TCM in New York

Chapter 167 Greed breeds, silver needle deters

Smith was still very sensible and did not bother with Ding Changsheng's source of antiques.

Because Smith has no evidence to prove that Ding Changsheng's second grandfather hid his inheritance, did not declare inheritance tax, and did not pay him enough legal fees.

Whether it was Ding Changsheng's latest acquisition, or the one he inherited from his second grandfather, it's useless to worry about it now.

It will only make his mentality problematic.

It is better to do well now, the richer the person is, the more he needs to provide more legal services.

Ding Changsheng becoming a billionaire means he can earn more legal fees.

After returning to Changshengtang, Smith left in his own car.

Ding Changsheng stayed in Changshengtang and Lin Chaosheng bragged.

By the way, supervise the work of the workers.

It's not that I'm worried about them being lazy, but I'm worried about them stealing the medicinal materials in the hall below.

At noon, Ding Changsheng didn't stay to eat with Lin Chaosheng and the three of them. He told them to find a way to solve it by themselves, and then drove away from Changshengtang.

Scarlett is still waiting for him!

In Scarlett's apartment, it took nearly three hours to give Scarlett an acupuncture treatment before driving away.

Originally, he planned to contact Zhou Linlin and the other three to see where they were, and wanted to pick them up and go home together.

As a result, as soon as he took out his mobile phone, he received a call from Jason.

"Hi! Dear Ding! Where are you? I've got all the money!"

"I'm on my way, I'll be there right away!" Ding Changsheng replied with a smile, then turned the car around and drove towards Johnson Manor.

Of course, before going to Jansen Manor, Ding Changsheng went to Citibank first.

It happened that the box I saved last time hadn't been taken out yet, so I took it out by the way this time.

The empty boxes have been kept in the safe of Citibank, but the rent is collected by the time.

Money can't be spent like this!
Holding the box and returning to the car, Ding Changsheng first put the oil painting he was about to sell into the box.

Then he drove to Johnson Manor.

"Dear Ding, does it mean that you won't come here unless I call you?" Jason was already waiting for Ding Changsheng at the gate of the manor.

"Haha! I'm not waiting for news from you. I'll come here when you have the money ready. Otherwise, I'll come here with the painting and you don't have the money to buy it. What should I do?
That would be a little embarrassing. Ding Changsheng smiled and hugged Jason.

Holding the suitcase, I came to the small reception room last time.

The bald appraiser was already waiting in the small reception room.

Ding Changsheng didn't say anything else, and directly pushed the box to the bald appraiser.

The bald appraiser carefully opened the box and took out the scroll from inside.

This time Ding Changsheng removed all the outer frame, leaving only the inner canvas and rolled it up.

It's just a little bit random.

When the bald appraiser took out the scroll, he gave Ding Changsheng a dissatisfied look.

This is to blame him for not loving these precious works of art too much.

"Mr. Ding, would you like some tea? A Chinese friend gave me some Chinese tea, which is said to be very good tea."

"Okay!" Ding Changsheng nodded with a smile.

Jason waved at the butler, and the butler bowed and turned to go out.

After a while, he came in with two cups of tea.

"Jason, I didn't expect to see such a teacup here!" Seeing the tea set, Ding Changsheng couldn't help but said with a smile.

The tea delivered by Jason's housekeeper was in a gaiwan.

Many people have only seen this kind of tureen on TV, but very few people use tureen in reality.

Ding Changsheng lifted the saucer underneath, opened the lid, took a sip, and then put it down.

"Hehe! It's a pity! As a Chinese, I don't know much about tea. I just think it tastes good, but I can't tell what it is good for!" Ding Changsheng said with a smile.

"Just drink it if it feels good! Whether it's tea or coffee, it's a drink for drinking! As long as it tastes good!
Otherwise, no matter how much you pay attention to, if it doesn't taste good, isn't that spending money to buy it? "Jason said with a hearty smile.

The reason why Jensen was so enthusiastic and eager to call Ding Changsheng was because he made [-] million from the six paintings yesterday.

The unit is of course US dollars!
It's as simple as that, once you get it, you get a hundred million.

What kind of business can make such money?

While drinking tea with Ding Changsheng, Jason was already thinking about how much money he could make from today's paintings.

This time, Ding Changsheng took out thirteen paintings, more than twice as many as yesterday.

If calculated in this way, does it mean that you can earn [-] million today?
Thinking of this, Jason couldn't help being a little excited.

It is true that he is rich, and all his assets add up to billions of dollars, but most of them are real estate, securities, and stocks.

The funds that can be used at any time are more than [-] million.

This is the result of adding up the money in the accounts of several companies.

If these paintings lost their owners, wouldn't it be five or six billion that belonged to him?
Jason was a little moved for a moment.

Looking secretly at Ding Changsheng, he began to reveal a fierce expression.

This is my own manor, as long as the owner of the paintings disappears, then these paintings are my own.

A Chinese, with his status, can handle the New York Police Department casually.

Even if someone wanted to investigate, they couldn't find themselves.

Even if everyone knows that he disappeared in his own manor, so what?
This is his territory, how could he be afraid of a Chinese?

"Hey! Jason, why are there still flies in your manor?" Ding Changsheng asked suddenly.

"fly?"

"Sorry, it was my mistake that let the fly in! I'll drive it out right away!" The housekeeper quickly apologized.

"Hehe! Let me do it!" Ding Changsheng waved his hand, and a silver needle flew out.

"Sorry Jason! I made your wall dirty!" Ding Changsheng apologized.

"This... what is this? Is it a hidden weapon in Chinese legend?" Jason looked at the fly nailed to the wall and the trembling silver needle in surprise.

"Hehe! You can also say that!
However, this silver needle in my hand is only used for curing diseases, it is the acupuncture needle for you to do acupuncture. Ding Changsheng explained with a smile.

"Dear Ding, do you know Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Jason, aren't you curious why you have found many Chinese medicine clinics, but none of them can cure your disease, but I can make you recover in a short time?"

"Yeah! I went to a lot of Chinese medicine clinics before. Although it has some effect, the effect is not very satisfactory!"

"Because I know Chinese Kung Fu! There is a saying in China: Medicine and martial arts are not separated! All famous doctors in ancient China knew Chinese Kung Fu!

Those Chinese medicine practitioners who do not understand Chinese kung fu will have much worse results even if they use the same method to treat them! Ding Changsheng explained with a smile.

"So that's the case, I didn't expect Ding, you are actually a master of Chinese Kung Fu!" Jason said with emotion.

"I can't talk about being a master, that is, I have a little ability to protect myself. The most of my kung fu is applied to curing diseases and saving lives!"

(End of this chapter)