Los Angeles Detective Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Rich!

Monn Storage Center.

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

Boret 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 tricks, 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."

Borret muttered in his heart. You said the same thing last time. What happened?

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

I have to do it again, who would 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, like the treasure hunters present, are here to make a fortune."

Borret is still worried, but what can he do?

Drive 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."

"I'll 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.

Borret was still the host of the auction, and opened the door of warehouse No. 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 will start in one minute, and the highest bid will win. "

There are many people standing around the warehouse. Last time Luke wanted to get close to the front row, he had to use his strength to squeeze in.

It was different this time, 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 he came, he watched a few videos of treasure hunts 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 weird collections, finding the right buyer can definitely make a fortune.

Through these thoughts in his mind, it took almost a minute. He neither saw the safe, nor could he distinguish the grade of these old furniture.

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

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

A fat white man whose waistline probably exceeds his height shouts, "$150."

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

Luke waved, "$200."

"Foresight, 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 there was no answer.

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

"Wait a minute." Luke felt something was wrong, this warehouse shouldn't be that bad, right? I'm the only one interested in it?

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

Like you, I am here to get rich.

Borrett, I think you should bid again. "

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

The fat white man hesitated for a while, and asked the price again, "300 dollars."

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 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.

While walking, talking about something.

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

Luke stands alone, you will regret it.

He put on gloves and a mask and started working.

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

There are mostly old furniture, sofas, lamps, tool boxes, fishing rods, old TV sets, radios, etc. Luke feels that these things are not much younger than himself.

These things may have some value in the flea market, but they are worthless 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, and it had rusted because it had been placed for too long. Luke took out the pliers directly from the toolbox and clipped the buckle. The copper zipper was still usable.

After pulling it open, green banknotes are all in sight.

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 in revenue, and the auction 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 repaying the car loan, I felt that a shackle was removed from my head, and I felt a lot easier.

Later, David was given another thousand dollars.

David was preparing money to bail Lindsay. 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 he may not get much money, he can still make up enough bail money. 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 "Disappearance of Tellson Manor", and the bonus must be a large part.

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

A man must always have a nest of his own.

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

There is a green lawn in the yard, and occasionally friends are invited to have a small barbecue at home.

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

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

"Om..."

A mobile phone vibrated, interrupting his fantasy.

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

do not be late! "

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

In China, people always hear that the American family concept is not strong. Only when I arrived in Los Angeles did I find that the locals 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 Sundays, having a barbecue, drinking some wine, bragging and chatting.

In his previous life, Luke had little contact with his relatives, and the serious dinners were 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 needs time to adapt.

(end of this chapter)

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