Fortunately, he was in luck this time. The motorcycle was complete, with the engine and all the other parts. It looked like it had been well maintained, and the tires were brand new.
Li Du took out a small notebook and wrote down the information on the motorcycle. He put it away and continued to observe.
There were too many storage units, and the information was too messy. It was easy to get mixed up by just relying on his brain. Therefore, he usually carried a small notebook with him to jot down useful information.
This time, he had brought many Flagstaff treasure hunters with him. Everyone wanted to get something, so he had to record the information on the storage units so that he could give them some pointers.
Seven storage units were up for auction. The most valuable one should be the Beast motorcycle storage unit. The others were not worth much and would not make much money.
This was common. There were many storage units in the United States, and many of them were auctioned off. However, there were not many valuable ones.
Most people would check the storage units carefully before giving them up. They would take away the valuable items and leave behind only the trash.
Next, he started his search from unit 101. He tried his best to check from start to finish, but there were no more items worth his attention.
Out of the nearly 400 storage units, 34 were up for auction. However, these were all trash storage units. Even if they were not all trash, they were at most household storage units with nothing valuable.
Li Du spent the whole morning looking around. When he was ready to leave, it was already noon. He was exhausted, but there was not much to gain.
This made him depressed, but he could accept it. This was the industry of storage auctions. Whether or not you could find something valuable, you had to rely on God's blessing.
Obviously, luck was not on their side. Although there were many storage units up for auction, there were very few valuable items, except for the motorcycle.
Li Du was about to leave. When he reached the door, two groups of people suddenly appeared from behind the storage units on both sides, blocking his way.
He took a quick glance and saw that there were about 14 or 15 people, ranging from young to middle-aged and old. All of them were staring at him with disdain and disdain, their expressions unfriendly.
After the two sides met, a skinny white man smiled darkly. "Hey, Chinese, what are you doing in our storage company?"
Li Du was sure that he had never seen these people before. He did not know what they were up to, so he said cautiously, "Oh, nothing. I'm just here to visit the storage company."
The white man laughed coldly. "Visit the storage company? What's there to see in a bunch of storage units? Tell me the truth, what's your motive? "
Li Du spread his hands helplessly and said, "What purpose do I have? I don't have any ulterior motives. I'm just very interested in this warehouse, so I came in to take a look. "
The white man crossed his arms and gave a look to his left and right. "It seems like this guy wants to be a tough guy? Looks like we'll have to teach him a lesson before he'll tell us the truth. "
A few of the youths were ready to make a move. Li Du narrowed his eyes and turned to face them, ready to fight.
At that moment, a middle-aged white man walked out. He stopped the skinny white man and said, "Brother, don't be so rude. Let's talk this out."
Then, he looked at Li Du and said, "Buddy, what are you doing here? Tell us the truth. You're a treasure hunter, and you're here to check out the situation of the storage unit, right? Can you tell us what you see? "
Hearing this, Li Du carefully looked at the crowd, and an idea came to his mind. He said, "Then who are you people? What right do you have to interrogate me? "
The skinny white man's face darkened again. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're really bold, Chinese. You sneaked into our warehouse and still dare to talk back. I swear you're doomed today. I'm going to send you to the police station!"
The others followed suit and shouted:
"D * mned b * stard, send him to jail. He's here to steal!"
"He sneaked into our storage company. We can catch him, we must catch him!"
"Surround him. Who's going to call the police? Let this son of a b * tch stay in jail! "
Li Du did not want to cause trouble, but now it seemed that trouble had come to him. However, he had no idea what was going on. Why were these people targeting him?
Roughly speaking, these people seemed to be the security guards or staff of the storage company. They had discovered that he had entered the storage unit without permission and had interrogated him.
However, he felt that this was not the case. These people's accents were a little strange, and they did not sound like locals.
Just as China had its own dialect, different parts of the United States also had their own unique accents. It was just that the differences were not as clear as China's.
Li Du had only been in the United States for a year, so he was not very accurate with accents. At most, he could tell the difference between northern and southern accents, and he could also tell that there were a few distinctive accents.
Coincidentally, these people's accents belonged to one of those distinctive accents: the California accent.
Americans used to summarize the accents of various states and regions. There were a few states that were the most distinctive and easily distinguishable, such as New York, Texas, Maine, Mississippi, and California.
Californians liked to lengthen the tone of their words, which was reflected in English when they unconsciously lengthened the pronunciation of some words.
Just now, someone had called him "buddy," which was the English word for "dude," and he pronounced it "duuudde." There was also someone who called him "son of a b * tch," which was "son of a b * tch," but they pronounced it "sooon-of-a-biiiichhhh."
This was all a Californian accent. People in Arizona did not pronounce it like this, especially in Page, which was close to Utah and Colorado. They did not pronounce it like this.
Therefore, he felt that these people were not warehouse staff, but treasure hunters from other places who were looking for trouble with him.
Besides the accents, his observation of the group of people also supported this speculation. These people had many characteristics of treasure hunters.
When he released the little bug into their pockets and saw their driver's licenses, he was even more certain of his speculation. Their driver's licenses had addresses, which all started with "SC," which was California.
After confirming the information of these people, Li Du calmed down.
He took out his phone and said with a half-smile, "You want me to go to jail, huh? Okay, then I'll call the police and let them arrest me. "
The group of people who had been shouting suddenly quietened down. The skinny white man was stunned and said, "Chinaman, you're really bold. You're not afraid of going to jail?"
Li Du shrugged and said, "I'm not bold. I have a great lawyer. I believe that as long as I pay him, he will definitely not let me go to jail. Otherwise, what else can he earn?"
The skinny white man gritted his teeth and said, "Well, then prepare to go to jail."
Li Du made a gesture of pressing the phone button and said, "Okay, I'm going to call the police."
Seeing this, someone panicked and quickly shouted, "Don't, don't call the police!"
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