Chapter 38 The Fox and The Fool (1/2)

Chapter 38: The Fox and The Fool

Translator: Vicky_Editor: Vicky_

That was close. Li Du had almost overslept again.

The greatest haul from this auction came from the first storage unit, which was number 4. He hastily urged Hans to drive there as soon as possible.

Hans loved such requests. He stomped on the pedal as if extinguishing a cigarette. As the engine roared, the Ford F-150 drove off like a raging beast, almost lifting off into the air.

They left at 8:50 in the morning, and by 9:20 they had already reached the entrance of the storage company. It felt like they travelled as fast as lightning.

The auction was going to start at 9:30. Hans went to register while Li Du bought breakfast. Once they met up again, they lined up to tour the storage units.

Hans munched on a smoked meat sandwich. ”Damn it, only three units are up for auction: unit 4, unit 26 and unit 51.”

Li Du stared at him blankly for a moment. ”What about unit 7?” he asked, ignoring his breakfast.

”Unit 7 renewed their lease,” Hans said as he continued munching.

Li Du didn’t have much appetite anymore. The antique gun was gone.

Fortunately, they still had unit 4 as a consolation prize. After taking a look, he turned to Hans.

”Get this unit. It definitely has value.”

”Alright, count on me,” Hans said, regaining his spirit.

This type of storage unit gave more personal usage and would have higher starting prices, as they were targeted at clients from the middle-class. These storages were almost like their personal rooms, so the chance of finding something valuable was high.

The auctioneer was still that fast talking old man, and he was still wearing that cowboy hat. Once everyone was done with their tours, he raised his hands to begin calling out the prices.

”The auction has officially started, officially started! Now, since you ladies and gentlemen already know my rules, let’s not waste time! Five hundred dollars! The starting bid for this is 500, 500, 500!”

It was a high starting bid, especially for a small town like Flagstaff. As expected, someone complained. ”This price is ridiculous, 500? You guys can fight for the unit amongst yourselves!”

Hans joined in. ”Five hundred? I can get five good storages with this price.”

The old man laughed. ”Everyone knows that Phoenix Classics has the good stuff, so enough of the useless chatter. Those who wanna buy come forward, those who don’t wanna spend can go home—staying here with this wind and in the sun is bad for your baby skin!”

In the end there were still people willing to bid, and someone raised their number plate. The old man swiftly raised the price to 550.

Hans started bidding too. He raised his number plate. The old man pointed at him and raised the bid to 600.

”OK!” Someone raised the bid again.

Hans glared at the man on purpose. ”Dalton, my friend, are you planning to start a fight? You sure? With me? The Great Fox? A Fight?”

Dalton laughed. ”So be it, you’re talking as if you’ve become Hitler.”

Hans was like an arena bull. His expression became furious. ”Very good, then I accept! Seven hundred!”

Dalton calmly raised his hand. ”Nine hundred!”

Seeing this, the crowd started getting excited, booing and jeering at the competition.

The old man was ecstatic. ”Nine hundred! Nine hundred! Nine hundred! That’s nine Benjamins that someone is willing to give for this storage! Anyone gonna go higher? Anyone for 1,000?”

Hans raised his hand. ”Me!” he yelled.