It is indeed a poor mountain and bad water that leads to troubled people.

The word 'Ching-Chong' is a discrimination against Chinese people. Americans do not understand Chinese, especially a century or two ago, many Chinese immigrants came from Fuzhou and Guangxi.

These people speak Cantonese. In Americans, the sounds they hear are ching, chong, ling, long, so they use this to refer to Chinese and even all yellow people.

After extension, this title later became very insulting and discriminatory. According to US law, when being insulted in public, yellow people can be prosecuted on the charge of "racial discrimination".

Li Du clenched his fists, Hans rushed forward and pointed at the big man and shouted: "Nigga, shut up your dirty dog's mouth! Did you eat dog shit this morning? Why is it so smelly? Do you usually kiss your child with such a smelly mouth?"

Hans was ruthless in robbing the white-haired man. The black man was furious and reached out to push him and said, "Do you want to die by the white man? Do you know whose territory this is?"

Hans lifted up his clothes and exposed the saber below and said contemptuously: "My knife says it's its territory!"

Half of the people around him surrounded him, and one of the white men wearing sunglasses said, "Do you two want to cause trouble? Throw them out for me!"

Unlike the people in Flagstaff and Phoenix, the people here are much more fierce and they will do it when they say it. After the white man finished speaking, someone wanted to do it.

"Time slowed down." Li Du said this sentence quickly in his heart, and the speed of these people's actions suddenly became like a snail crawling.

He took action freely and quickly took off the white man's sunglasses, the cigarette roll in the black man's mouth and a man's bracelet.

Time returned to normal, Li Du held the feeling of fatigue that came out of his body, threw these things one by one with a gloomy face, and then said coldly: "I will pick off your eyes, pull out your tongue, and kick your balls, which is easier than taking away these!"

This move was shocking enough. The group was stunned. Someone said in horror: "Oh my god, is he the Flash or the Quick Silver?!"

The white man swallowed and said, "Damn yellow bitch--"

"Red-neck, keep your stinky mouth in mind, don't let it cause trouble?" Li Du interrupted him viciously.

Red-neck literally means red-neck, which can actually be translated as a rough man, but not so elegant. It is used to despise the common words of white people.

Due to skin color and physical constitution, white people who used to do heavy work needed to be exposed to wind and sun, and their blood often surged, which often caused the skin around their necks to turn red, so the word was born.

Funny thing is that this word is caused by white people's internal strife, and is generally a special word for aristocratic whites and rich people to despise the lower-class white coolies.

Someone immediately reacted and said to Hans: "Your guy scolded you too."

Hans proudly raised his head and said, "I have already earned 20,000 yuan this month. Do you understand? I am not a hard work. I am the boss, you are Red-neck!"

The constant scolding made both sides angry, but Li Du had previously shocked these people, so no one dared to attack the swearing.

Later, other people from other places came, and these people changed their targets to find trouble for these people.

From 8:30 to 9:30 at the beginning of the auction, two fights occurred within an hour, and at least ten people were expelled by security guards.

Li Du and Hans squatted in the corner with hot coffee in their arms, watching the fun. Anyway, the fewer competitors are, the better they are.

However, when Mr. Li thought that there was nothing valuable in these warehouses, he became a little depressed again.

At 9:30, the auction started, and the auctioneer finally spoke normally: "Very good, everyone, line up to enter the warehouse. Today there are nine warehouses to be auctioned. Prepare the money in your hands and go dig your treasures!"

There is no good thing in the small place, and the warehouse is not worth much. The first warehouse started with a $50 shot. Two people fought for it symbolically and finally sold for $80.

The transaction price of the second warehouse was also very low. Li Du did not ask Hans to quote. There were only two old-fashioned TVs in this warehouse, which was not bad, but this big-bellied TV was eliminated long ago and had no value.

The transaction price of the third warehouse is 100 yuan, and the fourth warehouse is No. 56.

There are some good things in this warehouse. Li Du raised his eyebrows at Hans and said, "If you take this, you will earn less than 500 yuan."

He couldn't show that he had any great interest, so he walked to the next warehouse No. 58 to pretend to be casually strolling.

He put the little bug in the warehouse and saw if he could get anything to gain when he was just cramming.

He had seen this warehouse before, and there were only two bookshelfs that were close to the wall. He needed to look at all the warehouses as soon as possible to find valuable things, so he did not look at this warehouse carefully.

There were some books, newspapers and magazines on the bookshelf, which were very ordinary things that could not be sold at high prices, so he shook his head and prepared to withdraw the little insect.

But just as the little insect was about to jump off the bookshelf, something flickered through the gap between the wooden boards of the bookshelf.

To be cautious, he asked the little bug to crawl back and take a closer look.

The bookshelf is a kind of old-fashioned wooden boards, with gaps between the wooden boards, and in one of the gaps are some small notes, and indeed some stamps.

But he can't say how valuable these stamps are, because they are all American stamps, including sports stars such as basketball god Michael Jordan, boxing champion Ali and long-distance running star Lewis.

He was watching the stamps, but his phone vibrated. He looked at it and saw that it was from Hans, so he quietly went back to listen to the warehouse quote.

It doesn't matter if I don't listen. I was shocked when I heard it, and the price actually rose to 800 yuan.

Local treasure pickers have been following Hans's offer, posing as never to retreat. Several people have bid one after another, and some even said: "Foreigners, don't want to take away the same goods from our Havasu!"

When the price reached one thousand yuan, Li Du shook his head. At this price, there was no value. Both balance bikes were damaged and the computer was also an old-fashioned laptop.

Seeing his hint, Hans immediately stopped quoting, so that the white man with sunglasses who had almost fought with them had won the warehouse for 1,100 yuan.

When we arrived at Warehouse No. 58, everyone looked at it and shook their heads and left. The warehouse was too clean. The only valuable ones were the two bookshelfs and some books on it.

The treasure-picking people are all smart and have sharp eyes. When they use flashlights to read the books briefly, they know that this is not a valuable book.

The United States has not many years of history, so there are not many antique books, cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, while ordinary books, newspapers and magazines are worthless.

The auctioneer also knew this and raised his hand and said, "The auction starts with Warehouse No. 58, how about the starting price - 50 yuan?"

Li Du frowned. There were only a few stamps in it that were not easy to explain. It was hard to say whether it was worth fifty yuan.

He was hesitating, while others gave up the offer directly.

Seeing this, the auctioneer said, "Is there no one in 50 yuan? So what about 10 yuan?"
Chapter completed!