Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

Chapter 102 Opening

Lingfei followed her curiously, and saw that Lingchu left the shopping mall with the things he bought, and found an empty alley, put those shelves together, and quickly pieced together a table similar to a small table. There is also a thing like a flagpole.

Then, she used spray paint to spray Braille on the two pieces of cloth.

Lingfei leaned over to take a closer look, and on the long strip of cloth was written: Fortune teller, in four large characters.

On the square cloth, there are more characters.

There are four big characters on it: fortune-telling and fortune-telling.

There are a bunch of fine print below.

Probably because I was afraid that others would not know what fortune-telling and fortune-telling means, and the small print is a comment.

What it says is: You can predict the future and good or bad fortune, and you don't need money if you don't work.

Lingfei finally understood what Lingchu was doing with these moths.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smacked his tongue: "Is this... a stall?"

"Well, it can be regarded as something necessary for setting up a stall."

Lingchu hung the long strip of cloth on a wooden stick, like a signboard.

Lingfei realized, "Sister, what do you mean, take these things and go to Central Park to tell someone's fortune?"

"Any questions?"

Lingchu packed up his things and swept them into Lingfei's arms, "Hold, let's go."

Lingfei: "..."

No, why make him do hard work?

Lingfei hurriedly hugged a mess of things, staggered and almost fell.

Lingchu turned a blind eye and walked straight past him.

Lingfei hugged those things in a hurry, barely stabilized his figure, and followed behind Lingchu without daring to speak out.

The taller wooden frame was carried behind his back, and he held a small wooden frame and a piece of cloth in his arms.

His sight was blocked for a while, and he could only walk forward with one step deep and one step shallow.

Almost fell down several times.

The instigator of all this, Lingchu, was happy and leisurely. On the way to Central Park, he bought a drink and walked forward while drinking, as if he was taking a walk after dinner.

look at yourself again...

Lingfei felt more and more like a hard worker, or a hard worker with no money.

He looked at Lingchu several times, trying to quit, but in the end he hesitated to speak.

Under Lingfei's difficult pace, Lingchu and him dawdled for a while before rushing to Central Park.

When they arrived, there were already many people in Central Park.

Young and old, men and women.

There are older ones who are exercising, and some younger ones who run around.

There are also teenagers like Lingfei who play on the field.

Lingchu chose a place with a lot of traffic but out of the way, pointed and said, "Put your things down."

Lingfei, who was exhausted and out of breath, quickly put down his things.

Lingchu put things in order, put the flag in the soil next to it, and piled it with stones to prevent it from falling down.

If this is done well, her stall will be opened.

Lingfei sat down on the ground next to him, and rested for a while. Seeing that Lingchu was done, he wiped the sweat off his face, grinned and said, "Sister, do you think someone will come to you to tell your fortune?"

Lingchu took out a small piece of cloth from his pocket again, put it on the ground, then sat down on his buttocks, and said calmly: "It's all about fate, and fate will come naturally."

Lingfei: "..."

What is this all about?
To put it bluntly, even Lingchu can't guarantee that there will be guests.

Lingfei felt that they would be messing around today.

However, the result did not let Lingfei get his wish.

As soon as Lingchu's things were arranged, some passers-by stopped and took a closer look at the writing on the cloth.

(End of this chapter)