Chapter 332 Another Visit to The City of Angels (1/2)

Chapter 332: Another Visit to The City of Angels

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

According to the weather report, this summer rain would go on for a few days, over Arizona’s central and northern regions. Toward the end, there would be heavy rain and possibly thunderstorms.

Hans used the time to deal with the hood ornament and umbrella. On Monday, Li Du, Big Quinn, and he took a flight to LA to sell the hood ornaments.

”Who did you contact? Why so far?” Li Du asked.

Hans said, ”A car memorabilia enthusiast—he was the only one who was willing to accept this contraband. This hood ornament can’t be sold in Flagstaff since it was lost in Flagstaff.”

Li Du nodded. ”Since it’s contraband, should we slash the price?”

Hans said, ”That all depends on our negotiation skills. But now this hood ornament’s no longer contraband. I’ve already wiped its slate clean.”

Li Du became interested and asked, ”How did you do that?”

Hans said, ”Did you think Big Fox was lazing around while you left the hood ornament alone the past two days? No, Big Fox was dealing with this.

”Every Rolls-Royce’s hood ornament has a serial number provided by Polycast Limited from Southampton—this number can be retrieved from the official website.

”I found news on a Roll-Royce which had been wrecked in a car crash and found out its serial number. Then I got someone to polish it onto this hood ornament.”

On this note, he opened his arms and said, ”Hence, its identity is now a clean slate. But to be on the safe side, let’s just sell it somewhere far away.”

There were direct flights from Flagstaff to LA. When they got there, the sun was blazing down from the sky. After disembarking, they headed for the city center in a car.

For a long time, concentrated in the city center had been LA’s core historical area, major business districts, and administrative districts. But once night fell, and during the weekends, the place was like a ghost town.

Recently the situation had changed: the business districts and administrative districts had begun to move out while performance and entertainment venues started to sprout up.

Thousands of young professionals and artists flooded new workshops, bars, art galleries, turning it into a city of art comparable to Manhattan.

There was traffic congestion at the city center. Hans led the way for them to travel on foot, via the subway, buses, and other means of transport, before they eventually arrived at a skyscraper.

At noon, the trio was seated in a Spanish restaurant in the building when a 40-year-old blonde man approached and asked, ”Mr. Li and Mr. Fox from Flagstaff?”

This was the one; Hans shook his hand. ”Yes. Hello, Mr. Bill Chicano.”

Chicano, who had curly hair and a well-groomed beard, was dressed casually. He looked more like an artist instead of a businessman working in the building.

Sure enough, during their conversation, Chicano claimed to be a sculptor, but he was also a car memorabilia enthusiast who was interested in hood ornaments from Rolls-Royce cars.

Hans took out the box; the Spirit of Ecstasy was in there, poised to take flight.

Chicano called the waiter over, ordered a few meals and said, ”You guys grab a bite first. I will take some time to admire it. Oh, the churros are a must-try here—simply delectable.”

Li Du’s impression of fried dough sticks was them as a staple in the typical Chinese breakfast. Only after the dish was served did he realize that Spain also had this stuff.

Similarly a fried item, the only difference was that the Spanish version was doused with icing, sugar, and honey.