“Your dear little sister will always love her dear brother, but the dear brother will have to put up with sleeping in the living room.”

“NO!”

Chapter 0003 Treasure Hunting in the Warehouse

David Thompson's situation was getting a bit tough.

Hannah could never just ignore her brother, and besides, part of this house belonged to Henry, so when Henry came back, he might have to give up the bedroom.

After all, according to the contract, his rent was about to expire.

In the evening, David Thompson wanted to go out for a walk to clear his mind, but as he reached the door, he heard arguing in the yard outside.

"…Isn't the Chinese boy's rent about to expire? Just let him leave!" That was Henry's voice.

Hannah said impatiently, "Leave, leave, leave—how can you talk about something so cruel so lightly? Do you even know what Thompson has been through lately?"

"What does that have to do with us? Sis, you're too naive, you don't know how dangerous the world is these days…"

"Oh, so now you remember you have a sister, Henry? I know the world is dangerous, that's why we should show some kindness to others. Jesus Christ once said…"

"Oh, spare me, you know I'm not into God." Henry interrupted Hannah, holding his head. "So you really won't kick that little boy out?"

Hannah said, "I know what you're up to, Henry. I'm heading to my night shift now, and if I come back and find Thompson gone, or if he's in a bad mood, I'll kick you out immediately! You know I mean what I say!"

Henry asked helplessly, "Why are you so nice to him? Don't tell me you've fallen for that pretty boy."

Hannah laughed, "You know that's not it. Okay, honestly, Thompson is in a tough spot right now, he's under a lot of pressure, and I don't want to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. That's not how the Fox family does things!"

Hearing their conversation, David Thompson quietly retreated back to his room. When you're broke, you can't afford pride—it's better not to show up now and make things awkward for everyone.

Hannah's kindness moved him, but as a proud Chinese man, he didn't want to accept pity for no reason.

"Damn it, bug, tonight I'll take you to the sewers to pick up coins!" David Thompson muttered to the little bug poking its head out of his palm.

With no capital, what's the fastest way to make money? Picking up money!

With the little bug as his avatar, he could do a lot of things, but picking up coins—though it seemed like a miserable way to make a living—could get him some living expenses in the shortest time.

After Hannah drove off in her old Ford, David Thompson slung a small bag over his shoulder and got ready to head out.

At the door, he saw Henry, who was slouched on the floor like a bum, happily playing on his phone.

Hearing footsteps, Henry didn't even look up and said, "Hey, Chinese boy, after sleeping so long, aren't you hungry now?"

David Thompson didn't have a strong opinion about Henry. Although the guy had a bit of a hippie vibe, he hadn't done anything bad—at least, he'd never hurt him.

Shrugging, he said, "A little, yeah. Why?"

Henry got up and grinned, "I'm hungry too. How about we buy some pizza?"

"Your treat?"

"Shit! You Chinese are all rich, you know. When I was in Los Angeles, I always heard about Chinese people buying mansions."

David Thompson cheerfully pulled out his wallet. Henry's eyes lit up, and then five shiny one-dollar coins appeared in front of him.

"That's all I've got. You decide—how are you treating me?"

Henry rolled his eyes in disappointment. He searched all over himself and finally found a green Alexander Hamilton.

A hundred-dollar bill has Franklin, but Alexander Hamilton, the first Secretary of the Treasury of the United States, is on the ten-dollar bill.

"Look, we've got fifteen dollars. That's enough for a black pepper beef pizza from Pizza Hut." Henry grinned smugly. "We'll split the spoils by contribution: I get three-quarters of the pizza, you get one-quarter."

David Thompson shook his head at him. "No wonder your business went bankrupt—your math is terrible. I get one-third, you get two-thirds, OK?"

Hearing this, Henry put on an angry face. "Who said my business went bankrupt? It's just a cash flow problem! Honestly, I'm back in Flagstaff this time to attend an auction—I'm going to make big money!"

"An auction?" David Thompson was surprised. "You still have money to play with collectibles?"

In his mind, auctions were just a bunch of rich people buying a lot of useless so-called art.

Seeing Henry scrape together only ten dollars from all his pockets, he didn't think this guy had money for art.

Henry rolled his eyes again—he really liked that gesture. "Collectibles? No way. I'm going to a storage auction!"

"Storage auction?"

"Uh-huh." Henry nodded. "There are eight storage units up for auction in Flagstaff this weekend. I got an inside tip—one of the units has a KASR massage chair. If I can get it, heh heh…"

He was practically drooling as he spoke.