Chapter 556 The Private Storage Auction (1/2)

Chapter 556: The Private Storage Auction

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Not mincing her words, the woman replied, ”A librarian bought this beautiful house, while a salesman like you could only afford some run-down house.”

Chalmers sniggered, ”I knew that my uncle would give this house to me, so I bought a run-down house. You know, I've gotta fork out money to pay the inheritance tax.”

As he spoke, he grumbled discontentedly, ”D*mn the IRS. They're merciless! They collected the money that took me a few years to save just like that!”

The woman didn't want to hear his complaining and rummaged in the cabinet to retrieve a bunch of keys. She threw them at him and said, ”What're you actually planning to do?”

Chalmers blinked at her. ”I'm planning to earn some money.”

He opened the storage unit. There really was a furniture set comprising of a table and some chairs in there.

The furniture was an antique style with intricate striking lines on its top. Not knowing what material it was, Chalmers stretched his hand out to touch it. He thought it felt sturdy.

Staring at this set of furniture, Chalmers stroked his chin as he pondered.

Now, he was feeling a little regretful about having chased that treasure hunter away so soon; he should have kept him for a while longer to gather more information such as the value of the furniture.

However, he had a cousin who was also a treasure hunter. And according to what he knew, his cousin was a pretty good treasure hunter; it was just that he had recently offended the mafia and had to lie low.

He was unable to gauge the value of the furniture, but he believed that his cousin would be able to.

But he didn't want his cousin to know that he had this set of furniture. He knew that his cousin owed the casino a huge sum of money and wanted a loan from him.

At this point, it occurred to him that if his cousin had known that he had valuable furniture for sale, he would encourage him to sell it off so that he could borrow the money.

Chalmers didn't want this to happen, but he wanted to know the value of the furniture—he was stuck in a dilemma.

After wiping the furniture, he locked the storage unit and was about to head home to figure out how to ascertain the value of the furniture.

At this moment, a Ford pickup truck drove up. The man who got out of the truck waved at him. ”Hey buddy, good afternoon.”

Chalmers nodded as he said, ”Good afternoon. Is anything the matter?”

The man stretched his hand out and said, ”I would like to check something with you. I'm Dickens. Someone spoke to you earlier, right? Can you tell me what you were talking about?”

Chalmers smiled. ”Oh, I'm afraid this would be an intrusion of privacy. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to say anything.”

Dickens took his wallet out and pulled out a 100-dollar bill before saying, ”Do me this favor. I won't let you help me out for nothing.”

Looking at the money, Chalmers chuckled. He took the bill happily and said, ”The guy who came just now was a treasure hunter. He 'd seen a table and some chairs set in my storage unit . . . ”

At this point, he came to a sudden realization: Dickens was driving a pick-up truck and wore a cowboy outfit with a flashlight dangling from his waist. There were also some old-looking items in the truck—was this not the get-up of the typical treasure hunter?

Hence, he asked, ”Are you a treasure hunter too?”