The Ricks had met their Waterloo in this storage auction.
It was not a big deal to spend ten thousand dollars to buy a rubbish storage unit, but this storage unit was full of heavy and cheap books and newspapers. That was terrible.
Li Du and the others had gotten picnic gear and bicycles, so even though he had concealed the existence of the Patek Philippe watch, it still seemed to be a good deal.
After cleaning up the three storage units and getting ready to leave, someone came over to thank them. "Hey guys, it's such a hot day, why don't you have some cold beer? Thank you, Li. Thank you for sharing the information. "
Hans took the plastic bucket. There were a few bottles of Budweiser and some ice cubes.
Li Du said, "You're welcome, buddy. You know, I have some beef with Dog Ears. In fact, I don't want him to get the storage unit."
This person had won the electronics storage unit. Although most of the electronics were broken, the parts were in good condition. They could be dismantled and sold for parts.
"I understand. Dog Ears is too much. He's a petty guy. He thinks that you guys have challenged his reputation in Flagstaff. Be careful when you go back," the big man said.
Hans said, "We understand. Thank you for your concern, Ferris. I hope you can make a lot of money this time."
The big black man laughed, "I think so. Now it seems that my storage unit has a lot of good stuff."
He was about to leave when he turned around and added, "Oh yeah, you guys have to be careful of this guy, Freddy. He's been trying to find out about you guys recently."
"Freddy? Who's that? "Li Du asked blankly.
Hans said, "Last time when we tricked Lucas into buying the statue storage unit, there was an annoying guy. Did you forget? He was a black guy who wanted to use us as a stepping stone, so he kept provoking us. "
Li Du suddenly remembered this black guy. He didn't know why he kept going against them.
With the two trucks full of garbage, they drove back to Flagstaff.
Li Du wanted to go to the landfill to get rid of the garbage, but Hans shook his head. "There's too much garbage. It'll cost a lot of money to get rid of it. Watch me, Big Fox has a good idea."
His idea was to take advantage of the night and dump the garbage around the garbage bins in each community.
Li Du felt that it was immoral, but since the landfill was closed and the trucks were in a hurry to go back, he could only let Hans do it.
For half a night, trash was piled up in front of many of Flagstaff's community entrances.
When they parted ways, Li Du shook his head and said, "You can keep doing these immoral things. Sooner or later, you will get your retribution."
Hans chuckled. "I've been doing this for years, and God hasn't punished me. In fact, the police don't care about this kind of thing. The garbage is taken care of by the cleaning company. The cleaning company won't know who did this. "
The next day, Li Du received a call from him. "What are you doing? Are you free? Someone found out what we were doing last night. "
"What is it?" At first, Mr. Li did not react. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered. "D * mn it. You're talking about littering, right?"
Hans said helplessly, "What else could it be?"
Li Du said, "We made a mistake first. If we need to pay the fine, we should pay the fine. If we need to apologize, we should apologize …"
"Neither. The cleaners want to negotiate with us. The situation is not good."
This matter could not be explained clearly over the phone, so Li Du called a cab and went to visit.
When they met, he asked, "What did you say? The cleaners want to negotiate? What do you mean? "
Hans said, "Maybe you don't know, but the cleaners in Flagstaff are all black. They are considered a gang. These guys want to negotiate with us."
Li Du was puzzled. "What's there to negotiate?"
Hans said, "I think they want to warn us and extort a sum of money from us."
They had made a mistake this time, so if they wanted to be fined, Li Du would accept it. But if they wanted to extort them? Sorry, but he would not let them extort him.
After calling Godzilla, he said, "Where's the meeting? Let's go together! "
When Godzilla heard that they were going to negotiate with the local gang, he wrapped a belt around his waist, ready for battle.
Seeing this, Li Du said, "Where are your two 1911 pistols? Bring them. "
Hans laughed. "Buddy, this is Flagstaff, not Detroit. We're not a gang fighting for territory. There's no need to do this."
Godzilla nodded. "If you bring a gun out and get reported, the consequences will be worse than littering."
The other party had chosen a bar called 'Dust and Gray Wolf.' The bar was located in the suburbs of Flagstaff. Because it was daytime, there were not many people inside.
When Li Du and the others arrived, a group of black men who were drinking stood up. Most of them were wearing blue overalls and were clearly the local cleaners.
After seeing these people, Li Du understood why Hans said there was no need to bring a gun. They were mainly old black men, at least 50 years old. Most of them looked simple and honest.
"Hans Fox? Hello, I'm Sandy, "said an old man who looked like Morgan Freeman.
Hans nodded. "That's me, buddy. Good afternoon. It's hot outside. This d * mn sun, is it trying to dry us out?"
One of the black cleaners said unhappily, "It's good that you know. Because you're littering, we've been doing this all morning. Do you know how hard it is?!"
Sandy said in a low voice, "Sal, don't worry. We'll talk about this slowly."
Both parties sat down. Sandy said, "Ralph, three more glasses of beer."
The bartender gave them three large glasses of cold beer. They were all cheap Shengshi beer. This was a Thai beer brand, which was mainly used in the low-end beer market in America.
Li Du took a sip and said, "Hans said you guys want to negotiate. I want to hear your opinions."
Godzilla finished all the beers in one go. The muscles on his arms were as hard as a rock.
The group of old black men's eyelids twitched. Sal said in a low voice, "D * mn, why isn't Big Quinn here yet?"
Sandy drank his beer slowly and said, "Buddy, you have to have good taste when drinking. You're too impatient. You're wasting this good beer."
Hans laughed. "I don't mean to question your taste, but is this considered good beer?"
He turned to the bartender and waved. "Change it to Stone IPA."
America had a unique beer culture. It was enough to write a book about it. Among them, Stone IPA was considered a good beer.
Stone was a brand that was born in San Diego, Southern California. One had to know that San Diego was the holy land of fine beer in America. Among the many breweries here, Stone Brewery was the most outstanding one and had the most fans.
In addition, Stone's beer was not only sold in most of the states in America, but also in Canada, Europe, Japan, and Singapore.
Of course, high sales did not mean that the quality of the beer was good. In the beer industry, many people thought that sales were the killer of quality. It was rare to see high-quality beer produced in large quantities.
However, Stone was an exception. Other than Stone, there were no other breweries in America that could sell beer all over the world and still maintain top quality.
The bartender looked at him and said, "Twelve dollars per bottle."
"Twenty bottles first," Hans said with a smile.
The old cleaners pouted, but there was no lack of envy in their eyes.
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