The prince can read minds! I just want to be a princess and have a bad time

"Then can I leave now?" Shen Yu asked happily. There was only one hour left and he had already wasted quite a bit of time.

She finally discovered that it was impossible to have a good conversation with someone like Lu Yingxing. Although he seemed easy to talk to, he actually already had the result he wanted. No matter how you refused, he would lead the answer to the result he wanted. In other words: you're wasting my time.

"Where did you originally plan to go, madam? I have nothing to do anyway," Lu Yingxing said with a smile.

Shen Yu “…………” couldn’t help but rolled his eyes, turned around and left. I can’t get rid of you, right?

Lu Yingxing was very satisfied with her playful appearance, and followed her slowly. He had seen many other noble ladies being shy in front of him, and he felt that the experience of being given the cold shoulder several times a day was very new to him.

This kind of Shen Yu is more vivid, worthy of being his goddess! !

Looking at this dog-skin plaster behavior, Shen Yu really thinks that Lu Yingxing is bad. Can we be a little more normal?

When I read about other people traveling through time and space in books, the men they were assigned to were either cold, dark, and expressionless? Or they were gloomy and disabled? Why was she assigned to a scumbag?

Yesterday I just saw that his character was a "cold man", then in the evening he turned into a "freeloader man", this morning he was a "wife man", and now even the skills of a "follower man" have been lit up. You really know how to play!

Shen Yu suddenly understood why those so-called pig-killing victims fell for it, because there are many scumbag men, and there is always one that suits you...

Ignoring this dog's tail, since they were going to Zhuocheng together, they would meet sooner or later...

Shen Yu walked through the streets and alleys as planned and entered "Zimu Study" through the back door.

"Sister!!! Why are you here!"

Lu Yingxing followed in and raised his eyebrows. He found that the little boy's eyes were somewhat similar to Shen Yu's. Sister? Did the little fox bring him to see the hidden little tail? This means that she trusts him! !

Lu Yingxing was satisfied, and immediately put on the face of a kind brother-in-law.

"I'm here to deliver the new issue of manuscripts to you, sir. Here, and your favorite new snack," Shen Yu leaned over and touched his little head. He was still a child of a few years old, with fluffy hair, and spoke with a baby voice. "It seems that our Yu baby has become a little shopkeeper."

Lu Yingxing was upset, remembering that after his wife left the palace, she had clearly said she would buy cakes for him...

After hearing this, the little boy blushed, stared with his big dark grape eyes, and said fiercely, "Don't call me Yu baby, sister An An is the worst." After saying that, he stole a glance at the tall man following behind her sister.

At this time, an elegant middle-aged man in gray clothes came out from behind the counter and said with a smile, "Boss, you don't know that Hai'er helped collect a few new stories this morning."

Lu Yingxing stood leisurely behind Shen Yu, listening to their familiar chat, and looked up at this somewhat simple study.

The west of the city is expensive, the east of the city is rich, the north of the city is chaotic, and the south of the city is poor. Due to the low consumption level, the population in the south of the city is relatively stable, and it is the most populous area in Los Angeles.

There are all kinds of shops outside the door, most of which are study rooms and calligraphy and painting shops. The streets and alleys are filled with hawking sounds, children are running around and playing, and from time to time, men dressed as scholars are seen bringing their women to bargain with vendors. It is not gorgeous but real, creating a vivid street picture.

Before Shen Yu traveled through time into the book, she was a hacker boss and team leader. Her skills were only average, so it was not her turn to take action. After all, if even she, a computer user, had to take action, then their entire team would be almost dead.

In the past, she could penetrate all the firewalls with just a flick of her finger, and monitor the entire city without leaving her home. But once she traveled back to the time before liberation, in the ancient times without the Internet, she couldn't even figure out how many people lived next door...

This made Shen Yu feel extremely insecure, so the first thing she did after escaping six years ago was to build an information network. "Zimu Study" was used for this purpose and was located in the famous "Shusheng Street" in the south of the city.

Scholars who had gone to Beijing for imperial examinations over the years stayed here. Some of them felt that they were talented but were frustrated, while others had given up on official careers long ago and settled down here. Most people here make a living by selling writings, and their lives are relatively stable. Everyone just wants to make a little money to support their families, and this is exactly what Shen Yu is interested in.

She used to have a habit of marking all sources of information. It might not always be useful, but it gave her unexpected benefits at critical moments.

Although gossip circulates faster in the mixed market of the north city, with brothels, boats, gambling houses, pawnshops and other sources of information being endless, the problem is that the population mobility is too great, making it impossible to identify and trace the source of information.

Furthermore, a commoner like her with no background would not dare to buy and sell information openly.

So Shen Yu changed the packaging: writing a storybook.

To put it another way: collecting inspiration for storytelling.

There is a huge demand for inspiration in storybooks, so the study encourages nearby students to collect stories they heard from the public and pay a certain fee based on the degree of their interest. All kinds of bizarre, love-hate, and stories involving the wrath of heaven and man are collected.

At the beginning, some people would make up their own plots, but later on, similar plots could not be sold, so everyone began to actively collect various gossips heard from relatives and friends around them, add salt and vinegar to them, and then sell them to the study.

Among those people, there would be maids in the wealthy families in the south of the city, kitchen aunties in the official residences in the west of the city, waiters in the restaurants in the west of the city, doormen in the escort agencies, and even musicians in the brothels in the north of the city, thugs in the gambling houses, and so on.

Their existence is too insignificant, so the masters will naturally ignore it.

They are like ants under a big tree, lurking throughout Los Angeles, reading all the trivial matters of every household.

As long as you dare to say that the information you provided is the inspiration for the story? We in the study will believe it. As we all know, all stories are fake... Any similarities are purely coincidental.

Inspiration providers are not required to register their names, but if your inspiration is fortunate enough to be selected to write a book, you will receive an additional "royalty". But if you don't register? Sorry, we can't find your money, and the money will automatically flow into the next bonus.

Therefore, most people are not opposed to registering basic information: name + address + where did you hear it from?

The purpose of doing this is self-evident. It can be said that 90% of the residents in the south of the city have sold inspiration in "Zimu Shuzhai", and 80% of the scholars have worked as writers in private. The identities of input and output are not interchangeable, so everyone feels at ease.

The study is generous and never defaults on payments. As long as your ideas are good enough, you can sell them for at least ten coins, and it is said that the highest price has been more than ten taels! !

In addition to selling storybooks, the store also secretly provides stories for storytellers in major restaurants in Los Angeles.

Residents make money from inspiration, scholars make money from writing, and study rooms make money from selling finished products, and the income of the three parties is stable.

Therefore, everyone tacitly protects this small, iron rice bowl hidden in the bustling city.