Although Li Du had his back to the young man, Brother Wolf, who was beside him, did not.
As soon as the young man waved his fist, Brother Wolf immediately rushed up and grabbed his arm. Brother Wolf effortlessly put his hands behind his back.
He grabbed the young man and dragged him to the side like a chick. Then he let go and pushed him towards Princeps.
Obviously, he had also seen through Princeps's trick. Hence, he did not use ruthless methods like he did against Princeps. Otherwise, if the young man had taken the initiative to attack Li Du, he would have at least dislocated the young man's arm.
Seeing that Brother Wolf did not hurt the young man, Princeps had a strange expression on his face. He seemed relieved, but he also seemed regretful.
The young man was not stupid. He knew that he would not be able to gain any advantage if he continued to make a scene. He pointed at Li Du fiercely and said, "Very well, Chinese man and Hans Fox, I swear that I, Conrad Anthony, will not let you off!"
Li Du shrugged and said, "The last person who said that has been mixed with cement and thrown into the South Pacific Ocean."
Just as the two sides were about to bicker, a young Caucasian woman hurried over and asked, "Are you Mr. Li, Mr. Fox, and Mr. Anthony?"
Li Du nodded to the young woman and said, "Miss Julie Antoine?"
On the way there, Hans called the contact person on the invitation. The person's voice was the same as the young woman's. Her name was Julie Antoine, a resource officer at the Arizona Department of Human Services.
The Department of Human Services was the full-time logistics department of the American state government. The staff of this department had a good sense of service. Julie Antoine was already waiting for them at the entrance of the parking lot.
However, she did not expect that the two sides would appear together and that a conflict would break out so quickly after they appeared.
After confirming the identities of the three people, Julie changed the topic. She first said that the reporters were waiting for them, then gave each of them a bottle of mineral water and an ID hanging on their chests.
Hearing that there were many reporters around, the young Anthony calmed down a little. He pointed fiercely at Li Du, then at Hans, and said, "This is not over!"
He turned around and walked away. Princeps followed behind him and tried to calm him down. "Conrad, don't be angry. I swear I will teach these sons of b * tches a lesson. I will make them regret provoking you."
Li Du said coldly, "Princeps, you should change your name to The First Family's Dog."
Hans laughed. "Don't insult dogs."
Princeps turned around and stuck out his middle finger at the two of them, looking as if his plot had succeeded.
After the two of them walked away, Li Du frowned and said, "Conrad Anthony, do you know him?"
Hans sighed and said, "I don't know about Conrad, but I know his last name. Anthony, George Anthony. This guy is the real treasure hunting tycoon, the treasure hunting tycoon of the entire state of Arizona."
Hearing this, Li Du remembered and said, "George Anthony, the only member of the Ten Million Dollar Club in the whole of Arizona. That guy?"
George Anthony was a legend in the storage auction industry in Arizona. He started his business with $50 and started auctioning storage units. In the end, his net worth was in the tens of millions and he was a member of the Ten Million Club.
He made a name for himself in Arizona, but later left for the more prosperous state of New York.
Hence, Li Du did not hear much about him. Only when he was chatting casually with other treasure hunters would someone mention him.
George Anthony was very good. His nickname was Golden Eyes, because he was very observant. When he came across a valuable storage unit, he could always find its value.
However, the treasure hunters in Arizona were not very fond of him. Later, George moved to New York and claimed to be a New Yorker. This hurt the treasure hunters in Arizona, who felt that their hometown was being abandoned.
The economic environment in Arizona was certainly not comparable to that of New York, the world's financial center, trade center, and economic center. If they wanted to make big money, they had to go there. They could not stay in this desert.
"Yes, it's him," Hans said helplessly. "We can't be so unlucky. He's the son of George? That's really bad luck. "
Julie, who had been silent all this while, answered his question, "Conrad Anthony. His father is George Anthony. I think you're in trouble now."
"What trouble?" Li Du asked casually.
Julie said, "You guys offended George Anthony's son."
Li Du shrugged and said, "What do you mean we offended Anthony's son? He offended us first. Well, this matter is over. Let's get ready for the press conference. "
Julie pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Li, you are a brave man."
Of course Li Du was brave. George Anthony was not George Washington. He had nothing to do with the current president or the speaker of the House of Representatives. He was just a treasure hunter with some money.
They were both treasure hunters, and Li Du was richer than him. Besides, it was George Anthony's son who offended him first, so why should he be afraid?
The state government's office hall had been set up as the venue for the press conference. There was a podium in front, and some cameramen were aiming their cameras at it. Below, there were a large number of reporters holding microphones.
After entering the office hall, Li Du met another acquaintance. It was the famous California treasure hunter, Magic Hand Johnson.
After the two sides met, Johnson showed his neat white teeth and gave a bright smile. He shook hands with Li Du and Hans and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you again, guys."
After a few words of greeting, Johnson went straight to the point and asked, "Hey, Li, what's your goal this time? Bring me along to make some money. "
Li Du shook his head. "You're the one bringing me to make money. You should have made a lot from the villa auction in Los Angeles last time."
"But certainly not as much as you. I know you got an abalone harvesting license worth four or five million dollars and made a lot of money from harvesting abalone," Johnson said.
As the two were chatting, a man in a well-ironed suit, shiny leather shoes, a tie, and a meticulous hairstyle came up to them.
Li Du thought it was a government worker, but Johnson and Hans straightened their backs when they saw him. Hans whispered, "The son of God, Chris Bell, this is a tough guy, a tough guy from the Ten Million Club!"
After listening to the introduction, Li Du also unconsciously stood up straight.
Although he was now worth hundreds of millions and had the opportunity to make billions after buying Seagull Island, he still had a very respectful attitude toward the top players in the industry.
This was respect for the strong. He was in this industry, so he knew the difficulty of making money in this industry. To be able to become a member of the Ten Million Club, he was definitely a king among men.
Chris Bell walked toward them. Johnson waved to him and said, "Hey, Boss Chris, what good stuff is in the warehouse this time that attracted you?"
"I'm here to see two young talents," Chris Bell said with a smile. "Outstanding talent is always the most precious treasure."
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