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

Felix dared not say no, "Yes, anything is fine."

“Okay, Felix, I’ve come here to discuss doing business with you,” Ding Ze said, lighting a cigarette.

Felix was completely bewildered. "???? Do business with me? What kind of business?"

“I know you have a great idea, to unite all the major plazas in Mexico into a group, to consolidate the businesses of Mexico’s special products,” Ding Ze said in one breath. “Your idea is very good, but it will be very difficult to realize.”

"I can help you realize this vision, and make your vision even bigger."

The voice reached my ears.

Felix was too lazy to bother with how Ding Ze knew. Immediately, he perked up at the mention of realizing his idea, "How do we make it even bigger?"

“It’s very simple. After this group is established, I will take you to Colombia and make this group the sole distributor of Colombian specialties.”

"!!!!" Felix heard this clearly and almost went crazy. "Mr. Ding, are you serious?"

“Of course, I didn’t come here for fun after taking such a long flight,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Felix paused for two seconds, then took out a lighter, lit the cigarette he had just received, and took a deep drag. "Why would those cartels in Colombia agree to something like this?"

"Two reasons. First, Miami is mine now. If they don't agree, I will wipe out the Columbia gang in Miami. Then, if they move to any city in America, I will go there and kill them all."

Felix was speechless: "..."

"Second, abandoning the retail market is a good thing for them. All their money will go from Mexico, and the US government's firepower will be focused on you. They will be much safer."

"I think they'll understand why, don't you think?"

Felix didn't reply immediately, silently smoking for a while before speaking again, "If they agree to your proposal, it means they'll lose a lot of money."

"Nobody would want to lose that much money."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "If they had to choose between money and life, they would be willing to do it."

Felix: "..."

Ok.

There's nothing wrong with that.

"So what do you want in return for cooperating with me?" Felix took a deep breath and asked.

“I don’t want to do the specialty product business myself. I’m too busy. After we successfully complete this collaboration, I will take 20% of the group’s sales revenue, paid monthly,” Ding Ze replied calmly.

Felix was surprised again.

It wasn't that I was surprised Ding Ze wanted so much; quite the opposite...

Only 20%?

so little?

Chapter 131 The Lion of Sinaloa, Chapo the Short

Felix's brow twitched slightly. He took two deep drags on his cigarette and pondered for a moment.

By this point, he was much calmer.

The reason is not complicated.

On the one hand, if Ding Ze wanted to kill him, he would have been dead long ago.

On the other hand, Ding Ze's proposal was really tempting, and he would definitely need help to realize his idea.

Could Ding Ze be that helper?

Perhaps, but there are a few issues that must be clarified before we begin cooperation.

Felix grew calmer with thought and then spoke up, "Mr. Ding, twenty percent? Are you sure you don't want more?"

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled, and could roughly guess what Felix was worried about.

Felix wanted power; he wanted to be the one to rule the Mexican specialty business.

This is non-negotiable.

“Twenty percent is enough,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “After all, I won’t be staying in Mexico anymore. I’ll just come over occasionally, or when you need help, I’ll come over to help you with some things.”

"Since you'll be doing most of the work from now on, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to ask for more."

The voice reached my ears.

Felix smiled faintly, clearly realizing that Ding Ze in front of him had seen through his worries.

'He's a very intelligent man. No wonder he's accomplished so much in America,' Felix thought to himself, nodded, and then asked, 'Mr. Ding, if we're going to cooperate, I need to know what you really want.'

Felix asked, "While I don't know much about you, from what I do know, you don't seem to lack money."

"I really find it hard to accept that you came to me for cooperation just to make money."

Ding Ze laughed, "Nobody ever complains about having too much money, right? But you're right."

“I came to see you not entirely for money, I have other purposes… and those purposes have little to do with you.”

Felix didn't believe him. "Would you mind telling me?"

Ding Ze smiled and asked meaningfully, "I want America. Do you think that has anything to do with you?"

Felix: "..."

Goodness, this gang leader really dares to dream big.

Felix didn't think Ding Ze was joking, so he was genuinely surprised.

He thought his dream was already big and outrageous enough.

I never expected Ding Ze's dreams to be so much bigger.

Following closely behind.

Perhaps it was because they were both dreamers, but Felix couldn't help but become interested in Ding Ze. After a moment's thought, he asked, "How can your cooperation with me allow you to own America?"

“That’s my business, it’s not important to you,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “What’s important is that I’m not interested in Mexico. If you think about it for a moment, you should be able to understand.”

Felix certainly understands.

How does Mexico compare to the United States?

What a fart!

No comparison.

At this point, Felix felt much more at ease.

As long as Ding Ze doesn't have any intention of seizing his power, he can ignore everything else for the time being.

then.

Felix grinned and extended his hand to Ding Ze. "Then, it'll be a pleasure working with you."

Ding Ze extended his hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Just at this time.

buzzing.

The sound of a propeller spinning at high speed came from above the house.

Hear the sound.

Ding Ze chuckled, thinking to himself, 'What a coincidence.'

Felix's expression changed drastically. Ignoring everything else, he rushed to the door, opened it, and looked up to see military helicopters flying overhead...

"Oh no! Mr. Ding, the military is causing trouble! I have to go rescue Rafael! We'll talk another day!" Felix said, rushing back to grab his car keys and get ready to leave.

The truth is, according to the original plot, if Felix hadn't taken action, Comrade Raphael would have indeed been executed by the military not long after.

Raphael is very important to Felix's plans.

Ding Ze couldn't stop him, so he asked, "What's your phone number?"

Felix kept walking and recited a series of numbers.

"Okay, then I won't bother you any longer. I'll call you later," Ding Ze said, getting up and leaving with Mickey.

Felix followed closely behind, went out the door, got into the car, and while driving, called his wife Maria, who was hiding in the basement, to tell her to be careful.

Ding Ze also got into the car and lit a cigarette.

This place is a bit far from the hotel, and it's too much trouble to run around. Well... let's wait somewhere else until this farce by the military is over, and then we'll go and take down that so-called Lion of Sinaloa, that idiot Pedro.

To be honest…

The Lion of Sinaloa...

That nickname is fucking hilarious.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head. Then, through the walkie-talkie, he instructed his men to spread out, not to attract attention, and to await orders.

Afterwards, Ding Ze drove around, intending to take a stroll, admire the spectacular green leaves of Sinaloa, and also observe the antics of the Mexican military.

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Just like it says in the original drama.