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

He had already vaguely guessed Ding Ze's purpose.

However, he couldn't accept it.

But reality is just that cruel.

He seemed to have no choice, at least for the time being, and couldn't think of any better option.

Mike had been running around all afternoon and didn't know much about what Uncle Fried Chicken had said. He only had a basic understanding of Ding Ze.

This understanding has now been challenged…..

Mike fully realized how bad things were. "Maybe we can start with his family; he always has a weakness."

Uncle Fried Chicken shook his head. "No, he has no family. His parents are dead, he has no wife, no children, nothing."

This is truly unsolvable.

"..." Mike was speechless for a moment.

“Go and make arrangements, ask him when he’s free, I’ll treat him to a meal,” Uncle Fried Chicken said, having no other choice. “First, find out what he wants, then we can come up with a plan.”

“Okay,” Mike had no choice but to nod in agreement, get up and leave, returning to the car wash.

-

Ding Ze was no longer at the car wash; he took Mickey and went to where Saul Goodman should be.

result.

No.

Saul Goodman is not here.

Ding Ze sat in the car, exhaled a puff of smoke, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

The reason why Saul Goodman isn't here is not hard to guess.

'The timeline of this world is a complete mess!'

Ding Ze silently muttered to himself, then drove off.

Since Saul Goodman isn't here, let's move on to the next destination and see the next person he wants to see.

Chapter 112 Jesse Pinkman, Comrade Pink

Chapter 112 Jesse Pinkman, Comrade Pinkman

Jesse Pinkman's place, also known as Pinkman's place, is not hard to find.

It didn't take Ding Ze long to find the place.

When interacting with Xiaofen, there's no need for complicated beating around the bush; just get straight to the point.

After parking the car, Ding Ze got out and, with Mickey in tow, went to the front door of the house.

dong dong dong~

No one answered.

It seems Little Pink has gone off to fool around somewhere else.

That being the case...

Ding Ze didn't waste any time. He took out his lock-picking tools, clicked and smacked, and opened the door. Then, smiling, he said to Mickey, "Please come in."

Mickey: "??? Boss, I think you're a little crazy."

"You want to get beaten up, huh?" Ding Ze said with a laugh, and went into the house first.

The scene inside the house looked so familiar and welcoming.

A lot has happened in this house.

Ding Ze wandered off on his own, first looking around the first floor, then taking a stroll on the second floor, and finally going to the basement.

The events from the original drama seemed to be unfolding right before his eyes, a truly peculiar feeling.

I watched it all in one go.

Ding Ze sat down on the sofa. "Let's rest for a while and wait and see."

Mickey nodded and sat down on the sofa. "Boss, the person you want to see is a poisoner?"

Ding Ze nodded. "Yeah, he's quite an interesting person."

Mickey remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

Ding Ze closed his eyes and waited quietly for a while. Suddenly, he thought of something, so he took out his phone and called Abruzzi.

Of the more than 300 million US dollars that Christie's and Sotheby's auction houses sent last time, after being squandered, there is not much left.

We need to get some legitimate money as soon as possible, otherwise, it will be embarrassing if we have no money to spend.

The call was answered quickly.

"John, is everything going smoothly?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

"Successfully, boss, how about you?" Abruzzi asked in return.

"It's going quite smoothly, but we're almost out of money. I'll call Christie's and Soapy's later and ask them to come over tonight. You can pick out some of the antiques I brought back from Washington, and we'll auction them off to make some money," Ding Ze said.

“Okay, how many should we pick?” Abruzzi asked.

“Aside from the gold bricks, let’s choose half of what’s left,” Ding Ze thought for a moment and then answered.

"it is good."

"That's settled then. I'll have them contact you later."

The phone hangs up.

Ding Ze then called the CEO of Soapy Auction House, Davis-Galli.

Davis Gali was working in his office when his personal cell phone rang. To his surprise, it was Jason Freeman, his benefactor, calling. He was immediately excited and quickly answered the phone, greeting him politely, "Good afternoon, Mr. Freeman."

Ding Ze smiled. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jia Li."

After exchanging greetings, Ding Ze didn't waste any words and went straight to the point, "Sorry to bother you, but I recently acquired another batch of treasures and I'm planning to ask you to auction them off."

Upon hearing this, Davis-Galli exclaimed, "!!!!"

Good guy!

Not the same batch of treasure as before?

Did you get another batch?

Isn't this guy a gang leader? Why is he specifically looking for treasure?

Davis-Galli was taken aback, but despite his surprise, he immediately showered him with compliments, "Mr. Freeman, you're truly amazing! I can't believe you've found another treasure..."

Davis-Galli gave a long, enthusiastic speech, then tentatively asked, "Approximately how much is this treasure worth, and where did it come from?"

“I don’t know their exact value, but they must be worth at least several billion US dollars. As for their origin… what I know is that they were hidden by the government during the Civil War, but they forgot where they were hidden, and I ended up getting them,” Ding Ze explained calmly.

Davis-Galli has spent most of his life dealing with antiques, so he naturally knows that the government hid a large amount of treasure in various parts of the United States during the Civil War!

then.

I was immediately thrilled!

“Mr. Freeman, you’re amazing! May I ask how much you plan to bid this time?” Davis-Galli asked hurriedly.

“That treasure contains a lot of gold bricks, so there’s no need to auction those. Half of the rest will be auctioned, and Subi and Jiade will each take half,” Ding Ze replied. “In addition, I need you to make an advance payment this time.”

This advance payment practice is not in line with the rules of Soapy and Christie's auction houses.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Davis-Galli hesitated only for a moment before readily agreeing, "No problem, Mr. Freeman. How much prepayment do you need?"

“Two hundred million US dollars, the same for Mr. Brown,” Ding Ze said.

Good guy.

Two hundred million.

Soapy's auction house is certainly wealthy, but to prepay such a large sum of money at once is definitely no small matter...

Davis-Galli was forced to remain silent.

After a few seconds of silence, Davis-Galli made his decision. He gritted his teeth, abandoned the idea of ​​seeing the treasure first before paying the advance payment, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Freeman, now that we've paid the advance payment, is there no rush to proceed with the auction?"

"Well, no rush. Do whatever you think is best for you."

The answer was affirmative.

Davis-Galli relaxed a bit. "Okay, do you still want the check?"

"Yes, once you've written the check, you can head to Miami. I've already had someone organize the treasure; you should be able to take it with you when you get there."

“Okay, I’ll arrange it right away! Thank you, Mr. Freeman,” Davis-Galli said sincerely.

Ding Ze grinned. "It's a pleasure working with you."

After ending his call with Davis-Galli, Ding Ze immediately called Logan Brown of Catherine de Gaulle.