Chapter 99 Poor Old George
After leaving the No. 19 Bridge Hole Camp, Zhang Ailun said goodbye to Sig and went to Apartment Community No. 126 in Zhilin Block alone.
After arriving here, I found that there was no guard at the entrance of the community, no patrolling police officers, and the geographical location was also part of a poor street.
Zhang Ailun went straight into the community and began to check the house numbers one by one.
We quickly found Apartment Building 369, a standard single-family house with a yard, fence, lawn, faucet, and an old pickup truck parked in the garage.
In front of the yard there is an oven, a sofa, a cardboard box, a gaming chair, and other miscellaneous goods.
Zhang Ailun did not disturb the family, nor did he cross the yard rashly. He just buried his head in the old items outside the yard and rummaged through them. He found a pair of red and white sneakers with Dr. J's signature on them in a cardboard box.
The appearance is relatively well preserved.
"Hey! Do you need any help?" The door of the apartment opened and a tall, thin boy wearing glasses walked out.
When he saw Zhang Ailun rummaging through old items, he came over and asked enthusiastically, "Is there anything you need in here?"
"Man, I just think this gaming chair is nice. And these shoes, are you sure you want to throw them away?" Zhang Ailun replied.
"This pair of shoes is something my dad collected a long time ago. I think it belongs to a black player? But I don't like him very much. I like James. We are moving one day. This gaming chair is really good. It has been with me for several years! If you want it, take it away." The boy with glasses said optimistically. In his opinion, the value of this pair of shoes is far less than that of the gaming chair.
Zhang Ailun didn't know much about gaming chairs. It looked like a Corsair brand, with multi-directional adjustment functions. He took out his phone to take a picture and searched, and the market price seemed to be around US$500.
The second-hand price is much lower. An old gaming chair that has been used for a few years may not be worth even a few dozen dollars.
A gaming chair is so expensive.
What kind of family is this? Could they have bought it for zero dollars?
"Are you moving? What's the reason? Is there something wrong with this community?" Zhang Ailun expressed surprise and started chatting with him.
"Nothing, on the contrary it's because of a good thing. Do you know Valorant?" The tall and thin boy smiled slightly. Seeing Zhang Ailun's hesitant expression, he pushed his glasses and said, "Well, you may not pay much attention to the gaming circle. I am an FPS game anchor, and I am also one of the top 100 empowerment rank in the US server. I signed a contract with a professional team a while ago and made some achievements in the competition. So my family and I are going to move to a new home in the near future. I probably won't come back in the future."
"Congratulations, buddy. You have a bright future at such a young age!" Zhang Ailun also happily congratulated him.
Being born in such a hellish environment and being able to walk out of the slum on your own is also a sign of talent.
"I wish you a good tomorrow, too." The boy answered cheerfully, "Everything that cannot be taken away from this house is being sold at a low price or given away. If you need anything, you can pick a few more to take away."
"This pair of shoes is pretty good." Zhang Ailun shook the sneakers in his hand. "If I really take it away, you probably won't ask for it back."
"It's just a pair of sneakers. I can buy hundreds of such shoes with the money I earn!" The boy smiled. "Are you sure you don't want this gaming chair? It has my autograph on it. When I become famous, it will definitely be worth collecting."
"Man, you are really confident!" Zhang Ailun admires this kind of person.
However, he has no talent for games, and basically never plays competitive games. He just robs the Garden Bank and acts as a good guy in the American Western style.
"I can't pull this thing away now. Maybe I can go back and tell a friend to drive over? I hope it's still here."
Zhang Ailun said, "What's the name of your game? I've been waiting for the day when you become famous!"
"I'll keep it for you." The boy told Zhang Ailun his game ID.
Zhang Ailun also took the opportunity to follow him and said that he would definitely watch his game if he had the chance.
The boy was also very happy, and he enthusiastically pulled Zhang Ailun to take a photo with him as a souvenir, which made Zhang Ailun a little socially anxious.
After parting with the e-sports boy, Zhang Ailun went straight to Old George's pawn shop, but found that it was closed. After searching the store information, he found that Old George's pawn shop was also popular in short videos and was robbed by the black gangs! A tragedy occurred with 2 deaths and 3 injuries.
The perpetrators of this crime were a group of black people from the sixth block next door, who have been arrested and imprisoned. Old George himself was also scratched by glass and went to the hospital for bandages.
Well, the old Texas gambler has finally met his end? What else could this unscrupulous businessman do but get his comeuppance?
Zhang Ailun clapped his hands happily, but he could only try his luck in other pawn shops.
"Welcome to the Modric Pawn Shop." After searching for a pawn shop in the nearest neighborhood on the map, Zhang Ailan pushed the door open and saw a pink-haired girl in strange clothes behind the shop counter.
I took a look at it and saw how evil it was.
"Seraphine?"
"You recognized it?" the girl said in surprise, and then explained: "This is what our boss asked us to do."
"Your boss must be an interesting person." Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement. So today is the Symphony of the Two-spined Newt Frenzy?
"Sir, do you want to sell something? Or do you want to buy something?" The female clerk began to enthusiastically introduce the goods in their store.
The history is non-existent, the fame is boastful, and the blue and white porcelain is fake. Zhang Ailun took a look and showed no interest, so he took the sneakers out of the paper shell and introduced them: "This is the signed game sneakers of NBA legend Julius Irving in the 70s. I want to sell them here."
The saleswoman picked it up, looked at it, took a photo and sent it to me, "How much do you want to sell it for?"
"2500 dollars." Zhang Allen gave a reasonable price. He knew the rules after selling so many things, and this store might not be as skilled as Old George in wielding the Dragon Slaying Sword.
"Four hundred dollars." The girl cut down with a casual stroke, making Zhang Allen's scalp numb.
Zhang Allen's mouth twitched, "I won't sell it anymore."
Damn, your store is even more shady than Old George's! As he was about to leave after packing up his shoes, the female clerk quickly dissuaded him, saying, "Customer, if you are not satisfied with the price, we can negotiate again!"
"How can I talk to you if you don't have any sincerity?" Zhang Ailun was very dissatisfied.
He said directly, "If Old George's Pawn Shop next door had not closed today, I would never have come to your place to sell items!"
The female clerk was silent for two seconds, then patiently explained, "This store is owned by Mr. George's son, and the one who just gave the price is our big boss, Mr. George."
"..."
No, you guys are still monopolizing the market, right?
No wonder it smells like that.
Zhang Allen never expected that Old George's territory would expand so much, and he was convinced, "2000 US dollars, I'll sell it if I can."
"Wait a moment." The female clerk picked up her phone and operated it again, then said with relief: "Our boss said that since you are an old customer, we can do the deal for $2000! The price cannot be higher."
"Take the money, I want cash."
Zhang Ailun compromised, handing over the shoes with one hand and collecting the money with the other. Old George finally behaved like a man! He did not continue to bargain.
Maybe Lao Hei smoothed out his edges, and he didn't look as murderous while lying in the hospital.
Poor old George, hehe.
(End of this chapter)
