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

I stared at it for a while.

"Are we going to Mexico next?" Janet asked.

"Hmm," Ding Ze replied, a cigarette dangling from his lips, "I'll play with you for two days."

Janet smiled. "Mexico is not like America. How dangerous will this trip be?"

Ding Ze thought for a moment, "Theoretically speaking, there's not much danger. However, as you said, Mexico is uncontrollable, and those cartels are quite reckless. So, we'll have to wait and see what happens when we get there."

"How confident are you?" Janet blinked.

“It’s quite big,” Ding Ze replied, then turned his head slightly and smiled at Janet, “Aren’t you going to ask me what exactly I’m going to do?”

Janet laughed too, "Tell me."

Ding Ze turned his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. "There are eight Plazas in Mexico now, which are eight cartels. Each of these eight cartels occupies a piece of land and does its own business. They don't get along very well and occasionally they fight to the death."

"My first stop this time was one of the plazas, in a place called Sinaloa."

"There is a very interesting and ambitious person in that place."

"This person wants to unite the eight plazas into one group to end the conflict."

"He is quite capable, but he also has many shortcomings."

“I’ll go there to help him fulfill his wishes, and maybe I’ll even have to kill some people for him, maybe a lot. In return, I’ll become his partner.”

"After that, I took 20 percent of the Mexican specialty products business."

After listening.

Janet was taken aback, and then felt both delighted and worried.

She was naturally delighted that Ding Ze had told her all this.

The concern is... this is a huge deal...

To be honest, Ding Ze was talking about the indirect rule of Mexico's specialty products business...

You have to understand how much interest is involved here!

Furthermore, it's important to know how many people die each year due to the Mexican specialty food business.

Janet grew increasingly worried. "Don't be offended by what I'm saying, but as far as I know, no one can rule the Mexican cartel for long... Mexico is huge, and the American market is huge. The distribution of profits among those plazas will inevitably become uneven over time."

Ding Ze didn't mind at all.

Why should you care?

Janet's statement is absolutely correct.

In the original series, Phyllis ended up in jail mainly because of the uneven distribution of profits among the various plazas, and Phyllis didn't have the ability to handle things properly.

“I know,” Ding Ze nodded with a smile, “I have a way to handle it.”

“For example?” Janet asked.

Ding Ze laughed, “The United States is the main market for Mexican specialties, and the profits of those plazas come from the United States.”

"I control America, so what interests do they have to fight for?"

Janet was taken aback, but then she understood the logic behind it, and then she realized something: "Then you're in for a lot of work. You have to take over America before they start to split."

As she spoke, Janet's brow furrowed as she thought of what Ding Ze had done in Miami.

Of the four major gangs in Miami, Ding Ze destroyed one, absorbed another, and left behind the Mexican and Colombian gangs.

However, according to Ding Ze's plan, they would take over America...

“Are you still going to Columbia…” Janet asked, frowning.

"clever."

“…” Janet immediately stopped worrying and started panicking. “Colombia is much worse than Mexico. Those psychopaths would kill anyone.”

“I know,” Ding Ze replied. “So, after I’ve settled things in Mexico, I only plan to represent the Mexican Specialty Products Group and talk to those lunatics in Colombia about distribution. I won’t get involved in anything in Colombia.”

Janet breathed a sigh of relief. "You want several cartels in Colombia to abandon the American retail market and supply directly to Mexico, with Mexico handling the retail?"

Why did they agree?

"You're so smart, you should be able to figure out the reason if you think about it," Ding Ze said, keeping everyone in suspense.

Janet then began to think.

I thought about it for a little while.

Ding dong.

“Money and DEA!” Janet finally understood, and thus, she understood why Ding Ze was confident in reaching a cooperation agreement with several cartels in Colombia.

Ding Ze laughed, "See? I knew you could come up with this. While retail can bring greater profits, the risk of so many US dollars flowing into Colombia is too great. More importantly, the US government won't stand idly by. For the sake of money, the government will send the DEA to Colombia to take action."

"Although the money is much less after we've partnered with them, the risks are also much lower, allowing those mentally ill people in Colombia to enjoy life more securely."

"They'll come to their senses."

"Besides, Miami is already in my hands, so they don't really have any other choice."

“Yes,” Janet smiled, feeling quite excited.

This is so exciting!

America, Mexico, Colombia...

Janet couldn't help but feel that the world had suddenly become much bigger.

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

The two chatted for a while, and then they had another big fight on the hood of the car.

"By the way, after I get back from Mexico, I'll take you to do something interesting. Are you interested?" Ding Ze asked.

“Yes, what is it?” Janet answered without the slightest hesitation.

“Treasure hunting,” Ding Ze said.

Janet was surprised again, "Similar to the one under Trinity Church in New York?"

Ding Ze shook his head, "It's larger than that treasure trove, oh no, it should be much larger."

“I’ve heard that the treasure beneath Trinity Church is worth over 10 billion,” Janet said with a mischievous smile.

"What we're going to do this time is worth about a hundred billion," Ding Ze said casually.

Janet was truly astonished.

Hundreds of billions of US dollars?

Supporting a US president, even including the funds needed to build relationships, would cost around a billion US dollars.

This wave alone will reach hundreds of billions?

With so much money, if they wanted to, they could change presidents every four years. How long could that last?

"In the country?" Janet took a deep breath in surprise before speaking.

“Well, actually, we still need your help with this, because that place is a bit special,” Ding Ze said calmly.

“Okay,” Janet readily agreed, “Where?”

“Mount Rushmore,” Ding Ze replied, “My plan is to close Mount Rushmore for a week, then we’ll go in disguise as staff and take the treasure away.”

Janet certainly knew about Mount Rushmore, but she never imagined that there would be a treasure worth hundreds of billions of dollars inside.

A brief silence followed.

Janet smiled slyly, "This won't be easy to do. How about this, it depends on how you behave in the next few days. If you serve me well, I'll help you with this."

Ding Ze chuckled, "I've already served you twice. How many times do I need to serve you well?"

“I guess I’ll have to be unable to walk,” Janet said wickedly, then sat up. “Let’s go, I’m getting so tanned, let’s go to the hotel.”

"Sigh, being a man is really tough," Ding Ze sighed deliberately.

"Get lost!" Janet declared decisively, expressing her disdain.

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

Two days flew by.

The building in Abruzzi was purchased, and Dongfeng Security's Albuquerque branch was officially established that morning, quietly and without fanfare.

Of course, this quietness is relative.

Uncle Fried Chicken already knew the news, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.

Dongfeng Security has developed too quickly and has too much capital, making it a behemoth.

Chicken Uncle can't handle it.

Uncle Fried Chicken also knows that a woman has appeared next to Ding Ze...

But so what?

That woman is Janet Austin, no ordinary woman, you can't touch her...

More importantly, what's the point of moving it?