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

Upon receiving the order, the fifteen men sprang into action without delay.

This outfit...

Half a day passed.

All the treasure was either packed into backpacks or sacks.

The treasure room has been emptied.

"Boss, we don't have enough manpower, we definitely won't be able to get the goods out this time..." At this moment, a subordinate spoke up, stating a fact that everyone had already realized.

Ding Ze nodded, not minding. "Make two trips. It'll be hard work for you. I'll give each of you an extra $100,000 for your trouble."

Add money!

easy to do!

No problem!

Upon hearing this, his subordinates stopped arguing and got to work with renewed enthusiasm.

As for joining forces to secretly eliminate Ding Ze and seize this treasure?

None of his fifteen men dared to even consider it.

why?

Of course, it's because these subordinates already have a fairly clear understanding of Ding Ze and know just how terrifying he is!

Gold is heavy!

The men toiled away, doing hard labor, and followed the marks left along the way back.

This is not an easy task, and it is also a very time-consuming one.

Fortunately, apart from being a bit tired, the entire moving process went smoothly without any major setbacks.

About a day later.

Everyone returned to the ground.

All the treasures were loaded into vans.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, took out his phone, and called Abruzzi, "John, did you get the stuff? Is the flight arranged?"

Before setting off, Ding Ze had already explained this matter to Abruchi.

With so much treasure and such a long distance between them, chartering a cargo plane to take it back is the safest and fastest way.

Five days later, upon hearing Ding Ze's voice again, Abruzzi smiled, "It's all arranged, the plane is parked at..."

Abruzzi pointed out the location of a small private airport, then joked, "Boss, have you been disappearing for the past few days, been crawling around underground the whole time?"

Ding Ze sighed, "Sigh, there's nothing I can do, making money is so hard."

Abruzzi: "....."

You call this hard to make money?

In just five days, they made billions of dollars.

If you find it difficult, then nothing in this world is easy.

The two chatted for a while.

Ding Ze inquired about the situation in Miami.

Abruzzi quickly explained the situation.

The assessment of veterans is nearing its end, and there are no problems.

It's worth mentioning that the project to build a super five-star hotel in Miami is also progressing steadily.

Janet Martin contacted several internationally renowned architects, who stated that this hotel would become a new landmark in Miami….

These master architects are no longer short of money, and they are very interested in leaving behind a landmark building in an international metropolis like Miami, so that they can be remembered for at least a century.

Today, the matter of master architects has been largely resolved.

Next comes the land acquisition aspect.

Miami is quite crowded overall, and there is practically no vacant land in the city center, especially along the coast.

Therefore, to acquire suitable land, demolition is necessary, which means demolishing existing buildings.

With Janet Martin involved, or rather, with the Miami city government's involvement, there shouldn't be too many obstacles at this stage; it just needs time.

After listening, Ding Ze said it was good, "Okay, then you continue to follow up. By the way, I'll probably be staying in Washington for another two or three days. My men will be taking things back with them, so keep an eye on them."

“Okay,” Abruzzi replied, a little puzzled. “Boss, what else do you want to do in Washington?”

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Yes, I plan to visit the White House."

The voice reached my ears.

Abruzzi was instantly stunned: "!!!!"

Startled and speechless for two seconds, Abruzzi became genuinely anxious, "Boss! Don't do anything reckless!! This is no joke!!!"

"Haha," Ding Ze chuckled, "John, is there a need to be in such a hurry?"

"We need to!" Abruzzi replied decisively. "That's the White House!! If you mess things up, they'll mobilize the army to deal with us!!!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, that kind of thing will absolutely not happen... I don't plan to do anything to the president, the military won't be involved," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Abruzzi: "....."

Not planning to do anything to the president?

What is that for the Vice President? The Secretary of State? The Secretary of the Treasury?

Abruzzi was really, really panicked, utterly flustered. "Boss, what are you doing this for...?"

“I naturally have my own purpose,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, then, without giving Abruchi a chance to continue rambling, “Alright, that’s all, bye.”

The phone hangs up.

Abruzzi remained lost in thought for a long time, unable to stop himself from recalling the premonition he had when Ding Ze first mentioned going to Washington…

"Damn it, nothing good ever comes of it!"

******

After some time, Ding Ze and his group transported all the treasure onto the cargo plane.

All fifteen of his men boarded the plane.

Ding Ze didn't. He smiled and told his men, "See you in Miami in a few days."

His men all nodded.

"Goodbye boss."

Ding Ze didn't linger, turned around, got into his car, and left.

Will this cargo plane be able to reach Miami smoothly?

Ding Ze felt there was a 90% chance it would work, as long as his men didn't lose their minds and suddenly become reckless enough to try and steal the treasure.

"We'll know in two hours," Ding Ze said, lighting a cigarette.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Abruzzi called immediately to inform him that the plane had arrived safely.

Ding Ze was in the hotel, just about to go to sleep, when he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell them to give each of them a $100,000 service fee. You can make the arrangements."

“Okay,” Abruzzi wanted to talk about the White House.

Ding Ze didn't give him a chance, "That's it then, I'm exhausted, I'm going to sleep."

Toot toot~~~

Abruzzi was helpless.

Sigh, is having such a crazy boss a blessing or a curse?

-

I slept until noon the next day.

Ding Ze had slept enough, catching up on the sleep he had missed over the past five days. He got up, washed, ate, and then went out to buy a computer. Back at the hotel, he went online and did some research.

I spent over an hour researching the detailed layout of the entire White House, learning about the East and West Wings, and figuring out what important figures like the Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of the Treasury look like and where they usually work...

Ding Ze had a plan. After finishing, he looked up the Jefferson Institute's contact information and then made a call. "Hello, I'd like to speak with your director, Goodman, about donating to your institute. Could you please help me get in touch?"

The Jefferson Institute is a highly educated research institute with strict management in all aspects.

The operator didn't answer immediately, but politely asked, "Sir, may I ask your name?"

“Neil Smith,” Ding Ze replied.

"Okay, Mr. Smith, how much money would you like to donate?" the operator asked again.

"Fifty million to one hundred million US dollars, depending on how my discussion with your director Goodman goes."

The operator was taken aback for a moment; a donation of this scale was no small matter. In an instant, she agreed, "Okay, thank you for your generosity. Please wait a moment, I will contact the director for you right away."