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

"This is war. What we need are professionals, not mediocre people. Quantity is important, but quality is more important."

"I will arrange for my people and weapons to be deployed to Bogotá and the surrounding areas as soon as possible..."

Ding Ze spoke at length.

Pablo listened very attentively.

Time flew by, and the two men, drinking and smoking cigars, settled the matter of conquering Colombia.

Finally, Ding Ze added with a smile, "Pablo, perhaps it's unnecessary to say this, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, I'll say it anyway."

“I will have to pay a lot to take Colombia by force, so I need to be rewarded after it is done.”

Pablo was a smart man and understood perfectly, so he immediately nodded in agreement, "Of course."

"That's good. Then you should carry it out as soon as possible." After saying that, Ding Ze glanced at his watch. "It's almost time. I have to go. I still need to meet with the bosses of those plazas and talk to them to resolve some minor troubles."

“Alright, Mr. Ding, I’ll see you off,” Pablo hurriedly stood up, extremely polite.

About ten minutes later.

Ding Ze and the others got into the car.

The convoy started moving and headed towards the city of Guadalajara.

In the car, Janet asked Ding Ze with some curiosity, "What do you want from Columbia?"

Ding Ze smiled slightly, "A white glove. Colombia won't be like Mexico. From now on, Mexico will do the dirty work, and Colombia will just put on a show."

"To put it more simply, in the future, Colombia will deceive neighboring countries, and once they take the bait, Mexico will attack them."

Janet: "...One white face, one black face?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's it."

“You’re such a wicked man,” Janet commented, deliberately frowning slightly.

"Hey, how can you talk like that?" Ding Ze raised an eyebrow, trying to scare Janet.

Janet wasn't intimidated at all; she smiled mischievously.

The two of them laughed and talked.

Amado, who was driving, glanced at the two of them discreetly through the rearview mirror and was quite puzzled as to how they managed to get along so well.

really weird.

Amado decided to find an opportunity to properly consult with Ding Ze.

time flies.

Ding Ze and his group arrived at the Americas Hotel.

In the hotel lobby, a group of plaza bosses, including Isabella, had been waiting for some time. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 331 This is a one-time thing, and there will be no next time.

Hotel America, Guadalajara, Mexico, lobby.

Seeing Amado come in with Ding Ze, and realizing that it was Amado who had picked up Ding Ze, Isabella, who was in charge of the Malaysian business, was actually a little jealous.

However, despite her jealousy, Isabella wasn't foolish enough to show it.

soon.

Isabella and the other plaza bosses greeted Ding Ze warmly.

Ding Ze smiled and responded, then asked Isabella, "Has everyone arrived?"

Isabella nodded decisively, "We're all here."

"Let's go straight to the conference room then. The sooner the meeting ends, the sooner we can have some fun," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Isabella had no objection, nor dared she have one.

The truth is, Ding Ze's rule over these people relied mainly on two aspects.

On one hand, there was fear; on the other hand, there was exceptional business acumen.

Both are indispensable.

If any one of them is missing, these bosses, who have many lives on their hands, could turn against each other at any time.

Soon.

Those who were qualified to enter the conference room followed Ding Ze into the conference room one after another, and then found seats in turn.

Naturally, Ding Ze took the seat of honor, but instead of sitting down immediately, he leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it, then drew the pistol from his waist, smiled, and placed it on the table in front of him before sitting down.

The bigwigs in the conference room weren't blind; they all clearly saw Ding Ze's actions and understood their implications.

Instantly, several of the leaders tensed up, feeling restless and their hearts raced, their expressions changing accordingly.

This is called having a guilty conscience.

Conversely, the leaders who were certain they hadn't done anything foolish and had been following Ding Ze's instructions remained calm and unchanged.

then.

Who is guilty and who has a problem? You don't need to say much, you can tell at a glance.

Ding Ze had indeed noticed this, and his smile widened even more. He then exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "First of all, no matter what, I am very grateful that everyone was able to get here in such a short time."

"time flies."

"It feels like a long time ago, when all the leaders were with me as we took over this country."

"The achievements of Dongfeng Group today are largely due to the contributions of our leaders."

"So, to be honest, I sincerely hope that everyone enters this meeting room happily and leaves happily."

Damn it.

That's really frightening to hear.

The gang leaders, feeling guilty, broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

This demonstrates just how terrifying Ding Ze's deterrent power truly is.

Ding Ze glanced at it, smiled, and continued, "I think you all know that I don't like, and am not good at, talking a lot of nonsense."

"I'll get to the point quickly and get this done as soon as possible."

"Human nature is unpredictable. Sometimes, it is indeed difficult for people to control themselves. I can understand that."

"Therefore, considering your contributions in helping me conquer Mexico, I have decided to give you a chance."

Before I get down to business, does anyone want to clarify some issues?

After saying that, Ding Ze took a drag of his cigarette, smiled, and waited quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

To explain... there might be injuries, there might be death, but death is not certain.

If I don't confess... I'll definitely die!

One of the leaders, feeling guilty, couldn't hold back any longer. He trembled as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then stood up and looked at Ding Ze with great fear, "Boss, I was wrong, I'll confess..."

Ding Ze smiled and nodded without saying a word.

Now that things had come to this, and having already given his confession, the leader didn't dare to hide anything and proceeded to ramble on and on about it.

Actually, it's not a big problem.

It's nothing more than being greedy for money, unwilling to invest so much in the city's development, and keeping a portion for themselves.

Then, they squeezed a little bit out of the local farmers who grew Malaysian crops.

In fact, the problems of the several guilty leaders are all similar.

About ten minutes later.

After all the leaders had finished explaining, they stood still, not daring to sit down.

No leader has stood up again.

Ding Ze picked up a cigarette from the table, lit another one, and smiled at Isabella, "Isabella."

The voice reached my ears.

Isabella inexplicably felt that the voice was like a death knell, incredibly terrifying.

Driven by this feeling, purely instinctively, Isabella immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and then stood up with a look of fear on her face.

"Boss..." Isabella had personally witnessed Ding Ze chop people into mincemeat twice, and at this moment, she was truly terrified.

Ding Ze grinned. "If I remember correctly, I entrusted the Malaysian business to you, right?"

Isabella nodded quickly, "Yes..."

"Let me think about it. How long has it been?" Ding Ze said with a smile. "One, two, three, four, all four plazas have run into problems. If this trend continues, in a year, two years? Wouldn't Dongfeng Group be able to do whatever it wants, and whoever wants to do it can do whatever they want?"

Isabella: "..."

It feels right!