After Li Du and Sophie saw that there were no problems, they could buy the house. There was no need to ask for Big Quinn's opinion. Even through the sunglasses, Li Du could feel his passionate gaze.
Of course, this was just his feeling. He still had to ask.
He brought Big Quinn aside and asked in a low voice, "What do you think of this house?"
Big Quinn said, "If I could buy it, it would be the best house I've ever lived in."
Hearing this, Li Du knew what to do.
He exchanged contact information with the owner and said, "I'm interested in this house. Can we discuss the price?"
The owner said, "I'm sorry, sir. I was in a hurry to sell, so I quoted the lowest price. I can't continue to negotiate."
Li Du would be a fool to believe him. Ever since he started the storage auction business, he knew that Americans were better at bargaining than the aunties in the market back in his hometown.
However, there was no need to say this. He said, "My financial assistant will handle the rest. He will contact you soon."
As they left, Big Quinn was a little hesitant. He looked back every three steps, as if he wanted to move in immediately.
Li Du wondered, "What's so good about this house? You like it so much? "
Big Quinn said, "Boss, I've dreamed of having a house like this since I was young. My wife and children can live in it and have their own rooms.
The kitchen is big. My wife can cook and bake. The living room is big. The children can play there. We can also keep a pet. "
He stood downstairs and said a lot. Li Du could not empathize with the African Americans' feelings about home because they had changed too much.
Some African Americans did not have the concept of home. They wandered the world, mingled in the United States, and stayed wherever they went. These people did not even care about their families, much less their homes. Many African Americans secretly left home because they did not want to take responsibility for their children.
This was not Li Du making up stories about African Americans. In fact, they were like that.
For example, in the four major leagues, Major League Baseball, NBA, NFL, and other sports clubs, many of the stars were African Americans. They were raised by single mothers and their fathers were just a symbol to them.
There were also African Americans who were very attached to the concept of home. These African Americans were often hurt by their families when they were young, such as when their parents divorced or when their fathers left the family irresponsibly.
Big Quinn belonged to the latter group. He had grown up in a chaotic environment and suffered from it, so much so that he could not continue his studies.
This was a huge blow to him, because his appearance was very scary. If he had been able to get a proper job after finishing university, his life would have been much simpler.
In the end, he didn't go to university and could only work at the bottom. Because of his appearance, he couldn't find a better job at the bottom, so he ended up working as a cleaner or porter.
After Big Quinn explained everything, he said, "Boss, you don't know this, but I used to be a lumberjack. I stayed in the mountains of Montana for four years because I couldn't find a job that would pay me as much as I could."
Li Du patted his shoulder and said, "I know, buddy. This house belongs to you now. I promise you, once Big Fox gets you a good price, this house will be yours."
After leaving the neighborhood, the four of them drove to the campsite.
Li Du decided to add a pickup truck to the company. Now that there were so many people, just having a Hellcat and an Iron Knight was not enough.
When they reached the campsite, he waved at Hans. "Big Fox, come here. I need to talk to you."
Hans smiled and said, "Just in time, buddy. I also have something to talk to you about. Something big."
Li Du immediately asked, "Something big? Is it about the gun and the equipment? "
Hans shrugged. "Oh, no, the guys from Homeland Security haven't arrived yet. Don't worry about them. I'm talking about the siege tower. Someone made a bid for it. It's an old friend of ours. "
Li Du asked doubtfully, "Old friend? Which old friend of ours would be interested in this thing? "
He thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of anyone. The people they knew liked to collect rare and precious things. It seemed that no one liked to collect such a big thing.
Hans said, "It's easy to guess. It's the Hopi. The Hopi want to buy this siege tower."
Li Du was surprised. "It's them? They got the news so quickly? "
Hans shrugged again and said, "Someone told them. There's no need to guess, it's me."
This siege tower originally belonged to the Native Americans. If it was bought by the Native Americans, it would be a good home. Also, the Native Americans were rich now and could pay a high price.
As expected, Hans asked for a suitable price for the siege tower. Excluding transportation, the wooden tower alone cost 500,000 dollars.
This was a good price. Mr. Martin had estimated that the siege tower could sell for 400,000 dollars.
So he asked Hans how he got the Hopi to accept such a price. Hans said, "I told them that the Navajo were interested in this siege tower, and they accepted my price."
"That simple?"
"Of course it's not simple. I told them many things. For example, the Navajo wanted to buy the siege tower for tourism. They would tell the tourists that this was a weapon their ancestors used to attack the surrounding tribes."
Looking at Hans's smirk, Li Du couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
This guy was too evil. The Navajo were the Hopi's enemies, and there were constant conflicts between them. The Navajo had been doing well in their tourism industry, and there were many tourists in their territory. This was something the Hopi did not want to see.
What they do not want to see is the Navajo to tourists in a variety of ways to discredit them, discredit them.
Therefore, they could not let the Navajo buy the siege tower. Otherwise, the Navajo could attract more tourists and make up more bad history.
Looking at Li Du's thumbs up, Hans said proudly, "Thanks for the compliment. I'm really a marketing genius."
This was not an exaggeration, but Li Du did not let him be so proud. "Oh, sorry, I'm not complimenting you. I'm complimenting myself. I have good taste. It's a wise choice to put you in charge of sales! "
Hans said, "You're still complimenting me. Of course I'm a marketing genius."
Li Du was stunned, then quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. You're a marketing genius. You're also the king of bargaining."
Hearing this, Hans became alert. "Sh * t, what do you want?"
"What do I want?" Li Du pretended not to understand.
Hans said, "You took the initiative to compliment me. You definitely have a favor to ask of me, and it's not a good thing."
Li Du smiled and said, "It's a good thing. Help Big Quinn. He has his eyes on a house and needs you to help him bargain. You're a marketing genius."
Hans rolled his eyes. "D * mn, I knew you'd give me trouble!"
But he was the best person to ask for help. Hans was a bargaining genius. He went to visit the owner in the afternoon and immediately cut down 30,000 dollars. The house was finally valued at 620,000 dollars.
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