Treasure Hunt Tycoon

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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Merlot shouted at George Anthony, but George Anthony merely plastered a smile on his

face and remained quiet.

Noisy versus quiet, they showed quite a difference.

Li Du, who was watching, knew that Merlot was at a disadvantage. Under such

circumstances, the one who was calmer would have a stronger standpoint, and the one

who panicked would be weaker.

George Anthony didn't pay attention to Merlot, but said to Li Du, "I'm sorry, Li, for

making a scene here. My partner here has quite a temper. I hope you can forgive him."

"I'm not your partner!" Merlot leashed out. "You can't make me pay a million dollars! I

don't have a million dollars, I just don't have that money!"

Hans laughed. "No, Merlot, my good partner. You have at least two million. Do you

remember how you used to tell me that you had a million and a half dollars in savings?

Then you stole five hundred thousand dollars from me. So you have a total of two

million dollars, isn't that right?"

Merlot looked at him quickly and said with despair, "Big Fox, don't be like that. It wasn't

me who cheated you… it wasn't just me! This time I'm the one who's cheated, please

help me…"

"Help you commit suicide?" Hans' smile became colder. "You deserve this!"

What goes around comes around. Merlot was a bad guy, but he met someone even

worse. Needless to say, George Anthony would be making him pay the money.

It had nothing to do with Li Du and his men anymore. They moved the machines onto

their truck and left the warehouse company without a second look.

Merlot was still arguing with Anthony. He was supposed to help Conrad take revenge on

Hans but ended up getting in trouble himself. He had brought that upon himself.

After clearing up the things, they did not return to Phoenix right away. Instead, they

dealt with the items that they had gotten from the warehouse.

Hans contacted a watch factory, and the men from that factory were very interested in

the machines that they had gotten.

The watch factory was in the rural area of Los Angeles. After an hour's drive, they had

arrived at the small factory.

Li Du asked, "Will there be any safety issues around here?"

There were many other small factories around them, mainly family workshop factories.

These were all bungalows and colorful tiled houses, mostly single-story ones.

Li Du was worried that it was a bit too empty over here and that there might be criminals

roaming around.

Hans said without any concern, "No problem, follow me. I have already made contact."

He made a phone call and the factory gate opened. An old man with grey hair peeped

out and then waved at them. "Hans Fox?"

Hans hopped off the car and shook his hand, saying, "That's me. And you are Old

Chuck?"

"Yeah, I'm Old Chuck. Come on in, let me see what good stuff you've gotten for me

here." The old man added, "I warn you, buddies. I don't take any old junk. If it's not good

enough you might as well take it back."

Godzilla and Big Quinn got out of the car. Old Chuck swallowed hard when he saw their

faces and their sizes, and he joked, "Are you guys trying to force me to buy something?"

Hans said, "We are proper treasure hunters. Didn't I just show you our IDs? We're

treasure hunters from the hundred thousand club. Come on, let us show you what we've

got here."

Godzilla and the other guy took down all of the machines. Chuck's eyes immediately lit

up when he saw these items, and he laughed happily. "Machine tools manufactured by

the Switzerland Precisa Precision Tool Manufacturing Plant? Great stuff!"

While Chuck was looking at the machines, Li Du asked Hans, "What's this old man all

about? It seems like he has some mental problem."

"I heard that. My ears are very sensitive," The old man yelled out, not taking his eyes off

the machines.

Hans shrugged and said, "He's an expert at repairing watches. In fact, he is also an

expert at making fake branded watches. Some of the high-end imitation watches in the

Los Angeles black market actually came from here."

Chuck kept yelling, "Those weren't imitation watches! What I made was art. High-end

machinery watches are all pieces of art."

"But this does not change the fact that what you did was illegal. Making imitation

watches is illegal," Hans laughed.

Chuck insisted, "Art, you understand? Is it illegal to copy a painting of Picasso? How

can art be illegal?"

Hans got serious and said, "You were actually copying high-end machinery watches,

how can you say those are a piece of art? Art is made to cultivate taste, but you did that

for money, didn't you?"

Chuck stared at him wide-eyed. "Who said that? The watches I've made were not just

for money. I made them to cultivate taste too! Follow me!"

He brought the men into his workshop. There were four other men working inside, and

all of them seemed quite old.

As they entered Chuck's office, they saw that the walls and shelves were full of

watches. They all looked like beautiful, top-notch machinery watches.

"I'm not just making imitation stuff here. Look here, can't you feel the artistic

atmosphere? Isn't this watch collection a type of art? If I can't afford the real watch, can't

I just keep a model of that watch?" Chuck snapped at Hans.

Li Du browsed around and suddenly saw a familiar watch.

He pointed at the watch and asked in an awed voice, "Trossi-Leggenda, the Trossi-

Leggenda by Patek Philippe? How did you get one of these?"

The real watch was on his wrist. When he was looking for information on this watch,

some records mentioned that it had disappeared from the market for a long time.

Chuck said, "Yes, that is a Trossi-Leggenda. I made it according to the picture. What do

you think? Are you interested in getting one? I swear it looks real, even though I made it

based on the photo."

"But you said it wasn't for money?" Hans mocked.

Chuck sensed an opportunity, so he ignored Hans' mocking and pushed the deal.

Li Du pulled up his sleeve and said, "Sorry, old man. I already have a Trossi-Leggenda."

As he saw the watch, Chuck took in a deep breath, "Holy shit, it's the real thing!"

As an expert in watches, he could tell at a glance that the watch was genuine.

Li Du soon regretted showing off. Chuck kept asking to see the watch, he even offered

him the imitation watch as a gift in exchange for another quick look.

Li Du had no choice. He couldn't stand the old man's nagging and took off his watch.

Chuck called his four old buddies over, and the five of them gathered around to study

the watch.

Someone even wanted to dismantle it, which shocked Li Du so much that he quickly

grabbed his watch back.

Chuck took away the imitation watch, and Li Du teased him, "Aren't you going to give

that to me?"

"It's too fake. Now that I've seen the real thing, I noticed that there are some parts which

need work. Just wait, I'll make one that looks even more genuine than the real thing!"

Just like that, Li Du's entourage spent almost a whole day at that place. Chuck said he

must fix the imitation watch and give it to him to express his respect for the genuine

Trossi-Leggenda.

The sun had almost set when the watch was finally ready.

Hans settled the price with Old Chuck and agreed to sell all the machines for fifty

thousand dollars. This meant Li Du just broke even. However, he did receive a fake

Trossi-Leggenda watch from Old Chuck. And this type of imitation watch was worth a

few thousand bucks as well. He seemed to have earned a little indeed.