Chapter 1196 Birds of America (1/2)

In the afternoon, when the sun was shining, the treasure hunters were busy picking up what they had won.

Following a sign from Li Du, Godzilla and the bodyguards entered to tidy up the exhibition room he had bid for.

Dr. Saatchi stood glumly by the door, and when he saw Li Du asked his men to go in, his eyes widened and he asked, ”You have taken this room?”

Li Du smiled and said, ”Yes, I did bid for a few of the rooms to see if I could make some profit from them.”

Dr. Saatchi was definitely not a good businessman. When he heard Li Du said so, he immediately grabbed his arms and said, ”The museum has been cleaned by the city government, the banks, and several universities. Why don't you sell me the things left here? I'll give you… I'll give you two thousand dollars…”

Li Du looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Noticing this, the old man changed his story. He gulped and said, ”Well, I'm very passionate about this room, in particular, the table and chairs. I want to buy them.”

Li Du said, ”I respect your feelings, but if you want to buy some tables and chairs as keepsakes, many other rooms here have some nice furniture as well…”

”I'll buy them all. I will buy all these tables and chairs and take them home in memory of the museum,” snapped Dr. Saatchi.

With a pitiful look he went on, ”You'll grant the request of an old man, won't you? I've worked here all my life. God, I've become one with this place…”

Speaking of that, his expression suddenly changed, he slowly closed his mouth, and then carefully stared at Li Du's face.

Li Du shifted uncomfortably under his stare and said, ”What's the matter, doc?”

Dr. Saatchi said, ”Last night… last night I saw you in the street! It's you, isn't it?”

He looked at Godzilla and the others, who were more recognizable in shape and appearance.

Li Du said without any secrecy, ”Yes, I was walking around last night. We did meet. What is the matter?”

The old man's face became livid. He stopped talking and stared at Li Du with fury.

Li Du shrugged his shoulders, ignored him, and directed the group to pack up the contents.

The exhibition rooms were in a mess, with shattered ceilings, concrete blocks, torn-up wood floors and various fragments everywhere.

Godzilla cleared a table and pulled it out with one mighty heave.

The table was made of solid wood. It had been very sturdy, but it fell from the second floor and suffered damage from concrete blocks and chairs.

With brute force, Godzilla pulled the table apart, wrenching the top off.

It was a solid table, supported not by four legs, but by two thick, broad planks of solid wood.

When the tabletop was pulled down, a hole was exposed in it.

Godzilla took one look inside and said, ”Hey, boss, there's something in there.”