Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1472 - 711 The Dime Thief Selling Stolen Goods_2

Chapter 1472: Chapter 711 The Dime Thief Selling Stolen Goods_2

"Cough cough..." Another middle-aged man coughed twice before speaking. "Then we’ll only deduct from that one person, we’re not going to live through hardship with him. Speaking of which, we used to run to the border, and do we have to miscalculate whenever we see someone older? Did you forget the old man who came here last time, smoking cigarettes even better than those our boss smokes? Haha!"

"Right, I’m saying, boss, can’t you switch to better cigarettes? After all, we’re working with you, and it reflects on you too..."

The person who took over the conversation was interrupted halfway, as a voice came from outside the main entrance: "Anyone buying scrap here? No one around?"

"Coming, coming!" A younger man with a limp hurried over. "Selling something? I’ll open the door right away."

"Old White, follow and take a look, make sure it’s not someone selling stolen goods again," the elder next to Chief Pi spoke.

"Okay!" The coughing middle-aged man agreed and walked outside.

"Hold on, all of you go over there. Ask what he’s selling first, and if it’s stolen goods, catch him and call the police station," Chief Pi shouted from behind.

The reason for this was because the voice from outside earlier didn’t sound normal—it was either pinched or muffled, deliberately obscuring its true timbre.

Coming before dawn, sneaking around, who would believe he’s here to legitimately sell scrap?

But the middle-aged man hesitated: "That would mean..."

It’s inevitable for a scrap collector to encounter people who come in the middle of the night, pretending to sell scrap when in reality, they’re selling stolen goods.

Some who are blinded by greed don’t care and accept anything, they even like such ’customers’—more money that way! But ones with some conscience don’t enjoy these situations.

Fear is useless, you’ll encounter what you’re meant to encounter. Sometimes when it really happens, you find an excuse, say something nice, and turn them away—the stolen items are mostly worthless anyway, and the thief won’t be locked up for long. Running a business means you can’t just up and leave, and the last thing you want is to upset these people and hurt your business in the future.

It’s not trouble that Chief Pi and his group fear, but getting entangled in trouble and drawing unwarranted attention.

So, the past couple times this happened, they excused themselves by claiming they were new and then took the chance to anonymously report it—though this might also cause trouble, turning a blind eye didn’t seem right either.

"We’ve been doing this for a while now, we can’t keep suffocating like this. Besides, even as things stand, are we really afraid of a few petty thieves?" Chief Pi chuckled.

"That’s the spirit," said the others, dropping what they were holding and walking forward.

When they got there, the young man who ran over first was puzzled: "You didn’t bring any goods, and you’re asking for money without letting us see them, are you trying to swindle us?"

"I have a second-hand machine, even just the iron is worth more than five hundred bucks. If you don’t believe me, come and see?" The person at the door, wrapped in a mask, sunglasses, hat, windbreaker, and gloves, not showing a hint of skin, said in a muffled voice.

"Is the stuff far?" The group that came later was now all perked up, ready to face any trouble that might arise, without even asking what happened. They could guess the situation just from the conversation between the two—either the seller didn’t bring the items, or was plainly attempting to scam.

"Not far, just over there in the farmland," the fully covered person pointed in a direction. "But you have to pay a deposit before looking... Let’s say two hundred bucks! Otherwise, I’ll find another buyer."

"Pay him," the middle-aged man ordered from behind. "Let’s all go over and have a look."

"Just so we’re clear, once we’ve looked, the price goes up. It’s five hundred if you don’t inspect the goods, and more after you do," the ’covered’ person continued. "Think carefully, whether to look or not. The goods are legitimate, they’re mine, and the five hundred is only because I saw I was dealing with a bunch of cripples. After seeing the goods, we’ll have to weigh and count... you’d better bring extra money."

Just you, who doesn’t dare to expose any skin, also dare to say that what you want to sell is your own property?

But the middle-aged man, thorough in his considerations, furrowed his brow and turned to the others—who were somewhat irked at being called ’a bunch of cripples’—and said, "You guys go back and ask the boss for more money to bring, just in case."

Saying to go back for money could be true, but more importantly must be to take some ’just in case’ items.

Once a group of people went and came back, this time even Director Pi came along.

The recycling station had a broken motor tricycle, a middle-aged man hopped into the driver’s seat, and a bunch of people piled into the back, with the young man calling out, "You come up too!"

"No need, as long as you bring enough money. It’s not far, let’s go!" The covered figure turned and walked away.

Watching the guy stroll leisurely along the roadside, the group on the tricycle could hardly contain their frustration.

Back when they were used to taking this kind of abuse, it was usually because they had a mission, so they could endure whatever was necessary. But now, just for some petty thief selling stolen goods in the middle of the night... everyone had made up their minds to teach the guy a lesson later on, to let him experience one of the 128 ways to tie someone up.