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

Musk thought of the rumors circulating online that Ding Ze liked to chop people into mincemeat, and then imagined himself being chopped into mincemeat by Ding Ze.

hiss~~~

Musk still has many goals to achieve, and he doesn't want to die.

“Mr. Ding, after you mentioned it last time, I studied it and felt it was indeed feasible. It was officially approved some time ago. However, there are still many problems to be solved, and it will probably take some time before it can be officially launched. I hope you can wait patiently…” Musk said very politely.

Ding Ze nodded. "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry. You can proceed at your own pace. I have high hopes for you... By the way, I also brought you some good news today."

"First, there's funding. Now that we've officially met, I'll provide you with unlimited funding to ensure your space program can continue."

"Secondly, there is policy support. After I leave, I will make arrangements to ensure that your launch plan will not be hindered by any policies."

"As for the obstruction from some idiot environmentalists, that's simple..."

As Ding Ze spoke, he gave Musk a sly smile, "I could send them all to meet Satan, what do you think?"

"..." Musk was immediately speechless.

Please!

Is it really necessary to be this ruthless?

Those environmentalists are indeed very annoying, often coming to say that the airline's rocket launches pollute the environment... but they don't deserve to die.

Musk wasn't that ruthless; he was genuinely afraid that Ding Ze would actually grab a Gatling gun and wipe out all those guys. So, he hurriedly shook his head, "No need, no need, I can handle those environmentalists."

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Okay, if you encounter any difficulties, feel free to contact me and I'll take care of it."

"..." Musk was sweating profusely.

Ding Ze smiled and didn't provoke him any further. "Then, let's talk about the engine's development progress."

Musk dared not disobey and quickly began to explain.

Time flies.

As Musk agonized with trepidation, Ding Ze and Janet left a check, ending their trip to SpaceX, saying goodbye to Musk, and getting in their car to leave.

Watching Ding Ze and Janet walk away, Musk, who had never thought he would have any interaction with Ding Ze before today, immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling extremely weak all over and his body went limp.

“Jesus Christ!”

Musk muttered something unconsciously, feeling as if the past few hours had been a nightmare. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 473 Goodbye Uncle Fried Chicken

After leaving the airport, Ding Ze lit a cigarette and thought for a moment, "It seems like it's been a long time since I've been to Albuquerque. Let's go have some fun."

Janet didn't care; it didn't matter where she went, so she nodded. "Okay, shall we go see Walter?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Yeah, I'll also meet up with a few other people while I'm at it."

After saying this, Ding Ze thought for a moment.

Speaking of which, it seems like the time is almost up; Old Bai should be getting lung cancer soon.

Having reached an agreement, the two wasted no time and headed straight for their private jet.

Once on the plane, after a moment's thought, Ding Ze decided that this time, he wouldn't reveal his true identity to Lao Bai and the others. He'd wait until next time, lest he scare Lao Bai to death.

Then, if Walter White has indeed been diagnosed with lung cancer, then immediately sell the car wash, causing Walter White and that scoundrel Skyler to lose a large sum of income, thus prompting Walter White to move in the right direction.

Thinking of this, Ding Ze couldn't help but laugh.

Janet knew Ding Ze too well. As soon as she saw that smile, she knew that Ding Ze was definitely up to no good. So, she smiled slightly and shook her head.

The plane took off and flew smoothly toward Albuquerque.

It's not far; it only takes a little over an hour to get there.

The two got off the plane and got into the car.

“It’s time right, I’ll treat you to fried chicken,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Janet knew that eating fried chicken wasn't the point, but since she had nothing better to do, she deliberately joked, "Aren't you afraid I'll get fat? Fried chicken is very high in calories."

Ding Ze blinked. "That makes sense. Then you don't need to eat, just watch me eat."

"???" Janet immediately raised her fist upon hearing this. "Really? You really want me to watch you eat?"

“Haha,” Ding Ze laughed heartily, “Of course, I have to respect your wishes.”

The two of them, bickering and arguing, arrived at the fried chicken shop.

Ding Ze didn't know if Uncle Fried Chicken was in this store, but it didn't matter. Anyway, given Uncle Fried Chicken's personality, he would definitely pay attention to this place.

In other words, it won't be long before either Mike or Gus Fry himself comes here.

So, no rush, just eat and wait patiently.

Ding Ze was really not in a hurry; otherwise, he could have had the Samaritans search for it, and they would have found it immediately.

Soon.

The two of them, just like any other customers, ordered a set meal for two, sat down by the window, and started eating.

I have to say, it's been a while since I've been here, and this stuff tastes really good... especially when paired with a sugary drink, it's really good.

“A book vendor who makes great fried chicken,” Janet slurped down a couple of sips of her soda and let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Isn’t it good to just focus on making fried chicken? You can make a lot of money, and you don’t have to worry about suddenly dying.”

“Haha,” Ding Ze laughed, “Everyone has different pursuits. His pursuit is to become a reading owl. There’s nothing we can do about it. He just likes it.”

Janet smiled and nodded, "That's true, everyone has their own ambitions."

The two of them chatted while eating.

Before they could finish eating...

Uncle Fried Chicken and Comrade Mike walked into the store together and saw Ding Ze and Janet.

next second.

Uncle Fried Chicken and Mike separated. Mike naturally sat down next to him, while Uncle Fried Chicken went to the table where Ding Ze and Janet were sitting and said with a stiff smile, "Gentlemen, are you satisfied with the food?"

“Satisfied, very delicious,” Janet replied with a smile.

Ding Ze added, "I haven't had it for a while, and I really miss it."

"I'm glad you two are satisfied," said Uncle Fried Chicken, then looked at Ding Ze and whispered, "Mr. Ding, it's a pleasure to see you again. Is there something you need this time?" Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Sort of, sort of."

"Here's the thing, I'll be very, very busy from now on, so I'm taking advantage of this little bit of time to come over and ask you about the specific production situation."

"Your product needs to be launched to the world as soon as possible."

“You know, I suffered huge losses because of what happened in Miami before.”

Uncle Fried Chicken did know, and on the way here, he had guessed Ding Ze's intentions.

However, the production of rock sugar is different from other things; this is America, not Mexico or Colombia...

Out of caution, Uncle Fried Chicken's production volume so far is still quite embarrassing.

"Mr. Ding, the factory hasn't officially started production yet..." Uncle Fried Chicken stopped laughing and said very seriously.

"It's too slow, we need to speed things up. Is the equipment ready?" Ding Ze asked.

Uncle Fried Chicken paused for a moment, then said, "We're still missing a small part."

"Let's hurry up. You already have the people. Gail is a very good chemist. As long as the equipment is set up, production won't be a problem," Ding Ze said with a smile. "Five tons a month, is that okay?"

The voice reached my ears.

Uncle Fried Chicken's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had misheard.

Five tons?

Are you kidding me?

“Mr. Ding, that’s impossible. That factory can’t handle such a large output, and besides, there aren’t enough raw materials…” Uncle Fried Chicken explained.

“I’ll be leaving Albuquerque today. Tomorrow, I’ll go and buy the Pastoral Group. You don’t need to worry about the raw materials. Just focus on increasing production,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “If there aren’t enough factories, just build another one. If that’s not enough, build another one.”

"Times have changed. Relax a bit, DEA. Don't worry too much about those local officers. Your goods aren't sold locally. With your caution, they won't find you."

"Even if you find it, tell me and I'll help you solve it."

Chicken Uncle: "....."

Uncle Fried Chicken is so smart, he naturally knows that Ding Ze can solve these problems.

only……

In a sense, all this back and forth makes Uncle Fried Chicken feel like he's working for Ding Ze!

This is not possible!

Uncle Fried Chicken refused.

“Okay, I’ll figure something out,” but for now, there was no way to turn against him, so Uncle Fried Chicken had no choice but to hold back and say politely. Then, he unilaterally ended the conversation, “Enjoy your meal, I have to go now. If you need anything, please let me know.”

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded with a smile, watching Uncle Fried Chicken leave.

Did Gus Fry know that this would be a turning point in his life?

Ding Ze smiled and thought for a moment.