After using the little bug, although Li Du was not exhausted, he was quite hungry.
Alcohol could be converted into energy to replenish the energy consumed, so he was not just joking with Sophie.
Of course, he could not really drink medical alcohol. After all, he had not lived long enough.
There was a lot of wine and meat at the party. Americans were too wasteful, even in the slums. They prepared a lot of food, and at least half of it would be thrown away.
During the meal, Li Du was not polite. He took Ah Meow to eat, and Sophie was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Li Du asked. "What do you mean?"
Sophie said weakly, "I wanted to treat you to a meal to thank you for saving me, but now it seems that I should thank you in a different way."
Li Du did not eat their food for free. He eventually donated 1,000 dollars to the community hospital.
In the next few days, Hans sold the Japanese nobles' tissue for 500 dollars per roll. Fifteen rolls were sold for a total of 7,500 dollars.
Li Du was surprised when he went to collect the money. "How did you do it? These papers are not cultural relics, are they? 7,500 dollars can buy a paper machine. Who would be so stupid to buy these papers? "
Hans drank his beer and said proudly, "This is the trick, man. This is the power of Big Fox."
"You are really good." Li Du had to admit that. "But I want to know who is so stupid? Spending thousands of dollars on a pile of toilet paper? "
Hans said, "It is a Japanese businessman in Los Angeles. That guy is in real estate. He has money, but he lacks status …"
"Many Japanese, after immigrating to the United States, say that they are descendants of nobles in order to raise their status. How do they prove it? Some of the nobles' products are the best way. "
"What we have is not toilet paper, but tissue, and not ordinary tissue. It is the tissue used by the nobles of the Japanese army. Some people buy it and collect it. They can claim that it is the paper left behind by their family, and raise their status in this respect … "
After listening to his explanation, Li Du was surprised. "Using toilet paper to prove their status? The Japanese are very strange."
"You've seen a lot of people and things, so you'll know even more weirdos." Hans was very disdainful of his ignorance.
Li Du really did not expect that the paper could be sold for 7,500 dollars, which was the price of a second-hand BMW in the United States.
However, Hans was right. There was no such thing as absolutely valuable or worthless. One had to see if there was a suitable buyer.
As long as there was a suitable buyer, such as a person dying of thirst in the desert, a bottle of mineral water could be sold for 10,000 yuan.
They still had to deal with the machine gun. In early June, they were going to Phoenix to attend an auction, so they brought the gun with them.
There was nothing valuable in this auction. Li Du bought an ordinary household storage unit and used the furniture and electrical appliances inside to earn 2,000 dollars.
After taking care of the furniture and appliances, Hans took him to a gun shop.
The gun shop was called Veteran's World. The shop's design was simple and unadorned, with a flintlock mounted on the door. The handle of the flintlock was the handle of the door.
After opening the door and entering, the inside was like a supermarket, filled with dazzling goods.
However, the goods in the supermarket were household goods, snacks, drinks, and the like, while this shop was full of firearms and matching tools.
From the entrance, there were dozens of shelves in the shop, with all kinds of long and short guns, submachine guns, rifles, carbines, sniper rifles, and so on.
The walls were also full of guns, mainly shotguns and shotguns. As for pistols, they were stored in the counters, from flintlocks to modern pistols.
In addition to guns, there were all kinds of accessories: optical scopes, scopes, holsters, backpacks, rings, belts, jackets, helmets, goggles, earphones, walkie-talkies, and so on.
In one of the counters were tools for cleaning guns. There were detergents, gun oil, and different models of gun brushes.
After walking around the gun shop, Li Du understood why the United States could not pass a ban on guns. There were too many people who liked to play with guns, and the gun industry affected too many people.
Seeing the two of them, a white man with pimples on his face came over and asked, "Good afternoon, what would you like to order?"
Hans said, "Where's your boss, Morris? I'm from the Treasure Hunter Association. I've contacted him on the phone. I want to bring him something that he likes. "
The white man asked for the last four digits of his phone number and left for a while. Soon, he returned with an old man with a big belly.
"Hey, Hans, you're finally here. You said that you have a treasure that I like? What treasure? "The old man shook hands with them and went straight to the point.
Li Du liked doing business with people like this, straightforward and efficient.
Hans made a phone call, and Godzilla walked in with a box.
Morris whistled and said, "That hot-tempered little rascal is in here? Come to think of it, I don't believe it. It weighs 63 kilograms! "
"My buddy is the descendant of Hercules," Li Du said as he patted Godzilla's strong arm.
Morris said, "I believe that."
Behind the gun shop was a wide shooting range. There were more than ten people playing with guns, and the deafening sound of gunshots was continuous.
Morris brought them to a quiet corner. After opening the box, the Type-92 HMG was revealed.
After seeing the gun, Morris found some tools and skillfully dismantled it. Then, he looked at it carefully.
After more than half an hour, he raised his head and said, "It's a good treasure, Big Fox. You've done a good job this time."
"This gun is original, right?"
"Every part, even the screws are the original parts of the Japanese." Morris nodded in satisfaction.
Hearing this, Hans laughed and asked, "How much are you willing to pay for this gun?"
Morris said, "You know my temper. I won't give you a fake price. If it can fire, then I'll give you 55,000 dollars. If it can't be used, you can take it away. I don't take junk!"
Li Du was shocked. Hans estimated it to be 40,000 dollars. He did not expect Morris to give such a high price.
Hans was obviously shocked too. "55,000 dollars? Honestly, that's not a low price. Why? "
Morris flipped over the stand and pointed to the bottom. "Look here, there's its identity."
Below the stand was an aluminum nameplate. On it was a series of small words: First Division …
"First Division?" Li Du only recognized the first few words. He did not recognize the rest. Hans was even worse. He did not recognize a single word.
Morris nodded and said, "Yes, this gun belongs to the First Division. Many fathers, husbands, and children of Americans were killed by this son of a b * tch!"
In the later stages of the Pacific War, the situation of the war took a turn for the worse. The Japanese First Division was ordered to be transferred to Leyte.
On November 1, 1944, the First Division miraculously landed in the Olmeric area on the west coast of Leyte and prepared to attack the Tacloban area from Caligula. However, the Americans who landed on the east coast had already completely occupied the Tacloban area.
On November 5, 1944, the Americans and the First Division encountered each other in Limon Canyon. For the next 50 days, the First Division and the Americans attacked and defended each other.
The First Division was very fierce and fought a bloody battle with the Americans who had the advantage of terrain, numbers, and artillery. In the end, the First Division, which had 15,000 soldiers when they landed, only had 800 soldiers left.
The Type 92 machine gun gained a reputation for killing a large number of American soldiers in this battle.
It was for this reason that the Type 92 machine gun of the First Division was more valuable than others.
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