Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

Chapter 103 No Business

Fortunately, this is a modern male novel. Even in the interstellar era, the common language is still Chinese characters.

Everyone can understand what she wrote.

Seeing the words on it, predicting future fortune and good fortune, many people are quite curious.

"Fortune-telling?"

There was a little old man who stopped in front of the booth, held his reading glasses, and looked at the words carefully, "Foretelling the future, is this fortune-telling?"

Lingchu raised his face with a smile, "Grandpa, this is just a noun, and it's just a simple explanation. Fortune-telling includes a lot. If you want, how about I give you a divination?"

"Can't understand."

The little old man shook his head, with a head of sparse white hair, staggered away.

Seeing this, Lingfei couldn't help but said in a low voice: "I guess I think you are crazy, sister."

Lingchu twitched the corner of his lips, "I really don't want to take advantage of it. I won't come for free now. When I charge, he won't even have time to cry."

Lingfei: "..."

I really don't know whether to say Lingchu's self-confidence is good or not.

He has always had a bad feeling.

Some people came from behind, probably out of fresh curiosity, and many people asked a few words about fortune-telling.

Listening to Lingchu's mysterious and mysterious explanations, most people left on the spot.

I don't know if I didn't understand it, or there is something else.

The few who stayed, broke up with Lingchu a few words, asked all kinds of questions, and asked Lingchu to explain carefully.

Lingchu explained this sentence, and they asked Lingchu to explain the next sentence.

One question after another.

Lingchu felt as if he had participated in a [-] why answer contest.

however……

She showed 120 million points of patience and explained patiently, but all these people left.

"No, I've been talking for a long time, why are you leaving?"

When Lingchu saw this scene, he almost laughed angrily.

She didn't know what the problem was.

Lingfei didn't know where to get an apple. Hearing Lingchu's words, he took a bite of the apple and said vaguely: "Let me just say it, they don't believe it."

Lingchu was a little speechless.

Now this world is too sci-fi, and everything seems to be explained scientifically.

Fortune-telling and fortune-telling have long been left behind in the river of history, becoming a drop in the ocean, invisible and no one remembers.

Most people probably really took her words as gossip, or a biography of a novel.

Lingchu was a little helpless.

At this moment, with a few footsteps, a pair of long legs suddenly appeared in front of Lingchu.

Lingchu looked up along those straight legs, and was about to ask if he wanted to tell a fortune.

But looking up, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

Lingchu was a little surprised when he saw Yan Chen standing in front of him, "Senior Yan Chen, why are you here?"

Yan Chen glanced behind him and replied, "He brought me here."

Hearing this, Ling Chu glanced behind him, only to find that there was a person standing half a step behind Yan Chen.

He is about the same age as Yan Chen, and looks like he should also be a student of Sigret College.

Lingchu hadn't had time to ask who this person was.

Lingfei jumped up as if catapulted to start, quickly hid the remaining half of the apple behind his back, and said happily: "Senior Yan Chen, senior Zheng Ming, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Zheng Ming walked out from behind Yan Chen, with a smile on his face, he looked much easier to get along with than the strict Yan Chen, "Isn't this after school? The local conditions and customs will save this old man from staying in the research room every day, making himself stupid with his research."

(End of this chapter)