<h4>Chapter 360: The Value of the Dodo Specimen</h4>


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    As more and more people came to Li Du’s old goods site, another role of the cabin emerged: a ce for the exchange of information.


    It was noon on September 3rd when someone suddenly revealed to Hans, “Dog Ears Rick and Lil’ Rick are back in business again.”


    “Really?” Hans eximed. “Haven’t seen them in a while. I thought both of them had left gstaff and gone elsewhere.”


    “Yup, that’s right. They ran away. I heard they offended those from the Comanche Casino.”


    “But they were caught by the Native Americans. Now the Ricks are working for them as they seem to owe them a lot of money. Working to pay their debts.”


    “What do they work as? Ha! Selling their *ss or courting those fat chicks at the Casino?”


    “Of course it’s storage auctions. They can continue to attend storage auctions but the money they earn goes to the Comanche. The two poor men are now workers.”


    Li Du could not sympathize with them, for the Ricks had dug their own graves—they could only me themselves.


    He could make a killing at the Casino because of the little bug. Otherwise, Marlin and his men would not be in awe of his gambling skills or dread to see him walking in the door. Without the little bug, he would be the one working for the Comanche.


    He interrupted the conversation and asked, “How are the Ricks doing now?”


    “Not bad. With the Comanche as their backer, they’re more arrogant than ever,” replied someone. “Oh yeah, Li, they said they’ll get even with you.”


    Hans took off his sunsses and red at the treasure hunter. “Oh yeah? Let theme. I’d like to have a good look at how they’ll get even with us?”


    A few treasure hunters burst into merryughter.


    Li Du waved his hands and said, “Ok, let’s stop joking around. Big Fox, we’ve been idling for a few days—find some auctions with some good items.”


    Hans answered helplessly, “Didn’t we just go to Water Valley Town for an auction? Look, the chair you’re sitting in is from that storage unit.”


    Li Du said dryly, “I want a unit with more value—great value.”


    Hans puffed out a sigh. “Okay, who has information on good storage units? Come on pals, I’ll give a reward to anyone who tells me that.”


    “What reward?” immediately came a reply.


    Hans stomped his foot and made a ssh in the ditch. “You’ll get to rx in the ‘golden’ resting seat of our storage site. How’s that? Not bad huh?”


    “Boo!” Sounds of jeering came from the group of treasure hunters.


    However, there was bound to be someone willing to disclose something about storage auctions. “Big Fox, I can tell you something I know. I heard Holbrook’s Vendetta Storage has good stuff inside.”


    “What’s that?” Li Du was interested.


    As he finished his sentence, he received a call from an unfamiliar number.


    He was therefore unable to hear the reply from the treasure hunter. He answered the call, “Hello, this is Li speaking.”


    “Hello?” came a friendly voice over the phone. “Hello, Du Li? Mr. Li, right? Hello there. I’m Mr. Steel Steve, d to speak with you. I’ve been messaging you on Facebook.”


    Li Du was bewildered. “Sorry, I don’t really remember. You are?”


    “My name on Facebook is ‘Mr. Steel Steve.’ Maybe because we didn’t manage to chat, so you might have forgotten. I often send you information about dodo specimens.”


    Li Du suddenly realized who this person was.


    When he’d left a picture of the skeletal dodo specimen on Facebook, two people had sent him messages about it: one was Dr. Clinken and the other was Mr. Steel Steve.


    After he’d learned the value of the dodo specimen from Dr. Clinken, he’d removed the picture as he was worried there might be people who knew the value as well, and that they mighte after him.


    Mr. Steel Steve had sent him messages, but Li had chosen to contact Dr. Clinken, who seemed to be a more trustworthy figure, instead of replying to Mr. Steel Steve.


    Subsequently, once he’d realized the specimen could only be sold for 100,000 dors—although it was worth millions—he decided to leave things as it was. Dr. Clinken had called him several times but he would alwayse up with an excuse and hang up the phone.


    In Li Du’s opinion, because he was not short on cash, and the specimen was really rare, he decided that he might as well keep it.


    He was somewhat embarrassed to receive a call from Mr. Steel Steve. “I know who you are now. So you’re calling because of the dodo specimen?”


    The person on the other end of phone replied instantly, “Yes, yes, yes—I like collecting bird specimens. I’m a bird specimen collector, and I’m very interested in your dodo specimen.”


    Li Du declined politely. “Thank you for your interest. But I don’t n on selling it.”


    “Are you also interested in collecting bird specimens?” asked Mr. Steel Steve. “Or did someone else give you a quote?”


    “I’m actually not really interested in collecting bird specimens,” Li Du admitted, “and I don’tck money. The dodo specimen can’t be sold for a good price so I’m not interested in selling it.”


    “Has someone quoted a price? May I ask how much are they willing to pay for it?” Mr. Steel Steve sounded startled.


    There was nothing to hide in regards to this matter and Li Du replied, “Dr. George Clinken, from the Metropolitan Museum of Birds, told me that this specimen is worth millions, but he could only offer me 100,000 dors.”


    “That *sshole!” Mr. Steel Steve cussed.


    Li Du was puzzled and asked, “What’s up?”


    Mr. Steel Steve said, “You didn’t deal with George Clinken, right?”


    “No, I didn’t.”


    “That’s clever of you, pal. You were nearly fooled by him.” Mr. Steel Steve sounded a little exasperated. “That man knows how to fool people.”


    Li Du asked, “What do you mean?”


    “Your specimen is worth a million dors, and you can sell it for a million dors, not 100,000 dors,” said Mr. Steel Steve. “George Clinken is a greedy b*st*rd. He likes to use his identity to deceive others who don’t know about this industry. Obviously, you’ve been fooled by him.”


    As Li listened on, he got excited and said, “So do you mean you’re willing to buy this specimen for a million dors?”


    Mr. Steel Steve replied affirmatively, “Of course, if the specimen is exactly what your picture shows, I’m willing to pay 1,000,000 dors!”


    Li Du wasted no time and said, “Give me your address, I’ll deliver it to you. I guarantee you that the actual specimen is better than what you saw in the picture!”


    He might have felt indifferent about selling the specimen for 100,000 dors, but 1,000,000 dors was a different story. A million US dors!


    This hade as a surprise to him. Originally, he had exchanged a few things for something that could sell for 100,000 dors from the Amish—he was already satisfied with that.


    Now, he was told the specimen could really be sold for a million dors, which was a huge difference from what he was told of the previous amount of 100,000 dors.


    Li Du was actually a little doubtful as well. He even thought that maybe he was dreaming. Despite the fact that he had a personal worth of millions, a million dors was still not a small sum. It was enough to make him jump with joy.