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

"That's good," Ding Ze replied with a smile, then, pretending to raise his wrist, glanced at the Rolex watch he had bought on the way here, "Unfortunately, I have something to do right away... You seem to be underage, do you have any adults in your family?"

Philip frowned slightly. "Yes, what do you want to do?"

Ding Ze took out a wad of US dollars from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulled out a bill and handed it to Philip. "I'd like to ask an adult in your family to help me contact the family of the owner of that house and ask them what price they want to sell it for."

One hundred dollars is no small sum for Philip.

But Philip still didn't readily accept the money, and asked with great suspicion, "That's it?"

"Okay, that's settled. Once we've clarified the price, I'll give you a service fee. If you're willing to help me buy the house, I'll give you a five thousand dollar handling fee. How about that?"

how about it?

Did the Galleg family have some incredible luck?

Money can fall from the sky?

Are all rich people this generous?

Because of the money, Philip's suspicions lessened considerably, but at the same time, he became more astonished and fell silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Swish!

Philip took the hundred dollars Ding Ze handed him and quickly stuffed it into his jeans pocket. "Deal!"

Immediately afterward, Philip turned around and shouted, "Fiona, come out here!!"

"What is it?" Fiona asked, busy cooking.

"Just come out already! Hurry up!"

"Coming, coming!" Fiona responded, turning off the stove. As she walked out, she called to Karl, who was already sitting at the table playing with the lighter, "Karl, put the lighter down!"

“Okay…” Carl reluctantly agreed.

Fiona went outside and immediately saw Philip, Ding Ze, and Ding Ze leaning against the Mercedes. She was puzzled and asked, "Philip, what's going on?"

“Just come over here, this handsome guy needs to talk to you,” Philip replied.

Fiona was completely confused. She went to Philip's side and, before Ding Ze could say anything, gave him an apologetic smile. "Excuse me, did Carl bump into your car?"

Ding Ze remained silent, only looking at Fiona.

Carl is still young.

Philip too.

He judged that at this time, these people were still in the early stages of the show "Shameless".

At this stage, Fiona was young and beautiful. Apart from being a bit promiscuous, she wasn't as chaotic as some others, and overall she was quite alluring.

Thinking about it, Ding Ze shook his head and smiled brightly, "No, why would you think that? I wanted to ask you for a favor."

Fiona was even more confused: "???? Me? How can I help you?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Lip, right? Why don't you explain it to your sister?"

“Okay,” Philip agreed, and gave Fiona a brief explanation.

After listening.

Fiona was stunned, and asked Ding Ze in disbelief, "Really?"

Ding Ze smiled and extended his hand, "If you're willing, then it's settled between us."

Fiona didn't hesitate and decisively reached out her hand, "I do."

Chapter 67 I find joy in helping others.

I shook hands, and then shook them.

Fiona withdrew her hand and asked, "How should I address you?"

“Jason Constantine,” Ding Ze replied.

“Fiona-Galeg,” Fiona followed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ding Ze smiled.

Fiona smiled too.

The two then exchanged phone numbers.

Fiona was very motivated by this windfall of money. "I'll make the arrangements for you tomorrow and then I'll call you."

“Okay,” Ding Ze smiled at Fiona, “then I’ll be going now… By the way, do you know where there are any restaurants around here? I need to get some dinner.”

Hear this.

Philip, who had noticed Ding Ze's strange gaze towards Fiona the moment she came out, twitched his brow slightly and immediately saw through the pretense in her words. However, he didn't say anything, only slightly curled the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

Fiona didn't think too much about it. Because she wanted to earn this money, she simply said, "We're about to have dinner. If you don't mind the humble setting, why don't we eat here?"

The plan worked.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "Is it appropriate? Then I won't be polite."

“Don’t mention it,” Fiona replied with a smile. “Come on, let’s go in.”

Philip then spoke up, looking at Ding Ze with a playful expression, "You just said you had something to do right away, but now you're not in a hurry anymore?"

"After seeing your sister, I wasn't in such a hurry anymore," Ding Ze replied with a smile, completely unconcerned about the slight embarrassment.

Fiona heard this and, a little embarrassed, tossed her hair.

Philip gave Ding Ze a disdainful look, said nothing more, and turned to walk back.

“Don’t be offended, that’s just his temper,” Fiona explained to Ding Ze.

"fine."

soon.

Ding Ze followed Fiona into the house and met Debbie and the others sitting at the dining table waiting for their meal.

“These are my younger brother and sister,” Fiona introduced. “This is Debbie…”

After introducing her family, Fiona introduced Ding Ze, "This is Jason Constantine."

"Hello," Ding Ze greeted with a smile.

"Hello," Debbie and the others replied perfunctorily.

“Jason, have a seat, I’ll go prepare dinner,” Fiona said hurriedly as she headed for the kitchen, adding to Philip, “Lip, serve them.”

Philip didn't refuse, but his attitude remained the same, as if he had already seen through everything. He stood up casually and asked Ding Ze, "What would you like to drink? Water, a beverage?"

"Water is fine, thank you." Ding Ze didn't have much affection for Philip, that self-important idiot, but he didn't have much ill will either. He just treated him politely and that was it.

Philip didn't say anything more. He quickly poured Ding Ze a glass of water, then sat back down at the table to chat with Ian and Carl.

None of the three paid any attention to Ding Ze, acting as if he didn't exist at all.

Debbie, however, was different. After glancing at Ding Ze, she asked curiously, "Jason, you seem to be very rich?"

Debbie was quite good during this period.

When you grow up, well, you won't be able to do it anymore.

"I guess I have some money," Ding Ze replied.

“So what do you do?” Debbie asked again.

The kitchen was right next to the dining table. Fiona heard this and quickly stopped her, "Debbie, don't ask questions."

“It’s okay,” Ding Ze said with a smile, then answered Debbie, “My job is rather complicated, but to sum it up, it’s about helping others.”

Well, helping others go to see God, isn't that helping others and finding joy in doing good?

No problem.

"???" Debbie's little head was filled with big doubt when she heard this. "Helping others? You can make money from that?"

“Of course, if others need help, I provide it and get paid, and that’s how the money comes in, right?” Ding Ze said, amused by his own words. “Then, many times, I also make others realize that they need help, and then I help them. That way, the reward is even higher.”

"??????" Debbie's mind was immediately filled with even more questions.

at the same time.

Philip, Ian, and Carl, who originally had no intention of arguing with Ding Ze, all sensed something was amiss in his words and looked at Ding Ze together.

Carl, who was keen on causing destruction, was the first to frown and ask, "You mean, forced sale?"

“No, no, no, this is called taking the initiative to develop customers,” Ding Ze explained with a smile. “You can’t make much money by passively waiting for customers to come to you. On the contrary, you can make more.”

Karl tilted his head, looking confused.

Philip still felt something was off and asked suspiciously, "So, you're selling goods?"

"I sell services, not specific products."

"Oh? So what services do you sell?" Philip asked again.

"It's not fixed; we can provide any kind of service."