On the card's front was an illustration of a pair of handcuffs and a short iron staff.
The card's back showed an iron-barred gate.
At the bottom of the card, small text appeared:
"Prison Patrol."
Just four words. No explanation.
But the image on the card, combined with these four words, was enough to indicate the profession it represented.
Father Shen Shi'an was a street patrol officer. And I'd be a prison patrol?
No.
Shen Ye's eyes flickered. He observed the cards for a moment, then suddenly reached out and plucked one.
Another card appeared in his hand.
The front of this card depicted a microphone, while the back was a neon-lit stage under vibrant colors.
"Singer-Dancer."
Hmph.
Tempting.
But under the current social climate, whether it's the Cosmic Will or the Ultimate Creation, the focus won't be on this kind of thing.
Maybe someday, after world peace, I can start a career and host concerts.
But not now.
