The land in my hometown may be broken into pieces!

Xu Dongqing came back to his senses and looked at the few beauties who were busy in the room. There was a commotion in his heart. Otherwise, he would have made a lot of money from Ding Xie anyway.

Get in the car.

Beauty!

"Let's eat."

When Xu Dongqing and Fang Zhanbo returned to the dining table, they suddenly discovered a sad fact. The table was too small and there was no room for a room full of women.

You can't just sit and eat by yourself while everyone else is standing.

"Take a seat."

Fang Zhanbo looked at the hesitant Xu Dongqing with some confusion.

"Is it enough to sit down?"

"It's okay, let's eat first."

The macho Fang Zhanbo made Xu Dongqing realize again what unscrupulousness is.

Don’t you understand what it means to cherish the fragrance and cherish the jade?

"Holly, if you want to eat, there's still room in the kitchen. Fang Fang, Fang Min and I can just go to the kitchen and eat."

Uh!

Evil capitalism.

Xu Dongqing could only sit down and take two bites in embarrassment. Luo Huiling's cooking skills were not bad. This poor woman spent her whole life wandering around and raising several children for Fang Jinxin.

It’s a pity the final result.

Damn it!

Eat and drink enough.

Fang Zhanbo was sitting on a simple folding bed, looking at Xu Dongqing sitting on the chair, with a curious look on his face: "How did you know that Ding Xie will make money today."

A few little money fans who originally went back to the house.

I felt energetic instantly.

Looking at Xu Dongqing.

Although he is a bit older, this eldest brother is full of wealth. If he can marry into a wealthy family like the little Jew, he will not have to worry about food and drink in his life. Fang Ting looks like a kid.

Although still studying in St. Paul.

But the eyes full of little stars made Xu Dongqing feel a chill down her back.

Nima.

Could it be that Ding Xie is thinking about it?

"He has ten years of great fortune. During these ten years, no matter what he does, he will make a fortune. Why don't I follow him and grab the fortune?" Xu Dongqing gave them an explanation that surprised them.

Ten years of great luck.

Does it look like feudal superstition at first glance?

Is this really the case?

Luo Huiling was a little confused.

Looking at Xu Dongqing’s eyes, there is something profound.

"Isn't it because he knows how to trade stocks?" Luo Huiling asked a question that Fang Zhanbo wanted to ask all the time. After all, there was a stockbroker behind him.

Maybe it's just good luck.

"Didn't we see Ding Xie stop Chen Wanxian's car at noon and talk for a while? I believe that Chen Wanxian was manipulating the stock market behind the scenes, which allowed Ding Xie to make money."

Luo Huiling said calmly.

Hey.

In fact, according to Luo Huiling's logic, it is also correct.

Ten years of great luck.

This is indeed a bit difficult to post. No one will believe your shameless excuse. However, Xu Dongqing shook his head and felt that his speculation was much more reliable than theirs.

The TV series "Big Time" itself has a bit of fantasy color.

It’s all Ding Xie who is blindly understanding.

Chen Wanxian is talking about the East, but Ding Xie understands the West.

What can I say?

Is there something wrong with Suo Ding Xia’s brain?

Not necessarily.

At most, he is a paranoid.

"Don't all the rich people here believe in Feng Shui masters?" Xu Dongqing gave an unexpected answer.

Hey.

How do they understand?

I just heard that some Feng Shui masters are indeed guests of the rich.

Maybe it's true.

"If that's the case, can I always follow Ding Xie to pick up money?" Fang Zhanbo showed a ray of golden light, so he mainly looked for opportunities.

I can definitely make a comeback.

"Pick up the money!"

"You can say that!"

Xu Dongqing never thought that Fang Zhanbo would say this. He believed that everything could be calculated. As for those fantasy things, everything was a lie.

"If I know what Ding Xie is buying tomorrow, I will continue to buy after him and sell on the same day."

Xu Dongqing reminded.

"Got it."

"But I don't believe what you said is true. I believe in my own brain." Fang Zhanbo curled his lips and said.

"It's up to you."

Take the little Jew and walk down the stairs.

Xu Dongqing looked at the cage house in front of her.

I feel sad.

This living environment is the background of Xiangjiang.

If there weren't so many people at the bottom, how could the wealth of the rich be reflected in this way?

There is also the Kowloon Walled City next door, which is a real no-no zone.

Walking along Victoria's harbor.

Xu Dongqing and Xiao Jue were talking and laughing along the way, and a drunken figure appeared in front of their eyes. It was Long Jiwen who they met in the afternoon. They couldn't help but sigh, this place is really small.

The sea of ​​people is huge.

I can still meet her here.

Beside, there were a few hooligans, whispering to each other, and it was obvious that they were attracted to Long Jiwen's beauty.

"If it's just for fun, then sell it to Bolan Street and become a young lady..."

Hey!

A sudden chill.

Xu Dongqing listened to the conversation of these boys and felt that she should be taken home. This was better than being bullied by a bunch of yellow guys.

Return to Bolan Street.

He has really never been there. When that day comes, he can go and see the legendary Thirteenth Sister when he is free. One person can make a name for himself on Bolan Street.

Mama Sang!

It’s also a legend.

"Miss Long, are you drunk?" The little Jew heard the whispers of a bunch of yellow haired people. She was kind-hearted and quickly helped Long Jiwen up.

"Little Jew."

Long Jiwen, looking at the beauty in front of him.

I feel sad.
To be continued...