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

"Including physical services?" Philip pressed.

As soon as these words came out.

"Lip! Shut up!" Fiona, who had stopped Debbie once but hadn't stopped her after wanting to learn more about Ding Ze, suddenly spoke up and scolded him.

Philip looked away and stopped looking at Ding Ze.

Ding Ze smiled, said nothing, and didn't bother arguing with that idiot Philip, nor did he intend to release Philip.

This is the world of Shameless...

Now that he's here, he's naturally adjusted his mindset.

Otherwise, proceed as before...

Before tomorrow morning, a large number of people here will die.

That wouldn't be pretty.

That's what I was thinking.

Ding Ze shifted his gaze to Karl, the most promising and normal member of the future Galleg family, and said nonsensically, "Karl, it's funny, you look quite like me when I was a kid."

"Oh?" Karl's interest was piqued. "So, does that mean I can be as rich as you someday?"

"of course."

"Cool!" Carl was delighted.

At this time.

Fiona brought over dinner and teased Carl with a smile, "I don't know if you'll have any money in the future, but I do know that if you keep going like this, you'll definitely end up in jail."

Carl wasn't intimidated at all. "I've heard there are a lot of capable people in prison. It wouldn't be bad to go in and learn a skill."

Fiona sighed helplessly and chuckled at Ding Ze, "My family is very special."

Ding Ze nodded. "Indeed."

-

While chatting, everyone ate dinner.

We ate almost everything.

Fiona asked Ding Ze, "About what's your budget for that house next door?"

"What's the normal price for a house here?" Ding Ze asked casually, intending to see how Fiona would answer.

Upon hearing this, Philip spoke first, "Jason, you're not from this side, are you?"

What kind of trouble is this going to cause?

Ding Ze thought to himself and nodded, "No."

Philip asked again, "Do you come here often?"

"Not often, I live in Miami."

Philip made his decision, "The houses on this street, at normal prices..."

at this time.

Fiona, who had already confirmed that Philip was planning to rip Ding Ze off, suddenly interrupted him, saying, "The normal price is between $100,000 and $150,000. I estimate the house next door is around $120,000."

Ding Ze knew the approximate price of the house. Seeing that Fiona wasn't trying to rip him off, he grinned and said, "Okay, price is fine. I'll trouble you to help me negotiate."

"I'll pay in full. See if you can lower the price."

“Okay! I’ll do my best!” Fiona’s eyes lit up.

Debbie too.

With that, the matter was considered settled.

"Thank you in advance," Ding Ze said, glancing at his watch as he prepared to leave. "I have to go now. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Are you leaving already? I'll see you off," Fiona said, stopping her food and getting up.

Ding Ze did not refuse.

The two walked out of the house side by side and reached the car.

“I’ll wait for your call,” Ding Ze said with a smile as he opened the car door.

"Ok."

"Goodbye," Ding Ze said, getting into the car and driving away.

Fiona watched them go for a while before happily walking back.

Back to the restaurant.

“He’s interested in you, you know that, right?” Philip immediately interjected.

"So?" Fiona was unconvinced.

“He doesn’t seem like a decent person,” Philip said, disliking Ding Ze.

Fiona smiled. "Who's the respectable one?"

Chapter 68 Ellebo Bar, Frank

Alber Bar.

Kevin, as usual, spent his days behind the bar, occasionally pouring drinks for the group of drunkards sitting in front of him.

Not far away in the corner.

Terry Milkovic is playing pool with some of his cousins.

Around a few scattered tables, some men and women were either quietly drinking and watching TV, or chatting and joking.

The small space was quite lively, filled with a decadent and depraved atmosphere.

Ding Ze walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, smiled at the familiar faces, and then his gaze fell on Frank at the bar. He walked over and sat down on the bar stool next to Frank.

Frank, who had just been cursing and begging Kevin to pour him a free drink, stopped pleading when he saw Ding Ze, a young man in an expensive suit and wearing a Rolex gold watch, sitting down next to him. He smiled at Ding Ze and said, "Hey buddy, can you buy me a drink? I left my wallet at home."

Ding Ze took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke. "You don't look like someone with a wallet."

As soon as these words came out.

The group of drunkards laughed heartily.

Frank ignored the mockery and excitedly said to Ding Ze, "Hey buddy, that's an insult to me. You should at least buy me a drink for saying that."

Frank has absolutely no sense of shame.

Ding Ze grinned and beckoned to Kevin, "Drunkards are really scary. Come on, buy him a drink."

As he spoke, Ding Ze deliberately took out the stack of bills with 9,900 US dollars left in his pocket, pulled out one bill, and placed it on the bar.

The daily income of Alber Bar is actually quite meager; Kevin can only earn about a hundred dollars a day. When he saw the banknotes in Ding Ze's hand and on the bar, his eyes lit up.

Frank and several other alcoholics were even more so.

only.

The reasons are different.

Kevin quickly walked up to Ding Ze, leaned forward and whispered, "Brother, do you want to be robbed? Put your money away!"

After saying that, Kevin gestured to Ding Ze with his eyes, signaling Ding Ze to pay attention to the Mirkovic family by the pool table.

Ding Ze glanced at him casually and asked Kevin, "What's your name?"

"Kevin."

“Jason,” Ding Ze replied, pulling out another bill and handing it to Kevin, “a whiskey, the rest is yours.”

Hearing this, and seeing that Ding Ze didn't seem to care about his reminder at all, Kevin frowned slightly, realizing that he was probably mistaken. This Jason was probably no ordinary person, so he stopped worrying. "Okay, the whiskey will be here soon, thanks."

Kevin took the banknote Ding Ze handed him, and casually reached for the one Ding Ze had just placed on the bar, only to find it empty...

The money is gone.

Kevin was startled, then immediately yelled at Frank, "Frank!"

Frank didn't hesitate to turn the tables, saying irritably, "Where's my drink? You're a really bad bartender! Fine, I'm not drinking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Frank got up and walked out, cursing as he went, "If you keep doing this, you'll get fired sooner or later."

Kevin panicked a little and subconsciously looked at Ding Ze.

"Never mind," Ding Ze said nonchalantly. "I was actually thinking of getting to know him, maybe we could have a drink together sometime..."

The words were not finished.

hum.

Frank, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly jolted, stopped abruptly, and immediately turned back, sitting back on the high stool. Then, he pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, slammed it on the bar, and said domineeringly, "Pour the drinks!"

After finishing, he tidied his hair a couple of times, then reached out to Ding Ze, "Frank-Gallege, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Ding Ze smiled.