Chapter 93 The Mammoth’s Tusk (1/2)
Chapter 93: The Mammoth’s Tusk
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A supposedly profitable storage unit turning into a loss made Carl feel like killing someone.
His actual loss was much greater than what the treasure hunters had estimated, for the insider information he paid for was a substantial amount as well.
Rambis obviously knew Carl very well. He quietly left the unit before anyone noticed.
Carl was furious. He picked up a plastic fender and threw it toward the onlookers, yelling, ”Don’t block the light—just get out! Get out of here! Scram!”
”Such a pitiful sight, he went crazy,” a tall black man chuckled.
”Where do you think his nickname ”Maniac Carl” came from?” asked Hans.
”Oh yeah!” Both the black man and Hans bumped their fists and laughed together.
This was the way of the storage unit auction business: If someone made a huge loss, the other treasure hunters would gloat. Less competition meant better chances of getting the units they wanted and, in turn, higher earnings.
Li Du and Hans soon left to go pack up their units. On the way, they saw Rambis smoking alone in a corner.
”So, who’s crying his eyes out now?” Hans chuckled.
”Just f*ck off, you crazy, rotten wood collectors!” snapped Rambis bitterly.
Hans sneered, ”Rotten wood, huh? So you thought we bought that unit merely …”
”You thought we bought that unit merely to do some cleaning up?” Li Du asked. ”No, that’s not it. We can exercise and work out in here as if it were a gym. We lift logs here, or we lift metal weights in the gym—not much of a difference.”
”Go to hell!” Rambis spit out the cigarette butt, raised a middle finger at both of them, and left.
”There are only rotten logs inside our unit? You’re kidding me, right?” asked Hans.
Li Du replied, ”I’m not sure, but no matter what, my big brother, we should quietly go check out what we’ve bought without peering eyes!”
Hans playfully answered, ”Right! Earn a fortune quietly!”
Both of them proceeded to open up the backpacks, boxes, and chests; they found torn tents, old ropes, shovels, hammers, pickaxes, and some broken pots and pans.
A few onlookers waved and walked away after seeing all the junk that the duo found:
”Congratulations for getting a hiker’s unit.”
”That’s a woodcutter’s unit, you fool!”
”Bye Big Fox, Li—looks like your luck’s all used up.”
Hans scratched his head. ”D*mn, nothing good here?”
Li Du opened a wooden chest. ”Over here, could these be good?”
Hans replied, ”A human-made pump, high-pressure rubber hose—they do look sturdy. These should be worth some money.”
”How much?”
”One thousand dollars shouldn’t be a problem. So these are why you wanted the unit?” Hans asked.
Li Du quietly scratched the log beside him without Hans noticing, then he slapped the log a few times in front of Hans. ”No, this is why.”
Hans took out his flashlight and pointed it at the log.
”See if you can find something out from it.”
The pinewood logs were heavily infested with termites, and some logs had their bark completely eaten up; some of them were just full of holes.
Hans took a closer look and said, ”What is this? It’s just a hole. Wait, the color doesn’t seem right—d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, something’s in there!”