<h4>Chapter 435: The Charm of the US Dor</h4>


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


    These tes were very beautiful; they had a brilliant color, and looked both charming and elegant. They felt delicate in Li Du’s hands and he was unwilling to put them down.


    He was not feeling particrly excited about them as he did not think they were very precious. Otherwise, the little bug would have had a reaction to them.


    He used the time travel ability and many past scenarios appeared before him:


    Someone wearing a T-shirt was waving and drawing on the te. There was the image of a green pine tree, and he saw that the design was exactly that of the te he was holding in his hands.


    Needless to say, these were imitations. The genuine item would be from the Qing Dynasty, and nobody would have been wearing T-shirts then. Furthermore, the wording on the T-shirt was “Dash to Japan Ind. Catch **** alive…”


    He was meticulous, and took a good look at the tes and vases. They were fakes and had been produced only recently. They were not considered junk but definitely not worth any money.


    After sighing a few times, he put the tes into a bag, nning to show them to Zhang Kai before taking photos of them.


    He was sure these were worthless fakes but would not be able to exin this fact to Zhang Kai. After all, he had already said that he knew nothing about famille rose.


    He could only photograph them and then get someone to verify before sharing the oue with him. He would let him identify the tes and vases in the photograph, in case he was suspected of switching them with fakes to trick him.


    Hans and the other treasure hunters were circling around the Alien Motorcycle. When he got back, Godzi and Big Quinn had already cleaned up storage unit 54 with the shotguns.


    Li Du waved at him. “Put the motorcycle onto the truck, we should go.”


    Hans had not had enough fun yet. He knew that once on the road outside, Li Du would not allow him to ride the bike. Hence, he pretended that he did not hear him and turned around midway to continue riding his bike.


    Li Du was amused; he waved him over. “Are you some veteran? Come here, I’ve got some good stuff to show you.”


    Hans could not continue to pretend that he didn’t hear him; he asked cautiously, “What stuff? I still want to ride the bike.” Like a kid who had just gotten a toy he loved, he felt as though he could not part with the motorcycle.


    Li Du said, “I won’t lie to you, it’s really good stuff. Come quick.”


    Hans walked over to the truck doubtfully, and then saw the beautiful porcin ware.


    All of a sudden, he gasped, “God! God!”


    Li Du said, “China porcin, pce treasures, magnificent famille rose!”


    Hans said excitedly, “This… this is real? Real stuff? China china?”


    The country and the type of porcin were both referred to as “china,” except the former started with an uppercase letter and thetter with a lowercase letter. They sounded the same when spoken and so when Hans said them both together, it sounded amusing.


    Li Duughed along, “No, these are fakes.”


    Hans was dumbfounded. “Huh? You were pulling my leg earlier?”


    “Really,” Li Duughed, “these are fake, worthless. Well, doesn’t this prove that life’s full of ups and downs?”


    It did not prove anything; Hans was going to explode in anger. “You lied, where’s the good stuff?”


    Li Du waved at Big Quinn; he pulled out a gun from underneath the seat and passed it to him.


    Hans was a little disappointed to see this brown, wooden shotgun. “Oh, not bad, Remington 700BDL. An old gun, but well-kept.”


    “How much can it sell for?” Li Du asked.


    “Looking at its quality, maybe 1,000 dors if we can find the right buyer.” Hans did not sound that interested.


    Li Du was disappointed. “So low?


    “It’s not low, buddy,” Hans said. “Without a gunsight, a brand new M40A1 would cost only 800 dors. This type, the 700BDL, is of slightly higher value, but as it’s secondhand, and alsomon, it can’t fetch a high price!”


    Li Du said, “Well, I thought we could make a fortune, since we’ve got 10 of these guns.”


    Hans was surprised. “Ten?”


    Li Du nodded. “Yes, why?”


    Hans exined, “Better take them out and register them at the storagepany and local police station. D*mmit, if we were to get checked on the road, the police could arrest us!”


    Li Du had thought that Americans had the freedom to own guns. They had even bought machine gun cannons before without any issues. It appeared that it was not that way.


    Hans was responsible for settling the paperwork, and so while he did the registration, Li Du moved the motorcycle onto the truck, and left it with the other treasure hunters.


    When Hans returned with the documents and saw that the motorcycle was gone, he sulked. “Where is my Alien? Let it out.”


    Li Du said crossly, “You wanted to ride it on the road?”


    Defeated, Hans said, “I’ll ride it slow, okay?”


    “No way. Let Stephen check it first and get rid of that head. Only when we confirm there is no problem can you then ride it on the road.” Li Du was adamant about this, and would not let it rest.


    This bike’s exterior was too ferocious-looking. Besides, there was the warning of itsst owner having died in an ident on the bike. He did not wish for the same fate to befall Hans.


    They had reaped their rewards and could leave for home, but Li Du was not willing to. He had not toured the ce; since it was a tourist destination, how could they leave without taking a look around?


    Knowing that he wanted to tour around, Hans nodded. “It’s also true that autumn is a great time to visit Page’s various attractions. We also have a fishing machine that we can use to fish at Lake Powell. Besides, I have to make a trip to Old Oraibi.”


    Hence, the treasure hunters who were also preparing to return home, also stopped and asked to stay on with Li Du to sightsee.


    Almost all of them had more or less made money at this auction.


    Except for the storage units with the motorcycle and shotguns, Li Du had pointed out the rest of them to his fellow treasure hunters and had shared their estimated value so that they would have a better idea.


    Between nations, although they may not be allies forever, they could still continue to seek mutual benefits from their rtionship. It was the same between people: the motivation to benefit is paramount, especially when they were just starting to form a rtionship.


    Turis said, “I’m also not going back. What’s the point in going back when it’s already sote? It’s too dangerous to take the road at night, so I’m staying here.”


    The treasure hunters would usually return home on the day the auction ended to save on motel expenses as well as to prevent their things in the car from being stolen.


    Three or four dozen of them answered Li Du’s call to stay.


    The next day, he rented a car to visit the various attractions. In the end, most of them tagged along. Olly said, “Actually, I’ve never been to Page.”


    Of course, their main motive was to deepen their friendship with Li Du.


    This was the charm of the US dor: it could transform someone from being a former reject to the being most popr person around.


    In addition, the gstaff treasure hunters not only weed Li Du, they even followed his lead.