Chapter 11 Whos the Idio (1/2)
Chapter 11: Who's the Idiot
Translator: Vicky_Editor: Vicky_
February fifth the clouds finally dispersed, leaving behind the brilliant sun.
After the freezing winter, the sky over Flagstaff appeared to be especially clear. Li Du raised his head to enjoy the blue sky and felt refreshed and lighthearted.
As the sunshine bathed the earth, a new sense of warmth swept over everyone. ”Very nice, spring is here.” Hans blew some warm air into his hands and said, ”Big Fox's spring should also be coming soon!”
”Spring is here, so is your mating season here as well?” a coarse voice asked from behind them, followed by a bunch of chuckles. ”Because if that's the case, then the female cats and dogs in Flagstaff are truly going to face a disaster.”
Li Du also found this joke amusing, and wanted to join in on mocking Hans, but he knew this was not the right time. In front of other people, Li Du was Hans's ally.
All his amusement disappeared in the next moment as the rough voice continued, ”Oh, you also enjoy little yellow dogs? You've got quite the taste.”
Knowing that this was a sarcastic comment about his skin color, Li Du immediately frowned.
There were quite a lot people in America who were racist, but as the laws were very strict about these types of behaviors, those people could often only voice their opinions through rude behavior and degrading comments.
Hans angrily turned around and looked at a big fat man whose hair was slicked back. ”Rambis, looks like your mouth is still as big as ever. How about this: I'll use the profit from getting that motorcycle today to help you pay for a lip reduction surgery in Thailand.”
Li Du nodded at Rambis and added, ”No need to thank him. You know, Hans is very generous. ”
Accompanying Rambis were two tall and muscular men, both of whom stood over seven feet. They looked as rough and dumb as two black bears.
Hearing Li Du's comment, one of them venomously spat back, ”There's no space for your comment here, little girl!”
”Barry, stop pretending to be tough,” Hans replied while shoving the guy back. ”You are just the follower of that wimp. Grow a pair of balls!”
”In China, there's a saying that real men don't wear earrings,” Li Du continued, ”so if we follow Chauncey Billups's reverse reasoning, then that also means those who wear earrings are not real men, only pink-loving little girls.”
”Don't you start the fight!”
”F*ck you!”
”I want to snap the neck of this yellow wimp!”
”Come on, try it! We would love to have one less competitor,” Hans taunted.
Li Du wasn't scared either. Recently, he had been trying to catch up on the rules of public storage auctions. He knew that in these places, anyone who fought would be kicked out.
”Let's see how much longer you can keep this up, poor bastard.” Rambis pointed his finger at Hans's chest as he walked away, saying, ”with me here today, don't even think about getting a single unit!”
Hans replied by simply raising his middle finger.
This auction would begin at eight and was scheduled to end before noon.
Li Du looked around. He realized that despite fewer units, this auction was much more crowded than the previous one. He estimated that there were roughly seventy to eighty people.
”There were mostly Flagstaff's treasure hunters last time. This time, the Harley is much more enticing, so the hunters from the nearby towns are also here today,” Hans explained as an answer to his questioning gaze.
”Then where is that Rambis from?”
”That bast*rd is from Phoenix; he's egotistic, arrogant, ignorant, and idiotic. There's no need to care about him.” Hans ground his teeth in anger. ”But that guy has a very grisly brother-in-law that we should watch out for.”
The auctioneer was still that old cowboy from the storage auction for the Smith company. Li Du recalled what happened with him last time, and found that even the opening speech was the same:
”Everyone-line-up-we-are-going-to-start-I'll-skip-the-rules-so-those-who-don't-know-them-can-just-leave!”