After Mrs. Lin left, Ruan Qiqi calculated two more fortunes and then stopped.

"Mrs. Ruan, it doesn't matter if you tell me a few more fortunes. There are only three fortunes a day, and it's too hard to wait."

A few wealthy ladies who had failed to get an appointment came directly to the door because they had urgent matters to see if an exception could be made.

"Yes, Master Lin doesn't have the rule of doing three divinations a day, Madam Ruan, why don't you do a few more!"

Everyone agreed.

"If there are too many, it won't work."

Ruan Qiqi was determined not to give in. She thought three gossips a day were enough, and she would feel tired if there were more than that.

Several wealthy ladies left disappointed and decided to go find Master Lin.

Another three days passed, and they had stolen the safes of several Sakura Country companies. Ruan Qiqi had checked and found that these companies were not friendly to China, so she felt very comfortable taking the money from the safes.

Ruan Qiqi raised a total of three million US dollars as capital and invested it all in the stock market to buy real estate companies in the United States, becoming the winner of this financial war.

In a blink of an eye, they had been in Hong Kong for almost half a month. Ruan Qiqi's reputation was very loud, and even a wealthy family invited her to their home to look at Feng Shui, but she refused on the grounds that she was not good at it.

Fortune telling is okay at fooling people, but I really can't do feng shui. You'll definitely be exposed if you go there.

Wu Yuanzhi didn't show up for such a long time. This traitor was very patient. Ruan Qiqi was not in a hurry either, because she made a lot of money in the stock market. Her original capital of 2 million increased several times and became more than 10 million.

Pei Yuan would be so happy that his teeth would fall out when he brought back this 10 million yuan.

During this period, Ruan Qiqi lived a very comfortable life. She read three books a day and went treasure hunting in the sea with Zaizai and Lu Ye at night. There were indeed countless treasures hidden in the sea. They also found a shipwreck full of gold and made a fortune.

The treasures in the space have become richer, and Ruan Qiqi is in a very good mood, feeling happy every day, until she sees someone who comes uninvited.

"I heard that Madam Ruan is a fortune teller, so I came here specially to tell your fortune."

The person who came to the door was Mo Jinsong, who had not been seen for a long time. He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking very respectable, and his smile was more cunning than that of a fox.

"Does Mr. Xiong believe this, too?"

Several wealthy ladies came together to have their fortunes told. When they saw Mo Jinsong, they all greeted him warmly. It seemed that this fox was doing quite well in Hong Kong.

"Mrs. Qian, Mrs. Zhu, Mrs. Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you look younger and more beautiful?"

Mo Jinsong's words were sweeter than honey, which made several middle-aged rich ladies very happy. They looked at him with even more passion, just like the way a rich woman looks at the top prostitute in a gigolo club.

Ruan Qiqi looked at Mo Jinsong with interest. Could this guy come to Hong Kong to be a gigolo?

"Mrs. Qian, do you know this gentleman?"

Ruan Qiqi pretended not to know the man and asked around with several wealthy ladies.

"How could I not know Mr. Xiong, the talented and romantic man? Mr. Xiong has seduced half of the women in Hong Kong!"

Several rich ladies teased Mo Jinsong, but one could tell that their souls had been hooked away. Even when they were talking to Ruan Qiqi, their eyes were still glancing at Mo Jinsong. These rich ladies were all over fifty years old, but after seeing Mo Jinsong, they all became rejuvenated and turned back into eighteen-year-old girls.

"You guys are such a joke. I've been running out of inspiration for writing lately, so I came to ask Mrs. Ruan for help."

Mo Jinsong smiled slightly, exuding a refined aura from head to toe. A gentle, mature man like him, with a sweet mouth and great talent, has an invincible killing power over women of all ages. No wonder he can make these wealthy ladies so obsessed with him.

"What does Mr. Xiong do for a living?" Ruan Qiqi asked.

"I'm a freelance writer. I write a little bit of everything to make a living," said Mo Jinsong with a smile.

"Mr. Xiong is too modest. Your every word is worth a thousand gold. There is no writer in the city who makes more money than you."

"Mr. Xiong, I want to write an autobiography. When are you free to come to my house?"

"I want to write an autobiography, too. I made the appointment first. Don't forget it, Mr. Xiong!"

Several wealthy ladies who were as close as sisters almost fell out with each other in order to monopolize Mo Jinsong.

Mo Jinsong was like central air conditioning, he quickly coaxed them into submission, and also took orders for several autobiographies, receiving deposits of over 100,000 yuan.

Ruan Qiqi's eyes widened. This guy earned more than her. It was true that living off a gigolo was the most satisfying thing since ancient times.

She summarized it to Mo Jinsong: a handsome, elegant, talented, mature man who can say sweet words and give enough emotional value can almost seduce all the women in Hong Kong.

No woman can escape the deliberate seduction of such a man.

She also guessed the purpose of Mo Jinsong's coming to Hong Kong. These few years have been a sensitive period for the inland and Hong Kong. The higher-ups have been trying to find a way to take back Hong Kong, so Mo Jinsong must have come here with a mission.

With his identity, he can easily get along with various wealthy ladies and must be able to find out a lot of information. Although he is not a gigolo, he is better than a gigolo.

Ruan Qiqi really admired Mo Jinsong. In order to get promoted, this guy was able to bend and stretch, and could be both tough and soft. There were not many people who could do that, and it was hard for such a person not to succeed.

She asked Mo Jinsong to write a random word.

Mo Jinsong picked up the pen and wrote the word "dan".

"New Year's Day is only one month away, so just write this word." He said with a smile.

Ruan Qiqi glanced at him, then carefully looked at the word "Dan" for about ten seconds before slowly saying, "Dan means the sun on top and the sun on the bottom. Sun represents fire. Mr. Xiong, you have been a little irritable lately!"

"I was a little anxious because I couldn't write a manuscript."

Mo Jinsong smiled and did not deny it.

"Dawn means dawn. Mr. Xiong, the night is long and lonely. This is the imbalance of yin and yang, which leads to internal heat. You need to drink more heat-clearing and detoxifying soup to reduce the internal heat. Once the internal heat is reduced, inspiration will come naturally."

Ruan Qiqi tried hard to hold back her laughter and deliberately teased this guy.

When Mo Jinsong mentioned New Year's Day before, he emphasized the word "Yuan". Obviously, he wanted to talk about Wu Yuanzhi. As for coming to tell fortunes, it was just an excuse so she could talk nonsense.

The eyes of several wealthy ladies who were listening attentively suddenly lit up, and they looked at Mo Jinsong like a hungry wolves looking at a little white rabbit.

Ruan Qiqi's mouth twitched. These three rich ladies are all single, either widowed or divorced, and they are at an age where they are as fierce as wolves and tigers. They must have that kind of thoughts about Mo Jinsong.

Mo Jinsong subconsciously moved his body. He also felt the burning gaze, but his back was very cold. He had an appointment with Mrs. Zhu tomorrow. He would go to her house to listen to her tell her legendary stories in the past and write a wonderful autobiography for her.

He was a little hesitant, but he had already received the deposit and he had to keep his word. Besides, he also wanted to get some useful information from Mrs. Zhu.

Mo Jinsong glanced at Ruan Qiqi warningly. If she continued talking nonsense like this, he would have no peace in the future.

"Mrs. Ruan, I have been feeling unwell lately and often feel overwhelmed."

Mo Jinsong hurriedly tried to make up for it, pretending to be weak and coughing a few times.

"I know a little bit about medicine. Let me take Mr. Xiong's pulse."

Ruan Qiqi decided to stop while she was ahead, after all, Mo Jinsong was working for the government.

She pretended to check his pulse and said seriously, "Mr. Xiong is indeed a little weak. It would be best for him to rest for half a year, otherwise it will damage his health and cause endless troubles."

"Is it really that serious?"

Mo Jinsong pretended to be startled and looked shocked.

"It's not serious. Just rest for half a year. Stop drinking and sex. Don't break the rules!"

Ruan Qiqi's tone was very serious, and the three rich ladies believed it. The look in their eyes when they looked at Mo Jinsong became much colder. They had to abstain from sex for half a year, so they should try again after half a year. It would be a waste of effort to try now.

[There is one more update during the day. The work and rest schedule is too difficult to adjust. I can't sleep at night and I have no energy during the day. I will go to bed first and get up during the day to write. I must adjust it well this time, otherwise my body can't take it. Darlings, you also need to sleep well. Health is your greatest asset. Good night]