Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

Lingchu has no design talent.

She didn't even think about how complicated the leaflet would be, so she just wanted to simply explain her shop, what it does, what address it is, what its name is, and leave her contact information. .

Yan Chen asked, "Then, what's the name of your shop?"

Lingchu was taken aback.

Oh yes.

She didn't seem to have thought about what a better name for her shop.

Lingchu rubbed his chin, "Otherwise, it should be called Sanqing Pavilion?"

Yan Chen repeated in a low voice: "Sanqing Pavilion? Is there any history?"

Lingchu laughed dryly: "There is no origin, I just remembered it suddenly. I am a superstitious person, and the name I remembered at the first time should be related to me, so let's call it this name."

Yan Chen stared at her, "Really?"

Lingchu laughed dryly, "Of course it's true."

When Yan Chen heard the words, he nodded, "Okay, let's call it this name."

Lingchu breathed a sigh of relief.

That excuse was indeed what she used to deceive Yan Chen.

But she can only lie to Yan Chen.

After all, she couldn't tell Yan Chen that this name came from the Taoist temple where she used to be.

The Taoist temple I was in before Lingchu was the Sanqing Temple.

However, this name cannot be used directly.

At the beginning of the spirit, it was changed a bit.

Yan Chen didn't know much about these things, but instinctively felt that the name Lingchu blurted out must have a source.

But seeing that Lingchu insisted that it was a temporary inspiration, he didn't think much about it. According to Lingchu's request, he designed a version of the leaflet that Lingchu wanted on the terminal.

Give Ling Chu a look.

Lingchu looked at it and was quite satisfied, so he decided: "This is what I want, it's simple and generous, and it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

When Yan Chen heard the words, he said yes, and he quickly saved the things in his personal computer account.

This kind of terminal brain account is similar to the cloud that Lingchu has come into contact with.

No matter what terminal computer you are on, as long as you log in to your account, you can see what belongs to you.

After storing it, Yan Chen first sent Lingchu to Ling's house, and after picking up the things, he went to Central Park.

Then, go back to Sigret to print the leaflets.

Lingchu thought about it, and asked Yan Chen to help print fifty copies.

It shouldn't be much.

Yan Chen agreed, and then drove away.

Lingchu took the things he brought back from Ling's house and went to the old place in Central Park to continue setting up a stall.

When Lingchu arrived, the old grandfather was already there.

Seeing her coming, the grandfather helped her open the booth and asked her, "It's so early today."

Lingchu smiled lightly: "Well, I have nothing to do today, so I came here earlier. But, why did you come so early, Grandpa?"

The old man said with a smile: "I'm alone at home, and I'm free, so I came here early and walked around the Central Park to get some fresh air."

He didn't come here in advance to wait for Lingchu for special purpose.

After his wife left, he didn't bother to stay at home alone.

Basically, after lunch, I will go directly to Central Park to hang out, breathe fresh air, and exercise by the way.

It just so happened that Lingchu came early today.

When Lingchu heard the words, he smiled, "That's a coincidence, but, starting tomorrow, you won't be able to see me."

The old man paused and asked curiously: "What's the matter? Little girl, don't you come here from now on?"

Lingchu said with a smile: "I opened a shop by myself, specializing in fortune-telling, and I will work there from now on."