Chapter 47 Comparisons (1/2)

Chapter 47: Comparisons

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Storage unit 114 was very messy. There were a few shoe boxes in the doorway, which were opened to reveal all sorts of things.

Small toys, a palm sized Bible, a wind-proof lighter, handmade little boxes; these were just some of the things Li Du found within the shoe boxes. He separated them according to type and placed them at the doorway.

Seeing this, the people gathered around the entrance shook their heads.

”Don’t be like that, mate. Remember the golden rule of treasure hunting; always look for the most valuable thing first.”

”Do you really need to separate the trash? Just put it in a bag and tie it up. It belongs in the trashcan.”

”This crap is too gross, even for the trash.”

Li Du took out a large box. Opening it, there were piles of cards. They were made of hard plastic and each piece had been protected by a transparent, plastic card sleeve.

There were a lot of cards, a few hundred of them. Carefully, he took them out and placed them tidily on the passenger seat of the truck.

The treasure hunters on the sidelines jeered: ”What treasures are those?”

Someone went up to take a look. Picking one up, he shook his head. ”This stuff isn’t valuable. It’s just a hotel key card.

Hans nodded to Li Du. ”It’s true. Key cards aren’t worth much.”

Li Du asked, ”Isn’t there a key card collecting market in America?”

Hans shrugged and said, ”There is a market, but it’s very small. They’re not rare. Unless it’s a key card to the White House or something.”

Li Du shook his head. ”There’s no key card to the White House here. ”

”Then this is just a pile of trash,” said Dalton, who was there for his own entertainment.

Li Du smiled but didn’t say a word. He just carried on, concentrating on his work.

The crowd that gathered around him grew bored and left, one by one, to where Andrew was.

Having opened the storage, Andrew lifted his chin and said, ”Bring that stuff out for me. Be careful. Do you see that case? Be very careful with it. Actually, I’ll take it out myself.” Because of his status, he no longer had to do any of the physical labor. He hired large, buff workers to clear out storage for him. All he had to do was evaluate the value of the items recovered.

A blue case in a pile of white styrofoam boxes was brought over. He opened the box and pulled out a guitar of the same color.

The guitar was magnificent, with a smooth, streamlined shape. The blue lacquer was exquisite—the rays of the setting sun fell on it, scattering shimmers and glimmers of light.

The most wondrous part was that, as Andrew slowly turned the guitar over, the blue shimmered and danced like the purest of waves.

At this, the treasure hunters’ eyes lit up. Gazes containing all sorts of wonder and amazement focused on the guitar. A whole group gathered, their jealousy and envy obvious.

Reginald, his eyes blazing, cried out, ”Shit shit shit! Don’t tell me that that’s a Fender electric guitar! A Fender Lake Placid Blue Electric Guitar!”

Hearing the name, startled cries came from the crowd.

”My God, it can’t be. That is a Fender Lake Placid Blue?”