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

The owner, who was busy behind the cashier, was taken aback when he heard this. He looked at Ding Ze and Mickey and asked instinctively, "You want to buy my car wash?"

“Yes, boss, name your price,” Ding Ze smiled, nodded, and said politely.

This boss has quite a temper; you have to be polite, otherwise he might not sell, and then you'll have to resort to violence… Violence isn't the problem, after all, burning this guy to ashes isn't a big deal, but that would make the transfer procedures very difficult to complete…

In short, if you can get this done by spending a little money and following the normal procedures, then go for the normal procedures; it's not worth the trouble and hassle.

"Are you serious?" The boss asked with some doubt, seeing that Ding Ze looked very young.

“Of course,” Ding Ze replied.

"Why?" The boss suspected something was wrong.

“I think Albuquerque has great potential for development, and I plan to make some long-term investments here. I’m not just going to buy your car wash; I’ll also buy some other properties,” Ding Ze said, spouting nonsense.

The boss thought he understood.

The rich second generation.

Immediately after thinking about it, the owner, who had never actually considered selling the car wash before, suddenly had the idea of ​​retiring, provided that the price was right. "Okay, come on, let's talk in my office."

I sat down in the office.

"Hello, may I ask your name?" the car wash owner asked Ding Ze.

“Jason Freeman,” Ding Ze replied politely as always, “and you?”

“Stephen Wollitz,” the car wash owner replied, then added, “Mr. Freeman, I’ve dedicated the last thirty years of my life to this car wash. I’ve grown attached to it. If you want to buy it, I can certainly sell it, but the price will probably be much higher than you expect.”

Ding Ze knew this guy in front of him quite well, and replied with a smile, "It's okay, you can name a price. If I can accept it, I'll buy it. If not, I can go to another store."

“Okay,” the car wash owner replied, and quoted a number, “five million US dollars.”

According to Skyler-White's estimate, this car wash is worth about one million US dollars.

Five million US dollars is already an outrageous price.

but……

how to say.

For Ding Ze, five million US dollars was really just a small amount of money.

Ding Ze grinned, said nothing, and simply reached into his inner pocket to pull out a pen and checkbook. He quickly wrote down five million US dollars in the amount field. "Mr. Wallitz, I didn't bring a lawyer. Do you know any lawyers? You can call them over. Let's finish the deal today, how about it?"

"??????" The car wash owner was dumbfounded. Seeing Ding Ze's decisiveness, his first reaction was, "Damn, I quoted too low a price." A clear look of regret appeared on his face.

Upon seeing this, Ding Ze immediately guessed what the guy was thinking, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wallitz, I've always been this decisive in my work. I think this price is acceptable to me, and you don't need to think about raising the price. You should understand the importance of contentment."

Ding Ze really doesn't like trouble.

If this guy dares to back out, I'll raise the price.

Then I'm sorry.

Grandson, you won't get a single penny.

Interestingly.

After some hesitation, the car wash owner finally spoke up, without raising the price, "Mr. Freeman, you make a good point. Okay, I'll call my lawyer over."

The lawyer said he would arrive in about half an hour.

While waiting, Ding Ze didn't sit idle. He naturally asked the car wash owner for the employee list and confirmed that Walter White was indeed working there.

More than half an hour later.

The lawyer arrived.

Subsequently.

The relevant transfer agreement was signed.

This car wash has a new owner.

Let's check the time again...

Hey, Walter, he'll be at work in a little while.

Good.

Ding Ze planned to wait until Walter arrived, then formally meet him and get to know him.

Chapter 110 Chicken Uncle's Reaction, Hello Walter

Mike was quick and efficient.

After taking the things Ding Ze and Mickey had touched from Uncle Fried Chicken and getting their photos, Mike went home, extracted Ding Ze and Mickey's fingerprints, and then went to the police station with the fingerprints.

As a former police officer, Mike had acquaintances in the police department.

After successfully entering the police station through the back door, Mike didn't say much and quickly had his friend log into the system and match his fingerprints.

Mike had expected to wait a while for the match results to appear.

Unexpectedly.

The matching process on the computer ended in just a few minutes.

Ding Ze's information popped up.

Matching complete.

A few seconds later.

I clearly saw the results displayed on the computer screen….

Naturally, Mike and his friends were all taken aback.

"What the fxxk!" Mike's friend exclaimed, then shouted at Mike, "This is a murderer on the FBI's most wanted list nationwide, it's Ding Ze! Mike, where did you get these fingerprints?"

Upon hearing this, Mike blinked, suppressing his surprise, but of course he couldn't tell the truth. "Sorry, I can't tell you right now. Now, help me check the other fingerprint."

Mike's friend didn't move. After all, he was a police officer and not a fool. He asked Mike, "Is Ding Ze in our Albuquerque? Mike, this is a huge matter. I can't keep it a secret... Besides, after I checked, the FBI has already been notified by the system and will probably call me soon."

Mike, a veteran police officer, knew this and nodded, then asked instead of answering, "Did the station receive any new bodies yesterday or today?"

"..." Mike's friend paused for a moment, then understood what he meant and sighed helplessly, "Mike, you've really gotten me into big trouble this time."

“Thank you,” Mike said. “I’ll come over to your place tonight, let’s have a drink.”

The meaning of this statement is quite clear.

Mike will send money that night as compensation.

Money is a good thing.

Mike's friend gave a wry smile, and without further delay, quickly began checking another fingerprint, which was Mickey's fingerprint.

Chamitch's fingerprints were not an easy task.

After all, Mickey has only been to a juvenile detention center and has no criminal record as an adult so far.

Mike waited for a while, then realized it would probably take some time. Considering it wasn't appropriate to stay there any longer, he said goodbye to his friend and left the police station.

After leaving the police station, I got into the car.

Mike took out his phone and called Uncle Fried Chicken.

“Two people. We’ve identified one so far,” Mike told Uncle Fried Chicken. “The older one is Ding Ze, the Ding Ze who recently escaped from Fox River State Penitentiary and killed more than a dozen FBI agents!”

"However, there's something fishy about this... The person's face doesn't match up; they're most likely wearing some kind of special mask."

"The remaining younger one is still under investigation; nothing has been found yet."

Uncle Fried Chicken was quite surprised after hearing this.

But, of course, that face, which would never show any expression unless absolutely necessary, remained unchanged.

"Ding Ze? Are you sure?" Uncle Fried Chicken had naturally heard of Ding Ze.

“Those things are covered in Ding Ze’s fingerprints, no doubt about it,” Mike replied confidently, then asked, “He’s probably after you. What are you planning to do?”

Uncle Fried Chicken thought for a moment, "He should still be here. Check how he got here and what he's doing in the city... Don't contact him, don't do anything with him."

Uncle Fried Chicken had not only heard of Ding Ze, but also had a general understanding of him, knowing that Ding Ze was now a legitimate gang leader with considerable power.

It would be foolish to act rashly against someone like Ding Ze.

Gus Fry is not a stupid person.

“Okay,” Mike replied.

Uncle Fried Chicken didn't say anything more, hung up the phone, and pondered for a while, thinking about a question.

He had been doing this kind of business for eighteen years, always keeping it extremely secret. Apart from a few individuals within the Pastoral Group, his own subordinates, and those bastards in Mexico, no one else knew anything about his real business...

Then.

How did Ding Ze, who should have been in Miami, find out?

Uncle Fried Chicken thought of the Mexicans in Miami... and then shook his head.

the reason is simple.

Nobody in Miami knows his real business.