I rely on metaphysics to keep the boss alive and get rich

Chapter 22 President Li, do you need a magic talisman to suppress evil spirits?

Gee.

Li Zhihe couldn't hold back, and raised his eyebrows.

Then he said:

"Okay, then follow Miss Yun's rules."

It's all up to this point, Yun Sangyu doesn't have any other superfluous opinions:
"Mr. Li, can I prepare something for tonight's flight?"

The ones I bought yesterday are definitely not enough. When I go to Yandu City, I don’t know what to expect. How can I have so much time to buy these?
So, if you can prepare now, prepare everything as soon as possible, in case of unexpected accidents.

"Before five o'clock, Miss Yun can do whatever she wants."

"no problem."

It's not even ten o'clock now, and there are still seven full hours before five o'clock in the afternoon.

Just as Yun Sangyu was about to turn around, she suddenly remembered something and stopped abruptly.

"Boss Li!" shouted.

Li Zhihe didn't move, and quietly looked at the woman in front of him:
"What's the matter?"

amount.

"It's nothing, but the invisible evil spirit on Mr. Li's face is a bit serious. I want to ask Mr. Li, do you need a magic talisman?"

Don't you need money to go out and prepare things?
The sum of the pockets on my body is not worth 100 yuan. What can I prepare for this?
But it is also clear that people like Li Zhihe generally like to settle things once and for all.

Besides, the evil spirit talisman is not simple, if the creator of the talisman adds some spiritual power to it, it will be amazing.

When have things that can save lives been cheaper?

Moreover, Boss Li is indeed very evil, what if something unexpected happens in these few hours?

Once the evil spirit is too severe, the human body cannot bear it.

With a magic talisman, at least it can be safer, isn't it?

The corner of Li Zhihe's mouth twitched several times, probably because he had never seen such a woman before, and was too excited.

"How much?" He asked casually.

cough cough.

Yun Sangyu is also embarrassed to call out the high price:

"Two hundred, this includes the price for showing President Li just now. As for the interpretation of the hexagram, we will wait until Yandu City to solve it together."

"can."

After finishing speaking, he opened the drawer in front of him, and inside lay several stacks of red Mao Zedong, at least 50 yuan.

The slender fingers pulled out two sheets from the first stack, and then closed the drawer with a 'bang'.

hand over:

"Miss Yun, here it is."

Naturally, Yun Sangyu would not be polite, this was all her hard-earned money, and it was not in vain.

Putting the two sheets of Grandpa Mao into his trouser pocket, he smiled brightly:
"Thank you boss, I will draw a talisman for the boss right now."

Ok?
"Draw now?"

Yun Sangyu nodded:

"Yeah, it's not difficult. I just brought a few pieces of yellow paper, but I need to use Mr. Li's ink."

Ink?

Li Zhihe was very curious:
"Don't you generally use cinnabar symbols?"

It's all done on TV.

Yun Sangyu nodded:
"That's right, cinnabar is usually used, but ink ink can also be used occasionally. It mainly depends on what type of talisman needs to be drawn."

There are too many things in metaphysics, and only those who have entered this field will understand.

Li Zhihe didn't ask any more questions. It happened that there were two bottles of ink on the desk, one bottle was opened and the other bottle was sealed.

Finally, without accident, the sealed bottle was moved forward:
"Give."

Yun Sangyu took it over and looked at it. Seeing that there was no problem, she rummaged through the bag.

He took out a few pieces of yellow paper that had already been cut, and spread them on the desk very carefully.

Li Zhihe didn't show it on his face, but his eyes didn't even blink.

That's enough to highlight Mr. Li's hypocritical curiosity.

(End of this chapter)