Los Angeles Detective

Monn Warehousing Center.

Two days later, Luke came here for the third time.

Bolet trotted out to greet him, more attentive than meeting his own boss.

Luke came three times, and there was an accident at the storage center twice.

In case of any further messes, the business of the storage center will still be done.

"Officer Luke, do you have any mission today?"

"As I said, I'm here to participate in the warehouse auction."

Boret muttered in his heart, you said the same thing last time, what happened?

Thompson, the guy who talked about tough guys all day long, was so angry that he almost went to the hospital.

If you have to do it again, who will dare to buy a warehouse from me in the future.

"Officer Luke, if you really have any mission, just tell me, and I will do my best to cooperate."

"Relax, I'm here to make a fortune, just like the treasure hunters present."

Brat is still worried, but what can he do?

Chase Luke away?

He can't afford to offend.

lapd is not a person, but an organization.

"Borret, you don't have to be so polite, go on your own. It's not the first time I've come here, and I know the rules of the auction."

"See you later." Boret left, and he wanted to organize the auction as soon as possible to avoid any further troubles.

Ten minutes later, the auction house officially started.

Boret was still the host of the auction, and opened the door of warehouse 236, "OK, we are old friends now, let me make a long story short.

You can only stand at the door, you can't probe, you can't use tools, and you can't enter the warehouse.

The auction starts in one minute, and the highest bidder wins. "

There were a lot of people standing around the warehouse. Last time Luke wanted to get close to the front row, it was a waste of effort to squeeze in.

This time was different, the people around consciously gave way.

Luke looked around, mostly familiar faces.

Standing at the door and looking at it for a while, his eyes were full of sundries. To be honest, he couldn't see why.

Before coming here, he watched a few videos of treasure hunting in the warehouse and learned some common sense.

Warehouses with safes are preferred.

The things in the warehouse are not new or old, the key is the level of grade, which represents the wealth and status of the warehouse owner.

Don't underestimate the eccentric collectibles, finding the right buyer can definitely make a fortune.

...

These thoughts went through his mind, and it took almost a minute. He neither saw the safe nor could he tell the grade of these old furniture.

After all, I am just a rookie, staying in the theoretical stage.

"The time is up, start bidding, warehouse 236 starts at $100."

A fat white man whose waist might be bigger than his height yells, "$150."

"$150 a time, is there anyone who can bid more?"

Luke waved. "$200."

"Have a vision, this warehouse is really good, worth looking forward to, does anyone want to increase the price?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't answer.

"$200 once, $200 twice, $200 three times, Mr. Luke, congratulations, this warehouse will be yours within 24 hours."

"Wait." Luke felt something was wrong, this warehouse shouldn't be that bad, right? Is it just me?

"Why don't you ask for a price? I'm here today as a private person, not as a police officer.

Like you, I am here to get rich.

Brat, I think you should rebid. "

Boret was kind, "It's $200 a time, is there any asking price?"

The fat white man hesitated for a while, then called again, "$300."

Luke continued asking, "$350."

"US$350 once, US$350 twice, US$350 three times, is there any bid?" Boret scanned the crowd and said with a final word, "Mr. Luke, congratulations, this warehouse belongs to you."

"Thank you." Luke felt that the price was reasonable, at least someone had asked for it.

Boret greeted, "OK, everyone, don't bother Mr. Luke to organize the warehouse. Let's go to the next warehouse."

"Wow..." The crowd dispersed in a hurry.

While walking, talking about something.

It seems to be discussing the strategy of the next auction.

Luke stands alone, you will regret it.

He put on gloves and a mask and got to work.

The first is to move everything out and find out what is valuable.

Most of them are old furniture, sofas, lamps, toolboxes, fishing rods, old TV sets, radios, etc. Luke feels that these things are not a few years younger than himself.

These things might have some value on the flea market, but they were worth nothing to him.

After emptying the contents of the warehouse, he found a black leather travel bag in the corner of the warehouse, which looked very textured and heavy to hold.

The zipper was stuck on a small buckle, which had rusted from being in it for too long. Luke took the pliers out of the toolbox and snapped the lock. The copper zipper was still usable.

After pulling it open, green banknotes greeted my eyes.

Luke roughly counted, there are seven stacks of banknotes, each stack is about 10,000 US dollars, a total of 70,000 US dollars.

He was already mentally prepared, but still couldn't hide the joy in his heart, "fuck! I'm a rich man now!"

Luke rented a van, pulled all the items to the second-hand market, and sold them in packages for $1,000. The warehouse brought him a total of $71,000, and the bidding warehouse only cost $350.

This is much more cost-effective than buying scratch-offs.

...

With the money, Luke paid off the car loan immediately, with a total of $4,500 in principal + interest.

After paying off the car loan, I felt that a shackle was removed from my head, and my whole body was much more relaxed.

Later, David was given another thousand dollars.

David was preparing money to bail Lindsay, and Luke wanted to lend him $10,000, but David declined.

It's almost the beginning of April, and David is about to get paid, and David can share part of the bonus for the oil painting.

Although it may not be much, he can still make up enough bail, and he doesn't want to borrow money from his colleagues for this reason.

There will be a burden.

Luke had a major meritorious service in the "The Disappearance of Tellson Manor", and the bonus must be a big part of it.

But everyone is a team and cannot eat alone.

After repaying the money, Luke still has about 65,000 US dollars left, and the oil painting bonus will be paid out soon. He now has a lot of money at his disposal, and it's time to improve his life.

He was going to rent a house, and living in his mother's house or Daisy's house was not a long-term solution.

Men always have a nest of their own.

Many years ago, he fantasized that he could have a big villa of his own, an independent theater, and he could watch movies at home anytime.

The yard is paved with green lawns, and occasionally friends are invited to have a small barbecue at home.

It would be perfect if there is a swimming pool in the yard.

Before, I just thought that now that Luke has money, he can turn his dreams into reality.

"Om..."

A mobile phone vibrated, interrupting his fantasy.

The text message from my mother, Linda, only had one sentence, "Family gathering at five o'clock in the afternoon, you know the place.

do not be late! "

Luke didn't want to go, but had to.

In China, it is always said that the American family concept is not strong. When I arrived in Los Angeles, I found that the local people also value family, but it is a little different from China.

On Saturdays and Sundays, parents will take their children out to play.

Many families have dinner together on Sunday, having a barbecue, drinking some wine, bragging and chatting.

In his previous life, Luke had little contact with his relatives, and the serious dinner party was during the Chinese New Year, and the rest of the time he was busy with his own business.

Now he often has to attend family gatherings, but he is not used to it, and he still needs time to adapt.