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

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All the necessary phone calls have been made.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, silently considering whether there was anything he had overlooked.

After thinking about it for a while.

After much thought, there's only one thing left that I should take some time to deal with.

After all, he'll be gone for a month or two.

Although they have been earning a lot of money lately, they are also spending it like water.

Immediately, Dongfeng Security needs to support several thousand people, and construction is still in full swing at its headquarters. So, while funding isn't a major issue, it is ultimately a problem.

Therefore, since we have the time, it would be better to resolve this matter.

How to deal with it?

The golden city featured in "National Treasure 2" is not suitable to be renovated at the moment.

So, let's work on the antiques from "Bones".

The antiques hidden deep in Washington’s underground pipes are worth at least a billion or two billion US dollars.

More importantly, dealing with those antiques doesn't require many people or risking your life. You just need to go there once, spend some time finding them, and then you can move them away. It's very easy.

Also.

There's another advantage to going to Washington...

You could take a stroll around the White House while you're there... but going inside is too risky, your fingerprints would give you away, and it's not worth it.

After all, the Gu worms are all at max level and have wings, so let's take a flight...

"Releasing a bunch of big shots like that would definitely result in an insanely high reward!"

As Ding Ze thought about it, he couldn't help but get excited.

Okay, it's settled then.

Ding Ze thought about it for a moment and decided it was fine, so he called Abruzzi again, "John, I just thought of something else."

“Boss, you said…” Abruzzi’s intuition told him that this was definitely not a good thing.

“I suddenly remembered that there’s a treasure worth a billion or two billion dollars waiting for me to retrieve in Washington. I plan to go there tomorrow. You pick fifteen people with no criminal record to come with me,” Ding Ze said.

Abruzzi was pleasantly surprised.

It's actually a good thing!

And the money came in again.

“Okay!” Abruzzi immediately responded happily.

"Well, that's it."

The call ended again.

It's really alright now.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, got up and went out for a stroll.

Turning and turning.

Ding Ze drove to the seaside hotel where Rita, Comrade Dexter's girlfriend, worked, and got out of the car.

In his opinion, Rita was a rather interesting woman.

Do not misunderstand.

He wasn't interested in Rita.

He just found Rita somewhat interesting, and besides, he didn't think she deserved to be killed by Trinity.

We arrived at the front desk.

Rita greeted him with a warm smile, "Welcome to the Lijing Seaside Hotel, sir. Are you checking in?"

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm Dexter's friend. You're Rita, right?"

Rita was somewhat surprised and nervous, worried that Ding Ze had come to cause trouble, and also worried that something might have happened to Dexter. "Yes, I am. May I ask who you are looking for?"

"Don't panic, I'm not here to see you. I'm here to see the owner of this hotel. I just happened to see you and wanted to say hello."

After hearing this, Rita silently breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "So that's how it is."

Ding Ze smiled and nodded. "Is the hotel owner here?"

Rita was uncertain, "It seems like it's not here..."

"Could you please ask the manager to come over? I need to talk to her about something," Ding Ze said.

Rita hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, please sit on the sofa over there for a while, I'll go find the manager."

"it is good."

Ding Ze sat down on the sofa in the hall and waited quietly.

Before long, a middle-aged Black woman approached. "Hello, sir, were you looking for me?"

Ding Ze nodded. "Yes, you're the manager here?"

“Yes, that’s me. Is there anything I can help you with?” the Black woman asked.

"I'm planning to buy this hotel. Could you give me the owner's contact information?" Ding Ze didn't waste any words.

The Black woman was taken aback, then shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not at liberty to give you my boss's contact information."

“It’s okay, can you call him for me and ask? Is that alright?” Ding Ze said.

The Black woman hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sir, are you serious? This hotel is worth seven or eight figures."

Ding Ze smiled.

Thousands, millions, or tens of thousands.

Pocket money, you say?

"of course."

"Okay, please wait a moment while I contact the boss. May I ask your name?" the Black woman asked politely.

“My surname is Ding,” Ding Ze replied. “Mr. Ding, you can just tell your boss that.”

The Black woman looked a little confused, but didn't ask any more questions. "Okay, please wait a moment."

The Black woman returned to her office and made a phone call.

The call was answered after a while.

On the other end of the phone, the hotel owner, who was enjoying himself, sounded a little impatient. "What's wrong?"

"Boss, I'm sorry to bother you, but a gentleman from the Lijing Seaside Hotel has come and asked me to contact you. He says he wants to buy the hotel," the Black woman reported succinctly.

The hotel owner had absolutely no interest.

The Lijing Seaside Hotel is doing very well; it's a golden goose, only a fool would sell it.

However, there are only two kinds of people who would come knocking on your door wanting to buy a hotel: either they're fools or they're rich.

Considering this, the hotel owner didn't immediately refuse, but instead asked, "What kind of gentleman? What's his name?"

“He said his name was Mr. Ding, but he didn’t give his full name,” the Black woman replied.

As soon as these words came out.

Geek!

Miami has been anything but peaceful lately.

The root cause of this unrest lies with one person: Ding Ze!

Although the hotel owner had never met Ding Ze in person, he had heard of Ding Ze's reputation. Therefore, he subconsciously suspected that this Mr. Ding might be that Ding Ze, after all, there were no important people with the surname Ding in Miami...

"Mr. Ding???" The hotel owner was a little flustered. "He didn't say his full name?"

“He didn’t say that. He just told me to tell you this,” the Black woman said, slightly frowning at her boss’s reaction, puzzled as to why.

The hotel owner heard: "..."

Nima.

It's almost certainly Ding Ze!

Who else in Miami dares to say they can make others know who they are just by saying "Mr. Ding"?

The hotel owner was immediately a little scared.

'Why is this killing machine coming to buy my hotel?'

'What the hell do we do now?'

To know.

The hotel owner knew Reece Gabriel and already knew this morning that Ding Ze had gotten rid of Reece Gabriel...

Recalling Reece Gabriel's fate, the hotel owner panicked even more and didn't know what to say for a moment.