Chapter 49 I Called The Cops (1/2)
Chapter 49: I Called The Cops
Translator: Vicky_Editor: Vicky_
Hearing Lynch agree to Li Du’s conditions, Andrew’s face twisted in anger. ”Are you crazy?” he cried. ”Thirty thousand dollars for a pile of rubbish key cards? These key cards are so common that you can buy one for just ten dollars!”
Because it was a video call, Lynch heard Andrew’s words quite clearly.
He said coldly, ”My man, you do not know whether I’m crazy or not. They may not be valuable to you, but to me, finding these cards again is a blessing from God!”
Lynch was one of the richest men in Flagstaff. He had an investment company that did work on par with The Big Four, but of course, on a much smaller scale.
Thirty thousand dollars was a huge sum to the average person, but for him, who often spent tens of thousands of dollars on valuable stamps, it was peanuts.
Hearing him agree to the deal, Hans hollered in joy. He thanked Lynch over the phone over and over again. ”Thank you very much, thank you very much, man. We’ll send the key cards to you as soon as possible.”
Hanging up, he looked at Andrew and snickered, saying, ”Hey, Mr. Hundred Thousand Club, give us a piece of information on a valuable storage unit.”
”We’re not in a rush,” added Li Du. ”Go back and keep an ear out for something. Remember, information on a good auction. Don’t even think of bluffing us, or the one who will be made an *ss out of is you.”
Stunned, the surrounding treasure hunters stared at them. These people still hadn’t realized what hit them. Most of them found it hard to believe the sudden turn of events.
Someone said, faintly, ”Andrew, could this be a trap by the Chinaman? Maybe he found someone to give him a fake, marked up price?”
The others glared at him like he was an idiot.
”Don’t you have any brains? If the Chinaman could ask Lynch to do things like that, why would he still be a f*cking treasure hunter?!”
”He has to pay taxes as long as there is income. Wouldn’t it be clear if we just look at his tax return?”
”Sh*t, the noob and that fool, Big Fox, really won? They beat Andrew?”
Everyone finally came to their senses and started to heatedly discuss what they just witnessed.
A black man tugged at Li Du's sleeve and cried out, asking, ”Hey, mate, how did you do it? That was unbelievable!”
”Big Fox, you guys are way too good now. Do you remember what I said when we were in Big Beard’s Bar two years ago? I said that you were a brilliant b*stard!”
”The Hundred Thousand Club lost to the Ten Thousand Club. F*ck, Chinaman, you’re the hero of the Ten Thousand Club!”
The tides had turned. Li Du had won.
His face livid, Andrew glared at Li Du. Shoving the electric guitar into the arms of his lackey, he growled, ”Damn it, let’s go!”
At that moment, a police car drove into the storage company. Two police got down from the car and scanned the crowd closely, then walked over to block Andrew’s way.
”Hello, Mr. Andrew?” asked one of the policemen politely.
Andrew snapped, ”That's me. Is there an issue?”
The other policeman took out an iPad, played a video for him, and asked, ”Is this you here?”
In the video recording, Andrew held a cigar in his mouth, lit an American banknote, and casually used it to light his cigar.
The video recording was very clear. It would have been useless if Andrew had tried to deny it. He stammered. ”Oh, sorry. At the time I—at the time I—” he coughed a couple of times. ”I was just—”