Chapter 24 24. A Set of Old Postage Stamps
It is indeed a troublemaker out of poor mountains and rivers.
The word 'Ching-Chong' is discriminatory against Chinese people. Americans can't understand Chinese, especially a century or two ago, many Chinese immigrants came from Fuzhou and Guangxi.
These people speak Cantonese. To Americans, the sounds they hear will be ching, chong, ling, and long, so they use this to refer to Chinese people and even all people of yellow race.
After extension, this term has a strong meaning of insult and discrimination. According to American law, people of yellow race can be charged with the crime of "racial discrimination" if they are insulted in public like this.
Li Du clenched his fists, Hans rushed forward, pointed at the big man and shouted sharply: "Nigger, shut up your dirty mouth! Did you eat dog shit this morning? Why is it so stinky? You usually kiss your child with such a stinky mouth?"
Hans's robbing of whites was ruthless enough. The big black man was furious, stretched out his hand and pushed him, and said, "White man, are you looking for death? Do you know whose territory this is?"
Hans lifted his clothes to reveal the saber underneath, and said contemptuously, "My knife says this is its territory!"
Half of the people around gathered around, and one of them, a white man wearing sunglasses, said, "Are you two bastards trying to cause trouble? Throw them out!"
Unlike the people in Flagstaff City and Phoenix City, the people here are much more aggressive. They do it when they say it, and someone wants to do it when the big white man finishes talking.
"Time slows down." Li Du quickly recited this sentence in his mind, and the speed of these people's actions suddenly became like a snail.
With a free hand, he quickly took off the white man's sunglasses, the black man's cigarette, and a man's bracelet.
When the time returned to normal, Li Du suppressed the exhaustion that was protruding from his body, threw these things on the ground one by one with a gloomy face, and then said coldly: "I'll pick out your eyeballs, pull out your tongues, and kick you out." Breaking your balls is easier than taking them!"
This shot was shocking enough, the group was stunned, and someone said in horror: "My God, is he the Flash or Quicksilver?!"
The white man swallowed his saliva and said, "Damn yellow bitch..."
"Red-neck, take care of your stinky mouth, don't let it cause trouble, OK?" Li Du interrupted him viciously.
Red-neck literally means red neck, which can actually be translated as big old and rough, but it is not so elegant. It is a common word used to despise white people.
Because of their skin color and physique, Caucasians who used to do heavy work needed to be exposed to the wind and the sun, and their blood often surged up, which often caused the skin around the neck to become red, so the word was born.
The funny thing is that this term was created by white people's internal strife, and it is usually a special term used by noble whites and rich people who despise the bottom white coolies.
Someone immediately reacted and said to Hans: "Your buddy scolded you too."
Hans raised his head proudly and said, "I already earn 20,000 yuan this month, understand? I don't do menial work, I'm the boss, and you are the Red-necks!"
The constant scolding made both sides angry, but Li Du had frightened these people with his previous actions, so no one dared to do anything just by scolding each other.
Later, other outsiders came, and these people changed their targets to find trouble for these people.
From 8:30 to 9:30 when the auction started, two fights occurred within an hour, and at least ten people were evicted by security.
Li Du and Hans squatted in the corner with hot coffee in their arms to watch the fun. Anyway, the fewer competitors, the better for them.
But thinking that there is nothing valuable in these warehouses, Mr. Li is a little depressed again.
At 9:30, the auction started, and the auctioneer finally spoke at a normal speed: "Very well, everyone, everyone, line up and get ready to enter the warehouse. There are nine warehouses to be auctioned today. Prepare the money in hand and go dig your warehouses. treasures!"
There are no good things in a small place, and the warehouse is not worth much. The first warehouse started from $50, and there were two people who competed symbolically, and finally sold it for $80.
The transaction price of the second warehouse is also very low. Li Du did not ask Hans to quote. There are only two old-fashioned TVs in this warehouse, which are not bad, but this kind of big-bellied TV has been eliminated long ago, and it is worthless.
The transaction price of the third warehouse is 100 yuan, and the fourth warehouse is No. 56.
There are some good things in this warehouse, Li Du raised his eyebrows at Hans, and said: "If you take this one, you can make money within five hundred yuan."
He couldn't show that he was too interested, so he walked to the next warehouse No. 58 and pretended to be casual.
Having nothing to do, he put the bug into the warehouse to see if there would be any gains from cramming.
He had seen this warehouse before, and there were only two bookshelves against the wall. He needed to go through all the warehouses as soon as possible to find valuable things, so he didn't take a closer look at this warehouse.
There were some books, newspapers and magazines on the bookshelf, which were very common and could not be sold for a high price, so he shook his head and prepared to withdraw Xiao Chong.
But just as the bug was about to jump off through the bookshelf, something flashed past in the gap between the wooden boards of the bookshelf.
To be cautious, he asked Xiao Chong to crawl back and take a closer look.
The bookshelves are made of old-fashioned wooden boards. There are gaps between the boards, and in one of the gaps are some small notes, indeed, some postage stamps.
But he can't say how much these stamps are worth, because they are all American stamps, on which are some sports stars such as basketball god Michael Jordan, boxing champion Ali and long-distance runner Lewis.
He was looking at these stamps, but his phone vibrated. He saw that it was Hans calling, and then went back to listen to the quotation from the warehouse calmly.
In the end, it didn't matter if you didn't listen to it, but when you heard it, you were shocked, and the price even climbed to 800 yuan.
The local treasure hunters have been following Hans' quotations all the time, showing a posture of never backing down. Several people bid one after another, and some even said: "Outlanders, don't even think about taking a piece of goods from our Havasu!"
When the price reached 1,000 yuan, Li Du shook his head. At this price, it is worthless. The two self-balancing scooters were damaged, and the computer was also an old-fashioned notebook.
Seeing his hint, Hans immediately stopped quoting, so the white man with sunglasses who had almost fought with them before won the warehouse at a price of 1100 yuan.
When they arrived at Warehouse No. 58, everyone shook their heads and left after taking a look. This warehouse is too clean, and the only thing of value is the two bookshelves and some books on them.
The treasure hunters are all shrewd and sharp-sighted. They just looked at the book with a flashlight and knew that it was not a valuable book.
The United States does not have many years of history, so there are not many antique books, cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, and ordinary books, newspapers and periodicals are worthless.
The auctioneer also knew this, so he raised his hand and said, "Warehouse No. 58 will start auctioning. The starting price is—how about 50 yuan?"
Li Du frowned. There were only a few stamps whose value could not be explained. It was hard to say whether it was worth fifty yuan.
He was hesitating, and the others simply gave up their offers.
Seeing this, the auctioneer said, "Is there no one for 50 yuan? What about 10 yuan?"
Most people still shook their heads, and the auctioneer raised a finger and said: "Then the last bid, one dollar! The one-dollar warehouse has appeared!"