The host of Kuaichuan is dedicated to his career

Lin Qingchen returned to the Hehuan Sect, cleaned himself up, and after eating and drinking, he lay on the bed and slowly received the information from the original owner. He was thinking about how to lead the entire Hehuan Sect to get rich and revitalize This sect.

The original owner seems to be a person with mediocre qualifications except for the force value.

However, he also has another thing he is good at, which is making sesame seed cakes. The original owner experienced a famine when he was young, and a kind person gave him a sesame seed cake.

I finally succeeded in college.

"There is."

Lin Qingchen seemed to have an idea in his mind.

Saby: "What's up?"

Lin Qingchen yawned, "After I finish my rest, I will hold a sect meeting and discuss with them how I can revive the Acacia sect. Just wait, I will definitely let them reach the pinnacle of life. "

Sabie: "Will your shit idea make them take it?"

Lin Qingchen stretched her waist, loosened her aching muscles and bones, and then pulled up the quilt, "I am the head of the sect, so I must obey me. Besides, they are half-dead now. If they don't listen to me, they will die." Bar."

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was rising, and the morning light shone down from the top of the mountains, bringing a sense of warmth and leisure.

The members of the sect who were in a chaotic state heard the distant and mellow ringing of the bell, and suddenly became excited.

The big bell on the top of the mountain is usually rang only when there are important events. Since the sect's decline, the bell has never been rang again.

Now that it was sounded and so sharply, something important must have happened.

Thinking of this, everyone rushed to the main hall of the sect's parliament - the meeting hall.

Lin Qingchen put down the bell striker in his hand, stretched his waist, and took a few mouthfuls of refreshing air. After a good night's sleep, his whole body felt much more refreshed.

Thinking that almost all the people should have arrived at the meeting hall, they leisurely walked down the mountain.

Before stepping into the gate of the meeting hall, Lin Qingchen frowned when he heard coughing from inside.

What the hell are these, all of them seem to have tuberculosis, Lin Qingchen is afraid that they will cough up their lungs.

As soon as Lin Qingchen stepped into the main hall, he saw the atmosphere of the audience, which was sluggish, lacking in energy, and depressingly dull.

Seeing Lin Qingchen coming, everyone seemed to be forced by someone, shouting desperately: "Master."

"Meet the master."

Hearing this, Lin Qingchen wanted to flinch.

"Okay, okay, stop shouting, everyone should sit down, sit down, and stand up."

Lin Qingchen sat at the head of the sect, looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled, and said, "I called everyone here today to discuss how to revive our sect."

When the elders heard this, their eyes lit up. The Hehuan faction really needs to speed up its pace to revive.

"I don't know what the master plan is?" an elder asked.

Lin Qingchen said seriously: "It's not a big plan, but it has been carefully considered."

"To revive the sect, funds are urgently needed, but the Hehuan sect is so poor that it can't be solved, so I have to do something else to raise funds first, so I decided to ask the disciples of the sect to accompany me to start a small business."

The elder asked quite expectantly: "What kind of small business is the head going to do?"

"I want to change the sect for a while." Lin Qingchen stood up from his seat, as if looking down on the emperor of the world, "Come out with me to set up a street stall."

"..."

The head's brain is broken? !

Everyone thought of this at the same time, whether the loss of martial arts greatly stimulated the spirit of the master, and he was willing to fall.

The head of the dignified sect went to set up a stall?

Lin Qingchen observed everyone's expressions, and saw that they hesitated to speak, and said again: "Why, do you disagree? Feel ashamed?"

"Or do you have a better idea?"

"not at all......"

Lin Qingchen poked their sore spots, "Do you think you can revive this sect by lying on the bed all day long? Just daydream!"

They bowed their heads in shame.

Lin Qingchen continued to persuade: "One-time hard work will lead to future glory, no matter how you say it, it will not be a disadvantage."

"It's great to set up a street stall. The cost doesn't need to be too much. You just need to have a mouth and hands. What's the shame in earning money with your own hard work? Besides, small businesses can make big money. Haven't you heard of it?"

"Excuse me, Master, what shall we do?"

Lin Qingchen smiled confidently, with a pair of piercing black eyes emitting a different kind of brilliance, "Today the whole sect will learn how to make sesame seed cakes with me, and tomorrow we will go to the next door sect to set up a stall to sell sesame seed cakes."

There was a moment of total silence.The head's mind was really hit hard.

Master, are you serious?

Go to the next door to sell biscuits?

Do you think you are Da Lang?

Lin Qingchen made the final decision, "That's it, no rebuttal is allowed. Look at the sect next door, the most popular sect in the Jianghu nowadays, with a huge crowd, it is most suitable to set up a street stall in front of their house!"

It seems to be quite reasonable.

Lin Qingchen smiled sweetly, immersed in her brilliant plan to make money.

A young disciple raised his hand tremblingly, "Master..."

Lin Qingchen looked at him, as kind as the Tathagata Buddha in the west, "What's the matter?"

The disciple said: "The master...the sect is poor...there is no flour, how to learn how to make sesame seed cakes..."

As he spoke, the disciple's voice gradually weakened.

Lin Qingchen's face suddenly collapsed: "..." Why didn't he think of this question?

Lin Qingchen took a deep breath, resisting the urge to hit someone too, gritted her back molars, and said with twitching brains: "Won't you try hard to find a way to get it? I don't care whether you are going to buy it or sell yourself, or go on credit , Everyone must bring back a generation of flour today! The deadline is to come back before sunset."

"..."