" pen set.
Although he didn't know what the card pens were called or which grandmaster had made them, he could tell at a glance that they weren't ordinary.
But, when he thought about how far his counterpart's accomplishments in the area of cards surpassed his own, the envy in his heart faded quite a bit. Instead, he felt a little self-righteous.
By that time, Pearson was full of regret. If he'd known earlier, he would have run up to help out. Then, he might have been able to stand behind his counterpart and watch.
The card ink and the surface of the card fit together through perception, and that fit had countless changes that couldn't be guessed at. It was only easy to detect when it was being made.
The pen was like a dragon and a snake, and the wrist was as soft as if it didn't have any bones. It was breathtaking.
By then, Pearson was prostrating himself in admiration. He had never seen such skillful movements and such valiant basic skills from any card master.
If he knew Chen Mu had practiced his basic skills by making tens of thousands of one-star power cards, he didn't know what he would think.
The sweat on his forehead was as fine as beads, and Chen Mu's breathing was a little rough, but the rhythm of his hands hadn't changed in the slightest.
Time was ticking by, and the last stroke was finished like smoke, announcing to everyone that the folding Yanbo card was complete!