TCM in New York

"2000 million?" Dan Caton opened his mouth wide, looked at Ding Changsheng and thought to himself, "I look so like a fat sheep?"

Even Jason was frightened by this number, "2000 million, how dare you ask for it? I said Caton is not short of money, and you can't be slaughtered like a fat pig!"

Mackenzie Foy opened his eyes even wider, and his red mouth was slightly opened.

"It's 2000 million. Mr. Caton's injury is more complicated than Tumen's. I only need to spend one time on Tumen, and use my inner strength to restore his bones. After that, I need to apply ointment on time and take Chinese medicine orally.

And Mr. Caton needs to use his inner strength to dredge the meridians and heal the internal injuries of his lungs every day for three consecutive months. "

"Inner Strength? Chinese Kung Fu?" Jason asked in surprise.

"Yes! Chinese Kungfu! I just said that there are no more than ten people in China who can treat Mr. Carton's illness. It is because they understand Chinese Kungfu and have to reach a certain level. There are too few Chinese medicine practitioners who are proficient in medical skills."

"Ding, I know your Chinese kung fu. The flying needle can pierce flies. It turns out that this Chinese kung fu can also cure diseases!" Jason said excitedly.

"Of course, there has always been a saying in China that there is no separation between medicine and martial arts!

That is to say, those who practice martial arts must understand some medical skills, and good Chinese medicine must understand kung fu.

Many treatments are inseparable from Chinese Kung Fu. Ding Changsheng explained with a smile.

"Like this!" Ding Changsheng said, reaching out and pressing the coffee cup lightly.

Everyone looked at Ding Changsheng stupidly, not knowing what he was doing.

Just one touch, is it Chinese Kung Fu?
Ding Changsheng smiled faintly and picked up the coffee cup and the cushion of the coffee cup, only to see a very clear mark on the coffee table.

It was the imprint left by the coffee coaster.

"Sorry! Jason, I broke your coffee table." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.

"This?" Jason reached out and touched the coffee table.

"Dog seller, it's amazing!" Jason shouted in shock.

"It's really amazing!" Dan Carton followed up and touched it, and then said in shock.

"..." The water in Mackenzie Foy's eyes was about to overflow, and he could only tightly clamp his legs.

"This is inner strength! Through acupuncture, I infiltrate inner strength into Mr. Carton's body, stimulate the meridians, let the meridians re-grow, and get rid of blockages." Ding Changsheng explained with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, 2000 million, no problem! As long as it can heal my injury!" Dan Carton said excitedly, holding Ding Changsheng's hand.

Is it more than 2000 million?
many!
As many as 90.00% of Americans with five or more will not earn so much money in their entire lives.

It can make many people abandon their families, betray their beliefs, and betray their conscience for 2000 million people.

For Dan Carton, it is also a lot, but compared to the loss of money that will not be able to play in the future, it is not too much.

Dan Carton, the player's salary plus endorsement income for a year is more than [-] million, which does not include his investment income.

If he retires due to injury, the annual loss will be more than [-] million US dollars.

Those companies will definitely not continue to let him speak for him after he retires just because he was once the greatest star.

The companies that seek him out as endorsements are more ruthless than actors.

Once he has no value to use, they will immediately abandon him mercilessly.

Spend 2000 million to keep your annual income of hundreds of millions, which is not much money at all.

"Mr. Carton, I can assure you that you will be proud of your decision today!" Ding Changsheng said with a smile.

"I trust Mr. Ding, please Mr. Ding!" Dan Carton said solemnly.

"Mr. Ding, can you show us again?" Jason asked.

"Show it again?"

"Yes, show us Chinese Kungfu again! It was really amazing just now, if this is not my home, I really doubt it is fake!
My coffee table is made of walnut, very hard. "

"Okay!"

Ding Changsheng smiled, stretched out his hand to hold down the coffee cup, then pressed it lightly and firmly, then raised his hand randomly.

"Huh?" Jason was a little puzzled. It seems that Ding Changsheng took a look, is it that simple?

I just left a mark on the coffee table with the cushion of the coffee cup, and left a mark of the coffee cup. What's so strange?

Out of curiosity, Jason reached for the coffee cup, took it for a while but didn't pick it up.

Only then did I realize that something was wrong with the coffee cup, it was much shorter.

Jason leaned over the coffee table and took a closer look, only to find that the coffee cup was embedded into the coffee table by about one centimeter.

"Ding... Oh my god~ how did you do it?" Jason asked with a look of surprise.

"Hehe! This is Chinese Kung Fu!" Ding Changsheng said with a faint smile.

"This is amazing! You are stronger than Bruce Lee!" Jason shouted, venting his excitement.

Bruce Lee is Bruce Lee's English name.

It was Bruce Lee who let Americans know about Chinese kung fu. Many martial arts gyms in the United States are actually inspired by Bruce Lee.

Because of Bruce Lee, so many Americans walked into martial arts gyms to learn Chinese Kung Fu.

Jackie Chan and Jet Li in the back are all under the light of Bruce Lee.

Of course, they can be regarded as contributing to the spread of Chinese Kungfu in the United States.

However, the Chinese kung fu they showed was definitely not up to the level that Ding Changsheng is showing now.

"This is called Anjin in Chinese Kung Fu, and it's an application of power!" Ding Changsheng simply explained.

Even if there are too many explanations, they can't understand.

As long as you can deter these old beauties, let them know that your 2000 million is not in vain.

This is not what Jason was thinking at this time!
Rather, thankfully, thanks to not doing anything that day, thanks to controlling my evil thoughts, otherwise I don't know who disappeared.

"Jensen, what happened to the last time I asked you?" Ding Changsheng looked at Jason and asked.

"Are you talking about the manor? I'm asking for you! Some manors that you want to sell are not in good locations!

Good manors are still in high demand, and there should be news in the near future. "Jensen froze for a moment, reacted randomly, and quickly explained.

In fact, he had long forgotten that Ding Changsheng asked him to find a suitable manor.

It was only when Ding Changsheng mentioned it that he remembered such a thing.

"Ding Changsheng wants to buy the manor?" Dan Caton asked suddenly.

"Yes! I'm very envious of Jansen Manor, and I'm thinking of buying such a manor, so that I don't have to rent someone else's manor when I have a party in the future." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, I do know that there is a manor, and I plan to sell it recently! It is also in Queens, and the area of ​​the manor is larger than that of Johnson Manor!
It covers an area of ​​more than 40 acres.

There is a huge castle inside, and four subsidiary castles where bodyguards and servants live. "Dan Carton said. (End of this chapter)