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You said it before, none of that happened! (End of Chapter)

Chapter 173 Wall Street intrigue, Magical Reality

With money, anything is negotiable.

The truth is, New York City is a disaster area for the overabundance of various local specialties.

God knows how much junk circulates on the streets of New York every day.

Therefore, for the five clan leaders present, Ding Ze's words were essentially equivalent to a large amount of money.

“Mr. Ding, since you have the final say on both Colombian and Mexican specialties, will the price we pay for them be lower than it is now?” one of the clan chiefs couldn’t help but ask.

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke. "It's hard to say. I don't know the price either. I don't care about these things. You can contact John Abruzzi later."

Ding Ze wasn't lying; he genuinely didn't know the price.

"As far as I know, according to the rules of the Guadalajara Group in Mexico, the selling price of these two specialties should be fixed now, right?"

Upon hearing this, the five clan leaders nodded in unison.

“Mr. Ding, the supply in New York is still insufficient to meet demand. There are too many addicts, and our supplies are very tight,” a clan chief said.

“That’s easy,” Ding Ze smiled and took out his phone. “Do you have the money? If so, I’ll make a call now and you can get ready to receive the goods.”

Upon hearing this, the five clan leaders were immediately excited.

However, amidst the excitement, there was also some worry: "Mr. Ding, with such a large shipment arriving, DEA might be eyeing it."

Ding Ze's smile widened. "Don't worry about DEA, I've already taken care of it. This time, I can get DEA to turn a blind eye, consider it my second gift to you."

The voice reached my ears.

All five clan leaders were complete idiots!

DEA has been taken care of?

Are you kidding me?!

Who exactly are you, and how did you manage to do such a thing?

The five clan leaders instinctively disbelieved it.

There's no way around it, this kind of thing is just too outrageous.

How did Ding Ze, a drug lord and gang leader, manage to take down the DEA?

If that's the case, and things continue like this, wouldn't even the US government be able to handle it?

"Mr. Ding, really?" a clan chief couldn't help but ask.

“Of course,” Ding Ze nodded with a smile, “So, do you want the goods?”

"Yes!" the five clan leaders said in unison.

Supply can't keep up with demand!! Do you understand?!

Since we can get such a large quantity of goods, why not take them!

That’s all money!

"How much do you want? Give me a number," Ding Ze asked.

"I want two tons of flour and two tons of green leaves."

"I want….."

The five clan leaders quickly reported the number according to their own capacity.

Ding Ze silently tallied the numbers, then, without further ado, called Felix.

The call was answered quickly.

“Mr. Ding,” Felix greeted him politely, having not been in touch for a long time.

"Good afternoon. I'm quite busy here, so let's get straight to the point," Ding Ze said.

"Okay, you say."

"I'm currently in New York, having dinner with the heads of five families here. We've reached a cooperation agreement. New York needs fifteen tons of flour and twenty tons of leafy greens. Do they have enough stock over there?"

"That's enough!" Felix exclaimed excitedly. Such a huge deal! How much money would that cost?!

“Okay, then arrange for the shipment to be loaded onto a ship as soon as possible and transported to New York. Remember, also arrange another ship to carry about a ton of cargo to the DEA for investigation. I will handle the DEA’s operations,” Ding Ze said in one breath.

“Okay, no problem, I’ll arrange it right away,” Felix agreed readily.

"Okay, that's all for now. We'll talk again when we have time."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Ding."

call ended.

Ding Ze smiled and looked at the five clan leaders present, "Everyone, get the money ready and prepare to receive the goods."

The five clan leaders beamed with joy, "No problem."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Pleasant to work with."

Look how wonderful money is.

At this moment, there was no longer any tension between the six people; instead, they were all enjoying each other's company.

In fact, it was a little too harmonious.

This is not.

While he was having a good time, Gasby-Fall suddenly laughed and said, “Mr. Ding, thank you for making us a lot of money. I think, if you don’t mind, we can take care of the Morrison family, so you don’t have to run around all night.”

The other four clan leaders listened.

Good heavens, Gaisby-Falzen, I never knew you were such a simp.

Faced with enormous profits, the four clan leaders were not to be outdone and all voiced their opinions.

“Yes, Mr. Ding, if you don’t mind, we can handle it. We are more familiar with New York after all.”

"Mr. Ding, what do you think?"

Ding Ze laughed, finding it extremely amusing.

As for how...

It doesn't matter; he's too lazy to run around.

“Okay, then you can come. Oh, and remember to take care of the rest of the Skorse family too,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “When I came to New York to deal with the treasure under Trinity Church, the Skorse family tried to rob me. They have to be all dead.”

Ding dong.

The reason why Martin-Skøe was killed has been found.

The five men, including Gaisby and Farzen, suddenly realized what had happened a few months earlier that morning.

"no problem."

"Make sure those Skes don't see the sun rise tomorrow."

"… .."

And so, the six of them chatted happily, ate and drank, and finished their lunch.

“I’ll see you off,” Ding Ze said as he stood up.

The six of them entered the elevator together, went downstairs, and arrived at the first floor of the hotel.

On the first floor of the hotel, nothing had changed.

The six people walked out of the hotel.

This matter is temporarily concluded.

Ding Ze returned with a smile, walked to the counter, and asked Charon, who was standing behind the counter as usual with no expression, "Do I need to move?"

Charon remained expressionless. "The boss didn't say that."

"Thank you so much," Ding Ze replied with a smile, then took out a gold coin and placed it on the counter. "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you before."

“It’s alright,” Charon replied, taking the gold coins.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more and turned to walk out.

The cars belonging to his men were already waiting on the opposite side of the road.

Ding Ze got into the car. "The first thing we did here is done. Now we'll do the second thing: go to Wall Street."

"Okay, boss."

About half an hour later, the car arrived near Wall Street.

“Spread out and find some suitable sniping spots nearby. We’ll come over tomorrow morning and give Wall Street a good commotion,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

The men didn't hesitate and immediately got to work.

Ding Ze wasn't idle either; he definitely wanted to participate in this kind of excitement, so he wandered around looking for a suitable spot.