People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

The wealthy women had to give up on a crown that cost them $80 million but was actually worth over $30 million.

Those older men who originally wanted to take a picture of the crown to seduce women gave up on the idea without hesitation.

then.

“Congratulations, Mr. Smith. It is an honor to have you at this charity gala,” Janet Martin said, her mouth agape as she uttered flattering words.

That concludes the dinner.

The guests left and went about their own business.

Janet Martin, swaying her hips, approached Ding Ze, bowed slightly, revealing a portion of the impressive cafeteria, and said, "Mr. Smith, please come with me to pay."

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded with a smile, then called to Mickey, “You can play by yourself.”

"Okay, boss," Mickey said sensibly and quickly left.

At the same time, at Janet Martin's signal, her bodyguards also silently dispersed.

Janet Martin warmly and naturally took Ding Ze's arm, and even ate some food in the cafeteria. "Mr. Smith, you really gave me a wonderful surprise tonight."

Ding Ze smiled slyly, "I hope there will be an even bigger surprise waiting for me later."

As fellow gamers, Janet Martin naturally understood, "Of course."

“Wear that crown, I think you’ll look absolutely stunning in it,” Ding Ze suggested.

“Really? Well, I’ll have to give it a try,” Janet Martin winked and smiled back. Then, she took out her phone from her bag and made a call. “Please have someone send that crown to my room.”

The phone hangs up.

“Mr. Smith, are you satisfied?” Janet Martin asked, sticking out her tongue slightly.

Ding Ze saw this and smiled.

This woman is quite interesting.

Chapter 99 Unexpected

Time flew by, and in Janet Martin's room, Ding Ze wrote a check for over 140 million US dollars.

Janet Martin put the check into her bag, and then voluntarily put on the crown.

Excuse me?

A beautiful woman who looks remarkably like a young Monica Bellucci, wearing a crown, stands before you...

What was the experience like?

*****

About an hour later.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa to rest, and glanced at Janet Martin, who was lying lazily.

It's time to get down to business.

Ding Ze spoke up, "What's the situation between you and your husband?"

Upon hearing this, Janet Martin slightly raised her head to look at Ding Ze, "Do you know who my husband is?"

Ding Ze nodded, "Of course, Mayor, who wouldn't know?"

Janet Martin didn't care at all, and smiled faintly, "We don't interfere with each other, we just do our own thing."

Is that right?

Ding Ze didn't believe it. "What I mean is, you're not just a woman who likes to have fun. What benefit could he possibly get from you?"

Janet Martin was a little surprised. She sat up and looked at Ding Ze. "Oh? Neil, you sound like you know me very well."

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke, genuinely curious about the couple's situation. Partly out of curiosity, and partly, frankly, he felt that Janet Martin might be able to work for him, or in other words, Janet Martin could be used…

To know.

No matter the country, a woman who is beautiful, has a great figure, is cultured, well-mannered, wealthy, and clearly shrewd and capable is the nemesis of successful men...

So, after a little thought.

Ding Ze spoke again, deciding to change his approach, "I don't know you, so I want to understand. Don't misunderstand, I have no interest in developing a relationship with you. I just think that if I can understand what you two are doing, perhaps we can have a chance to cooperate."

Janet Martin smiled faintly, "But I don't even know you, how can I just tell you anything?"

“I see. Well then, let me introduce myself first. My name is Ding Ze,” Ding Ze said with a smile after taking a drag of his cigarette. “Perhaps you’ve heard of me before.”

hum.

Janet Martin's expression instantly turned cold, and her smile vanished completely.

Ding Ze watched with his own eyes and found it even more interesting.

Because at this moment, Janet Martin's face didn't show much fear, but rather surprise.

Ding Ze remained silent, quietly waiting for Janet Martin to recover.

Just a few seconds.

Janet Martin stared at Ding Ze's face and spoke, "Are you Ding Ze, the one who caused quite a stir in Miami the other day?"

Ding Ze nodded slightly.

"your face?"

“Just a little trick,” Ding Ze replied, then asked, “Are you scared?”

Janet Martin shook her head with a smile. "There's no reason to be afraid, is there? You're Ding Ze, so you're not just here to mess with me. You have another purpose, and that purpose hasn't been achieved yet, has it?"

She's a smart and decisive woman.

Ding Ze was genuinely pleasantly surprised. "I originally planned to meet your husband through you to avoid the trouble of kidnapping him."

Janet Martin smiled, stood up, and went to Ding Ze. "You're looking for my husband to discuss the future operations in Miami, right?"

"Ah."

“How about I call him now and you talk to him?” Janet Martin suggested. “Or should we meet in person?”

Ding Ze: "O(∩_∩)O~~"

That's really powerful.

Ding Ze did not reply immediately.

Because he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Then, I realized that I might have been wrong before.

Judging from Janet Martin's attitude... and considering her family background...

How likely is it...?

It's not that Brady Martin benefited much from Janet, but rather the other way around?

In other words, Janet Martin is the one in charge?

“Janet, I just realized that maybe I can just talk to you directly, right?” Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Janet Martin blinked and pondered for a moment, "No wonder Mr. Ding was able to accomplish such great things; he's certainly no ordinary person."

Bingo.

Brady Martin is just a puppet.

Janet Martin is in power.

That's interesting, very interesting.

*******

"What do you want?" Ding Ze asked. "Let's be frank and not beat around the bush."

Janet Martin smiled and answered directly, "First Lady, I think it would be quite interesting, don't you think?"

This answer wasn't surprising; it was within Ding Ze's expectations.

After all, in a place like America, Janet Martin has no shortage of money, and she certainly doesn't lack men; all that's left is power.

"Wouldn't it be more fun to be president myself?" Ding Ze thought for a moment and asked.

Janet Martin shook her head decisively, "It's no fun. I'm always busy and have no freedom. It's better to sit behind the scenes."

“That’s true,” Ding Ze agreed. “How long do you plan to take to achieve this goal?”

“Nine years at most,” Janet Martin laughed. “The next election is next year, so there’s no time. The one five years from now might not even work out. Nine years from now, or I won’t be able to keep up.”

This woman is quite practical.

“Nine years is too long, let’s say five years, I can help you,” Ding Ze said.

Janet Martin chuckled softly, "Are you sure you can help me?"

"Of course, I have hundreds of billions in assets. I can even help you take down the CEO. What do you think?"

Hear this.

Janet Martin was surprised for the first time, raising an eyebrow. "A hundred billion? As far as I know, you don't have that much money."