บท 1078: Trouble

The warden of the Miami prison, a middle-aged white man with thin hair on the top of his head, called on Li Du as soon as he received the news.

Felister, the warden, was kind-looking and businesslike. Accompanied by the prison guards, he met Li Du at the warehouse and asked him cheerfully, "Hey, young man, you said there is a way to make a fortune? Could you tell me more?"

Li Du said, "This warehouse is a treasure chest, sir."

Felister looked at him suspiciously and said, "What do you mean? Are you suggesting we might sell the contents? Is that how you say we can make big bucks?"

He looked disappointed and waved his hand. "No, man, this won't work. It's full of rubbish. I could only send this trash to the dumpsite, and I would have to spend money on it."