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

“We’re here. This is the fried chicken shop. Get out of the car,” Ding Ze said, pushing open the car door first.

Mickey was really puzzled. He had driven around for hours just to find this fried chicken shop?

What's so special about this place?

Filled with doubt, Mickey followed Ding Ze into the fried chicken shop.

Even though it was past lunchtime, there were still quite a few people in the restaurant.

Uncle Fried Chicken is diligently clearing away the plates. He looks like an older man who has to do this kind of work because he is forced to make a living.

Of course, this is just a rough first impression.

Because, upon closer inspection, one can see that Uncle Fried Chicken is clean and tidy from head to toe, and his clothes are without a single wrinkle.

He is a refined and meticulous man.

Ding Ze looked at it for two seconds.

Uncle Fried Chicken noticed, turned around, smiled at Ding Ze, and said, "Welcome to LOS POLLOS & HERMANO'S."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze smiled and nodded slightly in response. Then, without looking at Uncle Fried Chicken any longer, he led Mickey to the counter to order.

He had always wanted to try the food from the show "Breaking Bad" before, and now that he finally had the chance, well…

Get one of everything they have in the store and try them all!

“Bring one of everything you have. How much?” Ding Ze said with a smile.

The woman taking orders was slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything and quickly calculated the bill: "Two hundred and forty-five US dollars."

Ding Ze took out three hundred-yuan bills. "Keep the change."

"Thank you," the woman smiled and expressed her gratitude.

After ordering, Ding Ze and Mickey sat down by the window.

Uncle Fried Chicken was still clearing away the plates from other tables, working meticulously and diligently.

Mickey wasn't stupid. After observing silently for a while, he had basically figured out that Ding Ze's purpose in coming here wasn't the fried chicken, but the middle-aged man clearing away the plates.

So, Mickey glanced at the middle-aged man again and couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, he...?"

Uncle Chicken is no ordinary person; he's incredibly witty and cunning.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze decisively stopped Mickey, not letting him finish speaking, "Eat as much as you want later, and we won't need to eat dinner after that."

Mickey: "..."

As I said before, Mickey isn't stupid. Hearing this, he immediately understood what I meant and quickly cooperated, saying with a wry smile, "Hey, you ordered so much, why should I eat so much?"

Ding Ze laughed frankly, "Because I can't eat that much."

Mickey: "...You're absolutely right."

Didn't have to wait long.

The food that Ding Ze ordered was then delivered.

It's worth mentioning that the food wasn't brought by a waiter, but by Uncle Fried Chicken himself.

Because there was too much food, Uncle Fried Chicken had to run away twice.

After placing the second plate, Uncle Fried Chicken put on a professional smile and politely invited, "Please enjoy your meal. I hope you like it."

"Thank you," Ding Ze said, expressing his gratitude.

The fact that Uncle Fried Chicken personally delivered the food speaks volumes.

Uncle Fried Chicken noticed them.

But so what if they noticed it? It's not a big deal.

After all, Uncle Fried Chicken is meticulous in his work, and even if he has doubts about them, he wouldn't rashly cause any trouble.

"Enjoy your meal," said Uncle Fried Chicken, before turning and walking away.

Ding Ze picked up a chicken leg and started eating.

Hey, you know what?

The taste is indeed quite good, much better than McDonald's and KFC.

"With this skill, why not open more branches, a thousand stores all over America? Wouldn't that be better? The profits might not be less than selling that stuff!"

"Besides, after a few years, and then going public, wow, a billionaire!"

'He could have become a fried chicken tycoon, but he insisted on selling that stuff, and in the end, he got half his head blown off by Comrade Heisenberg…'

Ding Ze ate, a silent sigh escaping his lips.

There is plenty of food.

Ding Ze and Mickey ate for a long time, but they couldn't eat anymore, so they got up and left.

I walked out of the fried chicken shop and got into the car.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, started the car, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he quietly started watching the activity inside the fried chicken shop.

He believed that Uncle Fried Chicken would definitely take some action.

Chicken Uncle started cleaning up the plates left by Ding Ze and his companion, dumping the remaining food into the trash can, then went back and started wiping the table.

Finished wiping.

Uncle Fried Chicken continued doing what he was doing.

'Not checking our fingerprints?' Ding Ze muttered to himself, not believing that Uncle Fried Chicken would remain inactive. 'So, he knows we're still outside and is waiting for us to leave before taking action.'

'So cautious,' Ding Ze chuckled, then, without waiting any longer, stepped on the gas and drove off.

Inside the fried chicken shop.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Mercedes-Benz that Ding Ze and the other man were in drive out of the parking lot.

Uncle Fried Chicken's expression changed slightly and turned cold. Then, he walked to the trash can where Ding Ze and the other man had poured the remaining food, opened the trash can, picked up the trash bag, and walked towards the back door.

Once outside the back door, Uncle Fried Chicken opened the trash bag and took out everything that Ding Ze and Mickey had touched, then threw away the rest of the trash.

After a few minutes.

In a small office.

Uncle Fried Chicken sat behind his computer, pulled up the surveillance footage, captured photos of Ding Ze and Mickey, then took out his phone and called Mike, "Please come over here, I have two people I need you to investigate."

"Okay, where are you?" Mike answered readily and asked.

Uncle Fried Chicken gave me the address.

"I'll be there in a bit," Mike replied, and hung up the phone.

-

Inside the Mercedes, Ding Ze checked the time.

It's a little past 2 PM now.

Although he is fairly certain that the plot of Breaking Bad has not yet begun, he is not 100% certain.

therefore…..

In Breaking Bad, Walter White was fifty years old when he became Heisenberg.

Go to Wynn High School and find out how old Comrade Walter White is now, and you'll be able to confirm it completely.

Huaien Middle School is not hard to find.

After asking around for directions, Ding Ze arrived at his destination about thirty minutes later.

“Mickey,” Ding Ze said after parking the car, “There’s a chemistry teacher at this school named Walter White. Go pretend to be one of his former students and find out how old he is this year.”

“Okay,” Mickey said without hesitation, quickly getting out of the car and heading towards the school.

This is a small matter and not difficult to handle.

Without much effort, Mickey got back to the car and gave the answer, "Forty-eight years old."

Ding Ze was somewhat surprised when he heard this.

At forty-eight, the year after that, Walter will have to make some changes.

The timeline of this world is really quite messed up.

But it doesn't matter, it's not important.

The important thing is that since Walter is forty-eight years old this year, he should work part-time at that car wash after get off work to earn some extra money to support his family.

In this way...

“We need to buy a car wash,” Ding Ze said with a smile. Without further ado, they drove off.

That car wash is quite large, so it's relatively easy to find.

I searched for a while.

Ding Ze saw it, so he drove the car over and washed it on the way.

After getting out of the car, Ding Ze quickly found the car wash owner and, without beating around the bush, got straight to the point: "Boss, I want to buy your car wash."