Coming out of the bank, Li Du handed a stack of green dollar bills to Big Quinn.
Seeing the brand new bills, Big Quinn was shocked. "What's this for?"
"I guess you guys won't be getting paid in the near future. What about your house loan? I'll lend you this money to relieve some of your stress. "Li Du smiled.
Hearing this, Big Quinn was not happy. Instead, he became wary. "What do you mean? Buddy, are you a loan shark? "
Li Du shrugged. "Do I look like one?"
Big Quinn shook his head hesitantly. "You have a bookish air about you, like a college student."
Li Du put the money on the dashboard and said, "You can think of me as the Virgin Mary, or as a nice guy. Anyway, I want to help you."
Big Quinn laughed. "You're not a nice guy. You're a really nice guy. I can see it in your eyes and smile."
Li Du said, "Of course. Also, how much is your salary now?"
"800 dollars a week, with a bonus at the end of the month. I can get 3,400 to 500 dollars a month," Big Quinn said.
In Flagstaff, a salary of 3,400 dollars was considered a good income. Li Du asked, "So, if I can double your monthly salary, would you be interested in working for me?"
Although they had not had much contact, Li Du was satisfied with Big Quinn's physique, character, and temper. This was one of the reasons he had taken the initiative to borrow money. He wanted to make this big man his subordinate.
Godzilla was very capable, but Li Du still wanted to expand his business. One mover was not enough.
Also, he found that many people were hostile to him. Godzilla's appearance was too good to be intimidating. Big Quinn was much better in this aspect. His unapproachable temperament and ferocious smile could save him a lot of trouble.
Big Quinn narrowed his eyes and thought. His two thick, short eyebrows furrowed, making him look fierce.
Finally, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Li. What I need is a stable income because I have to pay my mortgage and car loan."
In other words, he felt that the income from the storage auction job was not stable.
Li Du did not force him. He nodded. "Okay, that's a pity."
Big Quinn pushed the money towards him, but he rejected it. "These are two things. I'm still willing to lend you the money."
The black man hesitated for a moment, then slowly put away the money and said, "Thank you, buddy. I won't stand on ceremony then. Actually, I'm in need of money right now."
Li Du knew that. He was definitely short of money. He needed the money to pay the mortgage.
Two years ago, the subprime mortgage crisis broke out in the United States, and the pressure on the low-income class to pay off their mortgage became great. Once they had no money to pay off the loan, the bank would take back the house and auction it off.
For a family, losing their house is terrible.
After sending Li Du back to Pine Tree Tops, Big Quinn took out a small notebook and wrote an IOU on it. He handed it to Li and said, "Buddy, I'll pay you back as soon as possible!"
Li Du said, "No hurry, I'm going home first. Do you want to come over?"
Big Quinn looked enviously at the community wall and said, "Maybe in the future. Honestly, I have something to do. But I want to ask, is it comfortable staying here?"
"In what way?" Li Du was stunned.
Big Quinn said, "The security, the environment, the quality of the neighbors, and the lifestyle — I bet it would be nice to live here."
Li Du smiled and said, "It's not bad. You can buy a house in the future."
Big Quinn smiled as well. His smile was still ferocious. "Then we'll have to rely on God's blessing."
He drove off, and Li Du kept looking at the back of the car.
He had taken the initiative to lend 5,000 dollars not only to attract Big Quinn to his side, but also as a test to see if Big Quinn was qualified to join his team.
Although Big Quinn had rejected him, Li Du was confident that he could complete the recruitment of Big Quinn.
Li Du did not have much to do. The handling of goods had always been Hans's job.
The pots, pans, grills, grills, ovens, and other tools from the first storage unit were sold to Kevin's Grocery.
These things were not worth much, but because there was a lot of them, Hans sold them for a high price of 6,000 dollars.
The storage unit was originally bought for 3,000 dollars. After deducting the labor, gas, food, and lodging costs, as well as the cost of hiring two trucks, the storage unit did not make any money.
The one that made money was the bicycle storage unit.
There was a bicycle shop in Flagstaff. In late June, Hans brought a bunch of bicycles that had been simply disposed of to a bicycle shop.
Like the grocery, this bicycle shop also sold old bicycles.
The owner was a capable young black man. When he saw Hans, the two of them hugged and laughed. "Big Fox, I've heard about your deeds. You've made a lot of money, haven't you?"
Hans said proudly, "Then you should know why I'm here."
The owner nodded. "I could guess that you're here to make a fortune with me."
Godzilla opened the compartment. The owner poked his head in and was immediately disappointed. He shook his head. "Sh * t, seems like I guessed wrong. You bastard, you want me to help you dispose of the garbage!"
Hans climbed into the car and carefully moved the four bicycles down. These bicycles were wrapped in plastic foam. After removing the foam, the bicycles looked brand new.
This time, the owner's eyes lit up. "Taylor, a luxury bicycle brand from Germany. It represents the highest level of craftsmanship in the bicycle industry. This is very cool!"
The four bicycles were all world famous brands. Hans had found someone to maintain and refurbish them. They were the highlight of this transaction.
"How about this bike? Is it still garbage? "Hans asked.
The owner shook his head. "No, no, no, of course not. This is a Centennial Taylor! Give it to me, let me see this guy! "
Taylor bicycles were born in 1912. Their products were classic and purely handmade. Based on superb design and excellent performance, they represented unparalleled and unique craftsmanship. They could be called the Maybach of the bicycle industry.
Hans opened the foam wrapper of the second bicycle. The owner shouted again, "Very good, Locke, Locke Peter Pan! I like French things! "
Unlike Taylor, Locke was a new company that had been around for less than 20 years. However, they produced top-of-the-line carbon fiber bicycles and had a unique position in the modern high-end bicycle market.
Hans crossed his arms and asked, "This is not a fake, is it?"
The owner carefully looked at the bicycle, which was still 80% new, and nodded. "It's not a fake. This is the carbon fiber frame of the Locke family. Look, the angle between the upper tube and the rear tube of the frame is 72.5 degrees. Look, the shock absorber has the Locke logo inside... "
After looking at these two bicycles, the owner looked at the remaining two with anticipation.
Hans opened it, and the next one was the Italian Plum Blossom bicycle.
As soon as this bike appeared, the owner almost had an orgasm. "The Legend of the Plum Blossom and Silver Moon! What a hot-tempered little fellow. You actually managed to get it, you actually managed to get it! "
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