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

Uncle Fried Chicken laughed and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Albuquerque can't compare to Miami."

After saying that, knowing that Ding Ze liked to smoke, Uncle Fried Chicken added, "Mr. Ding, you can smoke here, please feel free."

“Then I’ll do as I please,” Ding Ze said without ceremony, taking out a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a puff. “Mr. Fulin, you must have many questions. Why don’t you just ask?”

“Okay,” Uncle Fried Chicken replied calmly without wasting any words, “Is Mr. Ding here for fun?”

Ding Ze thought for a moment, "That's fine too. I am indeed here to have fun, but my kind of fun might be different from what you think of as fun."

Uncle Fried Chicken remained calm. "Mr. Ding, would you mind explaining?"

"That's right. For me, this country is a playground. Wherever I go, I'm having fun, and it's the same here."

Uncle Fried Chicken understood, and his brow twitched slightly. "So, Mr. Ding's purpose in coming here?"

"To be precise, this trip has no specific purpose; I just wanted to see you and some other people I'm interested in," Ding Ze said. "I told Mike this afternoon that my destination wasn't here when I left Miami; it was more like I was just passing through."

Uncle Fried Chicken didn't ask Ding Ze's destination. "Is the purpose of your next trip related to me?"

Ding Ze didn't hide anything and simply nodded, "I want America to be my playground, and Albuquerque and even New Mexico should be part of it."

"On my next trip, I hope to cooperate with you and make some money."

Uncle Fried Chicken wasn't surprised by this answer; he had already expected it. "How do we collaborate?"

"I'll help you become the most successful businessman in the world. In return, 20 percent of your turnover will be mine."

Twenty percent!

Still, it's about revenue!

Faced with such an outrageous demand, Uncle Fried Chicken was immediately displeased, but he didn't show it on his face at all. "Mr. Ding, since you know me very well, you should know that it is difficult for me to agree to this kind of cooperation."

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head. "Difficult doesn't mean impossible. In my opinion, anything is possible in this world. What do you think?"

Uncle Fried Chicken looked at Ding Ze and shook his head, "I don't think so."

“It’s alright,” Ding Ze replied readily. “There’s still plenty of time. We can take it slow and see how things develop. I believe you’ll change your mind soon enough.”

After saying that, Ding Ze thought for a moment and felt that his words might be misunderstood as a threat, so he added, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to do anything to you. I admire you and appreciate you very much."

"What I mean is, I will try to do something to let you know that working with me can be mutually beneficial and a good thing."

Chicken Uncle did indeed think Ding Ze was making a threat.

now……

I'm half-believing, half-doubting.

“Well then, Mr. Ding, I wish you success,” said Uncle Fried Chicken.

"Thank you," Ding Ze smiled. "Do you have any other questions?"

Uncle Fried Chicken actually has quite a few questions, but he doesn't plan to ask them. "That's all."

"Shall we have a proper meal? After talking for a while, I'm actually a little hungry," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"Ok."

The atmosphere afterwards was fairly harmonious.

After eating and drinking enough.

Ding Ze took Mickey and left the restaurant, getting into the car.

"Boss, how did the talks go?" Mickey asked curiously.

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke. "Not bad, at least we made it out alive, right?"

Mickey: "??????"

I'll go.

So I almost died just now?

"Boss... are you serious?" Mickey was a little frightened, not because he was afraid of dying, but because he didn't want to die inexplicably.

"Haha," Ding Ze was indeed teasing Mickey, and seeing Mickey's reaction, he was very happy. "Scared, weren't you? How was it? Wasn't it exciting?"

Mickey: "..."

do not want to talk.

This boss really should spend more time in a mental hospital and get proper treatment.

Mickey stopped talking, and Ding Ze didn't care. He started the car and went to find a hotel.

the other side.

The car was ordinary and inconspicuous, quite out of place for Uncle Fried Chicken's image.

Mike had just heard about Ding Ze's suggestion from Uncle Fried Chicken and frowned. "What do I need to do?"

“For now, try to find out everything about him, find out what we can use, and at the same time, see what he does,” Uncle Fried Chicken replied.

After a pause, Uncle Fried Chicken added, "You have to go to Miami yourself."

Uncle Chicken is having a real headache dealing with Ding Ze, a guy who suddenly appears out of nowhere and comes to Albuquerque with formidable strength.

For the time being, Uncle Fried Chicken doesn't really have a better solution.

What can we do?

They couldn't win a fight... and Ding Ze still knew their secrets...

“Okay,” Mike replied, sounding equally annoyed.

Having worked in this industry for so many years, everything had been peaceful until suddenly, Ding Ze's appearance disrupted that peace.

This change is not a good thing.

**************

After arriving in Albuquerque in the morning, the rest of the day was spent running around.

Ding Ze was indeed a bit tired.

After finding the hotel, I took a shower and then drifted off to sleep.

-

Walter got home after get off work.

Because of this stroke of good fortune, the family will have an extra few thousand dollars in income every month. Walter was very excited and happy, and immediately went to Skyler to share the news.

“Schuyler, you certainly won’t believe what happened today,” Walter said with a laugh.

“Looks like a good thing,” Skyler laughed.

Walter nodded. "The car wash where I work was bought today by a young man named Jason Freeman, and he made me the manager and doesn't mind that I only work a few hours a day."

Skyler was genuinely surprised upon hearing this. "Such a good thing?"

“Hmm, hard to believe, isn’t it?” Walter laughed. “That’s not all. He also asked me to help him find an accountant. I was thinking, what do you think of you doing the job?”

“Me?” Skyler was willing. “I’m afraid I can’t. I’m your wife, you’re the manager, and I’m the accountant. Would the new boss trust me?”

“I haven’t mentioned it to him yet. I was thinking of coming back to ask for your opinion first. If you’re willing, I’m confident I can persuade him.”

Walter had an inexplicable confidence in his eloquence.

Ding Ze didn't hear this, otherwise he would have burst out laughing on the spot.

because…..

In his opinion, Walter really had no eloquence; when faced with a problem, he would just ramble on and on, almost hysterically… That kind of behavior really had nothing to do with good eloquence; to put it bluntly, it was quite ridiculous…

“Then give it a try. If you can convince him, I have no objection,” Skyler replied with a smile. “After all, this way our family can have another source of income. By the way, you’ve become a manager now, your salary must have gone up.”

“It’s gone up, to five thousand dollars a month,” Walter replied with a hint of pride.

Skyler was truly astonished by the amount, his mouth agape in surprise. "Five thousand? The new boss is so generous? That's more than your salary at school!"

Walter earned about four thousand dollars a month as a teacher.

“Well, the new boss is indeed very generous, but it’s hard to say whether we can keep making this money. He made a condition that I increase the car wash’s profits, or he will replace me… In fact, that’s why I wanted you to be the accountant. Besides having an extra source of income, with you overseeing the accounts, I can better ensure that I meet his conditions,” Walter said in one breath.

"Okay, we absolutely can't lose this job. With this money, our lives will be much better right away."

“I promise I will never lose this job,” Walter said confidently.

“Okay, go take a shower first, you’ve been busy all day,” Skyler said considerately. “I’ll heat up your dinner.”

With that, Skyler turned to leave.

Walter suddenly reached out and grabbed Skyler's arm, tilting his head slightly and grinning mischievously, "We have to celebrate."

Skyler understood immediately, grinned, and said, "Okay."

-

After experiencing immense fear, being unable to move an inch for several hours, and despairing repeatedly, thinking that I was about to die inexplicably...

With tears streaming down his face, Jesse Pinkman suddenly felt a little bit of his body regain its mobility. Overjoyed, he saw hope for survival and struggled desperately to break free.

About a minute passed.

Jesse managed to stand up, still shaken, feeling as if it were all a dream.