The small cards prepared for the One Dollar Club were exquisitely crafted. Lance, looking at these cards, fell into deep thought; he suddenly thought of something.
Derexi did not disturb him but stood quietly by his side waiting.
After several minutes, Lance made some movements, and he looked at Derexi, "Sorry, I got distracted. These cards are good; are they printed locally?"
Derexi nodded, "There's a factory, they specialize in this."
Lance returned the cards to him, "Pass me the information about this factory; it might come in handy in the future."
"Additionally, these cards are very nice, with exquisite craftsmanship, they will like them."
"It's best to punch a hole here so it can be attached to a keychain, this way people won't lose it, and it can be seen by others."
"Ask the design personnel if they can make it even more exquisite, money isn't an issue."
Let it become a symbol of status, making people willing to display it.
