Chapter 274 Widening the Trap (1/2)

Chapter 274: Widening the Trap

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Clearly, the Mormons and Garter had achieved some sort of contact. Garter thought that Hans and Li Du didn’t know about the background of the distilling boiler.

Hans couldn’t be bothered to waste too much of his breath with Garter. He said plainly, ”75,000 dollars. That’s the final price. If you’re willing to buy it, then pay up and leave with it. If not, we’ll negotiate with other people.”

Garter widened his eyes and said to him, ”No, bro, wait—are you sure you’re not crazy?”

”I’m perfectly sane,” Hans said.

Garter shook his head, and said, ”Alright, you’re sane, but you’re making an insane offer! Seventy-five thousand dollars? Bro, do you know how much your chandelier sold for?”

”How much?”

”Two thousand dollars!” Garter said helplessly. ”After fixing and selling it, I only got 2,000 dollars!”

”And then?” Hans asked.

Garter yelled in a frenzied rage, ”And then? And then you guys want to sell this back to me for 75,000 dollars, for something you traded for 2,000 dollars! Are you kidding me?”

”So, you’re not willing to take it at this price, right?” Hans said. ”Then I can only say, goodbye, buddy. I think someone else will be accepting the offer.”

When he heard that, Garter gradually calmed himself down. ”Wait, someone came over and gave you guys an offer already?”

Hans laughed, ”Yeah. He gave us an offer of 100,000 dollars. But I didn’t like him, so the deal’s off. I’m not selling to him.”

”D*mn it, d*mn it!” Garter irately kicked a rotten sofa beside him, and roared, ”I let a piece of gold slip away right before my very eyes!”

After he finished, he turned to Li Du and continued, ”You’re an *sshole, Li, you’re really a piece of sh*t, a sh*t, a sh*t! You used a broken chandelier to get a sacred relic from the Mormons!”

Li Du smiled. This thing’s become a ‘sacred’ relic now? Looks like that Mormon, Nick, really knows how to talk to someone.

”Return it to me, alright? Big Fox, for the sake of God, you can’t treat me like this.”

Hans replied darkly, ”Treating you like what? Does this belong to you? We traded our chandelier for this—it’s our equipment!”

”You guys scammed it from me, this is a piece of treasure, it’s the real deal!” Garter yelled. ”Li, you b*stard, that sculpture you wanted was a piece of junk! It’s worthless!”

Hearing him call Li a ‘b*stard’, Godzilla stood up, and coldly said, ”You’re calling who a b*stard?”

Seeing the large Mexican man who looked like Optimus Prime, Garter chickened out, and grumbled, ”I’m being bullied, you guys are real pricks. God will judge you guys.”

”Cut the crap, brother—75,000 dollars, take it or leave it, and let someone else have it,” Hans said.

Garter stretched out his hand to stop him, ”Okay, okay, don’t be impatient, Big Fox. Let me make a call and contact my client!”

He was worried that Hans and the others would overhear the conversation, and went back to his truck to make the call.

Hans shooed him away in disdain. ”That guy is seriously an idiot.”

Li Du asked, ”Do you want to lower the price? I feel that Nick is right—although this is made of silver, no one would go more than 50,000 dollars.”

”Relax, Garter will surely buy it,” Hans said. ”That guy loves to do stuff to evade his taxes too. He doesn’t know how to properly factor in taxes, so for Nick’s offer of 150,000 dollars, he’ll gladly accept it.”