Transmissão ao Vivo de Pechinchas: Vejo Tesouros em Todo Lugar

Los Angeles International Airport, Baggage Inquiry Counter.

Xiao Ran suppressed his simmering anger, clenched his molars, and asked, "How can I get my suitcase back? There are family photos inside—I must retrieve it."

The African-American woman behind the counter checked the computer with a face full of impatience. "You'll have to attend the lost luggage auction and try to bid for your suitcase."

"Luckily for you, the auction is today."

Hearing this, Xiao Ran felt as if his lungs might burst with rage. After months of back-and-forth, this was the outcome? How could he not be furious? But he had no choice but to accept it.

"Alright, tell me where the luggage auction is being held."

Upon learning the location, he turned and strode quickly toward the venue.

No sooner had he turned than he muttered curses under his breath in Mandarin, his words sharp with irritation.

"Sanctity of private property? What a joke. 'Wind may enter, rain may enter, but the king may not enter'—all nonsense!"

"For two months, they kept saying they didn’t know where my suitcase was. I finally managed to come here, and those bastards sent my suitcase to auction!"

He hadn’t finished his tirade when a teasing voice suddenly sounded over his Bluetooth headset.

"Don’t get worked up, just enjoy the ride, alright?"

"Enjoy? I promise I won’t cry, is that enough?"

Xiao Ran replied with a mixture of laughter and frustration.

His words