<h4>Chapter 391: Tough Days</h4>


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


    Being the director the organization, Ma Zhi-an carried the application forms and rmendation letters with him wherever he went.


    Hence, after Chen Haonan had filled in the rmendation letter, and Li Du had filled in the application form, Ma Zhi-an signed his name; Mr. Li was now a member of an organization.


    Putting the forms away, Ma Zhi-an extended his hand with a smile. “Wee to our organization, Brother Li. I hope that we’ll help and support each other as we make our mark in America.”


    Li Du shook his hand. “Definitely.”


    Ma Zhi-an was someone who knew his ce, and did not overstay his wee. After helping to aplish this matter, he finished the beer in his ss and then left.


    After a few minutes, a Native American man came over and ced a dozen sses of fresh beer on their table.


    Li Du said, “Excuse me, we didn’t order this.”


    The Native American man smiled, “It’s a treat from James. He asked me to send you a dozen of the freshest stout.” James was Ma Zhi-an’s English name; Li Du’s impression of him was even more positive now.


    But when the Native American left, Chen Haonan told him solemnly, “Forget about the food and drink. Li, let me give you a piece of very, very, very sincere advice: be wary of Ma!”


    “Why?” Li Du asked. “Does he have an evil scheme for me?”


    From the interaction they’d just had, Ma Zhi-an did not seem like such a person. However, Li could not only consider appearances—who was to say what kind of a person he really was?


    Chen Haonan nodded and then rted more negative incidents having to do with Ma Zhi-an.


    But he spoke too much, and Li Du thought that he could have been overstating things.


    Disregarding the fact that he had met Chen Haonan first, Ma Zhi-an had given him the impression of being more reliable than Haonan. However, Haonan had closed a business deal with him sessfully. In this regard, Chen Haonan would seem more trustworthy.


    It was never easy to read someone’s character, and Li Du had never been good at assessing people’s personalities. After all, he’d been merely a half-settled university student not even a year ago.


    After making another round at the food market, they returned to Chen Haonan’s vi to rest. The next day they got ready to head back after breakfast.


    Chen Haonan could not bear for them to leave. “Could you guys not stay on for a while longer? My hosting at the Food Market was inadequate; let’s go dine at the Hilton Hotel tonight.”


    Li Du smiled. “It’s not like the food market was filled with low-standard street stalls. The food there is probably better than some five-star hotel. Let’s meet again another time.”


    Haonan still wanted to dissuade them, but Hans told him that they had to leave to attend to business matters. Chen Haonan could not refute that, and so he asked pitifully, “Then will youe when your beads are ready?”


    Li Du was somewhat perplexed. He understood the guy was lonely, but there were plenty of Chinese in Phoenix: Chen Haonan did not have to solely depend on him.


    But Haonan indeed looked very pitiful, so he said, “Of course, call me when the beads are ready and I’ll swing by here again to hang out.”


    In the car on the way back to gstaff, Hans took out an address and said, “Buddy, head here. Let’s go to the storagepany to take a look. There are auctions the next couple of days.”


    Li Du asked in surprise, “There’s really an auction? At Smith Storage Company?”


    “Of course—did I not say that when I rejected your countryman’s request for us to stay?”


    “I thought you were only trying to find an excuse to decline.”


    “Of course not. I was sincere.”


    “Hmm, as sincere as when you were trying to get those dunno-how-many babes into bed at once?”


    “I was also very sincere when I tried to get those dunno-how-many babes into bed at once.”


    Hans put on that signature earnest look of his, which earned him a sh of Li Du’s middle finger.


    Smith Storage Company organized an auction every month to manage the storage units whose contracts had not been renewed or vited.


    There were not many storage units up for auction this time: only six.


    After the truck arrived, Li Du let the little bug out to take a look. Out of the six storage units, half were medium-sized while the other half were small; but all of them were filled with stuff.


    The little bug searched around carefully once but did not spot anything valuable. Among them, four of the storage units had some value and could be profitable.


    In unit 29 there were twoputers—a desktop and aptop—while there was a set of surveince equipment possibly left behind by a retail store in unit 30. There were some household items of value such as a carpet for the living room or bedroom, and a set of exquisite cabs in the other two units.


    Smith Storage Company held their monthly auction during a great day in September, with the autumn sun high in the sky.


    Although there was nothing much valuable being sold at this auction, Li Du andpany decided to take a look since it was just nearby.


    If the prices were reasonable, he was willing to bid for these units. He could then put the items at the cabin for treasure hunters dealing in secondhand items to take their pick.


    Li Du got out from the car and some treasure hunters—Turis, Big Beard Carl, Ferris, Olly, and a few others—came over to greet him.


    “Hi guys, you’re early today.”


    Turis said in a helpless tone, “Can’t be helped, it’s best to be prepared. There have not been that many storage units put up for auction in Arizona, so we haven’t made that much money.”


    The beefy Ferris said, “We’re nning to go on an auction tour. Wanna go together, Boss Li?”


    Li Du asked Hans, “What’s an auction tour?”


    Hans exined, “Driving a truck to a bunch of auctions until it’s full—also known as “auction roving.” It’s risky: you could make tons of money or lose tons of money.”


    These American trucks were fuel guzzlers, but long-distance travel was necessary to attend the auctions. Although the cost of fuel was not considered high, there was also the expenditure for food, drinks, and amodation to be considered. Each time the truck moved meant that money needed to be spent, so the cost could be significant.


    It would either be a gain or a loss attending such auctions—there was no breaking even. Hence, many were unwilling to participate in this.


    Li Du looked at those around him. “Is it so tough to do business now?”


    Turis looked at him wearily, “Sh*t, it really is. D*mn that Obama. He didn’t fulfill the promises he made during the election and caused our economy to be weak!”


    “All these politicians are the same,” Big Bear Carl sneered. “During campaigning, they sound sweeter than those b*tches in bed. Who wouldn’t take care of one’s own interests when in power?”


    Another truck had entered; Li Du took a nce and chuckled, “Our VIPs from the City of Angels are here too?”


    The truck belonged to Frank and York; Li Du saw them once they got out of their truck.


    Olly said, “They’ve been in gstaff for a few days. Looks like they n on staying in Arizona. D*mmit, thepetition is bigger now!”


    Treasure hunters’petitiveness could be divided into tiers, with the more expert ones providing the most threat. The rivalries amongst regr treasure hunters were not considered actualpetition.


    Li Du patted Olly’s shoulder. “Then we’ll not participate today. Big Fox and I will share with you guys the information we have and what we see—you guys take this chance.”