They were indeed unruly people from barren lands.
The word "ching-chong" was a form of discrimination against Chinese people. Americans did not understand Chinese, especially a century or two ago, when many Chinese immigrants came from Fujian and Guangzhou.
These people spoke Cantonese. To Americans, they would hear sounds like "ching, chong, ling, and long." Hence, they used it to refer to Chinese people and even all Asians.
After some extension, this form of address later became very insulting and discriminatory. According to American law, Asians could be sued for "racial discrimination" if they were insulted in public.
Li Du clenched his fists. Hans rushed forward, pointed at the man and shouted, "Black man, shut your filthy dog mouth! Did you eat dog sh * t this morning? Why is it so smelly? Do you usually kiss your children with such a smelly mouth? "
Hans's reprimand was very harsh. The black man was furious and pushed him. "White man, do you want to die? Do you know whose territory this is? "
Hans lifted his shirt to reveal the saber underneath and said contemptuously, "My saber says this is its territory!"
Half of the people gathered around. One of them, a white man wearing sunglasses, said, "Are you two sons of b * tches trying to cause trouble? Throw them out! "
Unlike the people in Flagstaff and Phoenix, the people here were much fiercer. They attacked without hesitation. As soon as the white man finished speaking, someone started to attack.
"Time Deceleration." Li Du quickly recited this sentence in his mind. The speed of these people suddenly slowed down to a snail's crawl.
He reached out freely and quickly took off the white man's sunglasses, the black man's cigarette, and a man's bracelet.
Time returned to normal. Li Du suppressed his exhaustion and threw these things on the ground with a gloomy face. Then he said coldly, "I'll dig out your eyeballs, pull out your tongues, and break your balls. It's easier than taking these things away!"
This move was shocking. The group was stunned. Someone said in horror, "Oh my God, is he the Flash or Quicksilver?!"
The white man swallowed his saliva and said, "D * mn yellow b * tch …"
"Red Neck, watch your smelly mouth. Don't let it get into trouble, okay?" Li Du interrupted him fiercely.
Red-neck literally meant red neck. In fact, it could be translated as uncouth, but it was not so elegant. It was used to despise white people.
Because of their skin color and physique, Caucasians who did heavy work in the past had to be exposed to the wind and the sun. Their blood would often surge, causing the skin around their necks to turn red. That was how the term came about.
The funny thing was that this term was created by the white people's internal strife. Generally, it was a term used by the white nobles and the rich to despise the white labourers at the bottom.
Someone immediately reacted and said to Hans, "Your buddy scolded you too."
Hans proudly raised his head and said, "My monthly income is already 20,000, understand? I'm not doing manual labor. I'm the boss. You guys are the Red-necks! "
The constant scolding caused both sides to be angered. However, Li Du's earlier attack had deterred these people, so they only scolded each other and no one dared to make a move.
Later on, other outsiders arrived. These people changed their target and went to find trouble with these people.
From 8: 30 to 9: 30, there were two fights within an hour. At least ten people were chased out by security.
Li Du and Hans crouched in a corner with hot coffee in their arms, watching the commotion. Anyway, the fewer the competitors, the better.
However, thinking that there was nothing valuable in these storage units, Mr. Li was a little depressed.
At 9: 30, the auction began. This time, the auctioneer spoke at a normal speed. "Very good, everyone, line up and get ready to enter the storage units. There are a total of nine storage units to be auctioned today. Prepare your money and go dig for your treasures!"
There were no good things in small places, and the storage units were not worth much. The starting bid for the first storage unit was 50 dollars. Two people fought for it symbolically, and in the end, it was sold at 80 dollars.
The second storage unit was also sold at a low price. Li Du did not let Hans bid. There were only two old-fashioned TVs in this storage unit, which were not bad. However, these big-bellied TVs had long been eliminated and had no value.
The third storage unit was sold at 100 dollars. The fourth storage unit was unit 56.
There were some good things in this storage unit. Li Du raised his eyebrows at Hans and said, "Take this one. Anything within 500 dollars will be worth a profit."
He could not show that he was too interested, so he walked to the next storage unit, unit 58, and pretended to take a stroll.
Since he had nothing better to do, he put the bug into the storage unit to see if he could gain anything by making a last-minute effort.
He had seen this storage unit before. It was empty except for two bookshelves on the wall. Back then, he had needed to look through all the storage units as quickly as possible to find something valuable, so he had not looked at this storage unit in detail.
There were some books, newspapers, and magazines on the bookshelves. They were very ordinary items and could not be sold for a high price. Li Du shook his head and prepared to put the bug away.
However, just as the bug was about to jump down from the bookshelf, something flashed through the gap between the wooden boards of the bookshelf.
To be cautious, he let the bug crawl back to take a closer look.
The bookshelf was the type that was made of old wooden boards. There were gaps between the boards, and in one of the gaps were some small tickets — stamps.
However, he could not tell how much these stamps were worth, because they were all American stamps. There were some sports stars on them, such as basketball god Michael Jordan, boxing champion Muhammad Ali, and long-distance runner Lewis.
As he was looking at the stamps, his phone vibrated. He looked at it and saw that it was Hans, so he quietly went back to listen to the price of the storage unit.
However, when he did, he was shocked. The price had actually risen to 800 dollars!
The local treasure hunters kept bidding against Hans, and showed no signs of backing down. A few of them called out one after another, and someone even said, "Foreigner, don't even think about taking a single item from our Havasu!"
When the price reached 1,000 dollars, Li Du shook his head. At this price, there was no value to it anymore. The two hoverbikes were damaged, and the computers were old laptops.
Seeing his hint, Hans immediately stopped bidding. Thus, the man in sunglasses, who had almost fought with them earlier, got the storage unit for 1,100 dollars.
When they reached unit 58, everyone shook their heads and left. The storage unit was too clean, and the only valuable items were the two bookshelves and the books on them.
The treasure hunters were all smart and had sharp eyes. They shone their flashlights on the books and knew that they were not valuable.
America did not have many years of history, so there were not many antique books, cultural relics, and paintings. Ordinary books and newspapers were not valuable.
The auctioneer also knew this, so he raised his hand and said, "The auction for unit 58 starts now. The starting price is — 50 dollars. How about that?"
Li Du frowned. There were only a few stamps that he could not identify. It was hard to say if they were worth 50 dollars.
He was hesitating, and the others gave up on bidding.
Seeing this, the auctioneer said, "50 dollars, anyone? How about 10 dollars? "
Most people still shook their heads. The auctioneer raised one finger and said, "Then, the last bid, one dollar! One dollar storage unit has appeared! "
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