Smith was still very sensible and did not worry about the origin of Ding Changsheng's antiques.
Because Smith has no evidence to prove that Ding Changsheng's second grandfather hid his inheritance, failed to declare inheritance taxes, and failed to pay him enough legal fees.
Whether it is Ding Changsheng's latest acquisition or the one inherited from his second grandfather, there is no use in worrying about it now.
It will only cause problems with his mentality.
It is better to do your best now. The richer the person, the more legal services they need.
Ding Changsheng becoming a billionaire means that he can earn more legal fees.
After returning to Changsheng Hall, Smith drove away in his car.
Ding Changsheng stayed in Changsheng Hall to brag and spank with Lin Chaosheng.
Supervise the work of workers by the way.
It's not that I'm worried about them being lazy, but that I'm worried about them stealing the medicinal materials in the hall below.
At noon, Ding Changsheng did not stay to accompany Lin Chaosheng and the others to eat. He told them to find a solution on their own and left Changsheng Hall in his car.
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, I planned to contact Zhou Linlin and the others to see where they were, and thought about picking them up and going home together.
As a result, as soon as I took out my mobile phone, I received a call from Jason.
"Hi! Dear Ding! Where are you? I've already prepared the money!"
"I'm on the way, I'll be there soon!" Ding Changsheng replied with a smile, then turned the car around and drove towards the Jensen Manor.
Of course, before going to the Jensen Manor, Ding Changsheng first went to Citibank.
It just so happened that the box I kept in it last time hadn't been taken out yet, so I took it out this time.
The empty box has been kept in Citibank's safe, but the rent is charged based on time.
Even if you have money, you can’t spend it 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 the Jensen Manor.
"Dear Ding, will you not come over if I don't 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 wait until you prepare the money before I can come over. Otherwise, if I come over with the painting and you don't have the money to buy it, what should I do?
That would be a bit embarrassing." Ding Changsheng smiled and hugged Jason.
Carrying the box, I came to the small reception room from last time.
The bald appraiser is 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.
This time Ding Changsheng removed all the outer frame, leaving only the inner canvas, and rolled it up.
It's just that the curling is a bit random.
When the bald appraiser took out the scroll, he gave Ding Changsheng a dissatisfied look.
This is to blame him for not caring too much about these precious works of art.
"Mr. Ding, would you like some tea? A Chinese friend gave me some Chinese tea. It is said to be very good tea."
"Okay!" Ding Changsheng smiled and nodded.
Jason waved his hand to the butler, who bowed and turned around to go out.
After a while, he came in with two cups of tea.
"Jason, I didn't expect to see such a tea cup here!" Ding Changsheng couldn't help but smile when he saw the tea set.
The tea served by Jason's butler was served in a tureen.
Many people have only seen this kind of tureen on TV, and very few people use it in reality.
Ding Changsheng held up the saucer below, opened the lid, took a sip, and then put it down.
"Haha! What a pity! As a Chinese, I don't know much about tea. I only think it tastes good, but I can't tell what's good about it!" Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
"As long as it tastes good! Whether it's tea or coffee, they are drinks and are meant to be drunk! As long as it tastes good!
Otherwise, no matter how much you pay attention to it, if it doesn’t taste good, isn’t that just spending money to pay for the pain?” Jason said with a hearty smile.
The reason why Jason was so enthusiastic and eager to call Ding Changsheng was because he made 100 million from the six paintings yesterday.
The unit is naturally US dollars!
It's as simple as getting it, and you get 100 million.
What other kind of business can be so profitable?
While Jason was drinking tea with Ding Changsheng, he was already thinking about how much money he could make from these paintings today.
This time, Ding Changsheng took out thirteen paintings, more than twice as many as yesterday.
If you calculate it this way, does it mean that you can earn 200 million today?
When he thought of this, Jason couldn't help but feel a little excited.
It is true that he is rich. All his assets combined amount to several billion dollars, but most of them are real estate or securities and stocks.
The funds that can be used at any time are more than 300 million.
This is the result of adding up the money in the accounts of several companies.
If these paintings lose their owners, wouldn’t it mean that five or six billion are all theirs?
Jason was a little moved for a moment.
Secretly looking at Ding Changsheng, his eyes began to show a ferocious look.
This is my own manor. As long as the owner of the paintings disappears, then these paintings will be yours.
A Chinese, given his status, can easily deal with the New York Police Department.
Even if someone wants to check, they can't find him.
Even if everyone knows that he disappeared in his own manor, so what?
This is his territory, how can he be afraid of a Chinese?
"Hey! Why are there still flies in your manor, Jason?" Ding Changsheng suddenly asked.
"fly?"
"Sorry, it was my mistake that allowed the fly to get in! I'll drive it out right now!" the housekeeper quickly apologized.
"Haha! I'll do it!" Ding Changsheng waved his hand, and a silver needle flew out.
"Sorry Jason! I stained your wall!" Ding Changsheng apologized.
"What... what is this? A hidden weapon in Chinese legend?" Jason looked at the fly nailed to the wall and the trembling silver needle in surprise.
"Haha! You can also say that!
However, this silver needle in my hand is only used to treat diseases, it is an 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 can't cure your disease, but I can make you recover in a short time?"
"Yes! I have visited many traditional 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 the famous doctors in ancient China know Chinese Kung Fu!"
Even if those traditional Chinese medicine doctors who don't understand Chinese Kung Fu use the same treatment method, the effect will be much worse!" Ding Changsheng explained with a smile.
"I see, I didn't expect Ding, you are actually a Chinese Kung Fu master!" Jason said with emotion.
"I can't even call myself a master. I just have some ability to protect myself. My skills are mostly used in treating diseases and saving people!"