Chapter 102 102. All Moved Away

It will be on the shelves in ten days or so, and I am here to try my best to ask for a recommendation ticket. I hope our ticket results will be better! Thank you! ****

The site of the railway station warehouse company is open-air, and it is drizzling, so everyone has to stand in the rain to participate in the shooting.

The auctioneer in a raincoat said loudly: "The auction rules are no longer repeated. Everyone standing outside the door is not allowed to enter the door and is not allowed to reach out to touch the things inside. Then it is best to trade in cash. Everyone knows it?"

"Another point is that the weather is bad today and my vision is limited and I may not be able to see everyone's arms, so you try to get as close to me as possible and bid as quickly as possible. I don't think anyone wants to stand in the water, right?"

Prescott is a small town, and the people who come here to participate in the auction are mainly locals. There are not many treasure hunters, only about twenty or so.

Seeing this, Li Du said to Hans: "Is this the auction with the least number of people we have ever participated in?"

Hans nodded and said, "Yes, but don't think it's easy to get a warehouse if there are fewer people. In fact, the fewer people, the stronger everyone's determination."

The first warehouse opened, and everyone lined up to see it. A treasure hunter in front of Li Duhans turned around and asked, "What did you see?"

Hans, who was muttering, raised his head and said, "A pile of rubbish!"

"Then you plan to give up this warehouse, right?" the treasure picker asked.

Hans shrugged and said: "Look at the price, there is no absolute garbage, if the price is low enough, we are still willing to take risks."

At the end of the visit, the auctioneer raised his hand and said, "Come forward and let me see everyone. Now I'm starting to ask the price. The starting price is 200 yuan, 200 yuan, 200 yuan..."

Li Du also raised his hand and said, "We!"

"Then 250 yuan, 250 yuan, 250 yuan..."

The treasure hunters shook their heads together, and two of them went back to take another look, then shook their heads and left.

As simple as that, the first warehouse fell into the hands of Li Du.

Mr. Li was at a loss: "Damn, one quotation is over?"

The auctioneer shouted 200 yuan three times, and then swung his arm down in the gesture of knocking a gavel: "Very good, young man, this warehouse belongs to you."

Hans said with a smile: "This warehouse has no value, it can only be used to dispose of garbage, obviously everyone has seen it."

The second warehouse opened, and the treasure hunters made a brief commotion.

They saw the building tools inside, which are essential for Americans who like to clean up the land of their homes by themselves.

The starting price was still 200 yuan, and Li Du was the first to bid again, but soon there were people following the price, and the price rose all the way to 1,000 yuan.

Seeing this, he shook his head and said to Hans, "This is too expensive."

Hans smiled and said, "Did you see a machine with a nozzle inside?"

"It seems to be there, but there are a lot of cement blocks on it, which looks worthless."

"No, that's a high-pressure mixing jet. It's worth a fortune. A new one costs tens of thousands." Hans whispered.

"So valuable?" Li Du said in surprise.

He saw the machine, like a cement mixer, sitting under a pile of cardboard boxes, looking inconspicuous.

In this case, they have to continue to follow the price: "1200 yuan, us!"

"Very good 1200 1200 1200 what about 1300?"

"Here." Someone followed suit.

The auctioneer pointed to the middle-aged man who bid, and added another hundred yuan.

Hans and Li Du spoke separately, and the price climbed all the way to 2,000 yuan, but they still chose to keep up.

When this price was reached, the other treasure hunters shook their heads and quit. A big man patted Hans on the shoulder and said, "OK, it belongs to you."

Someone else asked: "Are you going to take the whole Prescott to Flagstaff?"

"We have a mechanical knight with a big compartment, so why not?" Hans laughed.

The third warehouse and the fourth warehouse are household waste products. This time Li Du and Hans did not participate in the quotation, and the warehouse was bought by two treasure hunters at a very cheap price.

When he arrived at the fifth warehouse, Li Du got serious, the antique papyrus was inside.

There are many tables, chairs, benches, mattresses and the like in this warehouse. Hans glanced at it and said, "This is a hotel warehouse. The previous owner must have run a hotel."

The tables, chairs, benches and mattresses inside are all damaged or moldy, and they are still garbage and have no value.

The auctioneer obviously thought so too, and the starting price was very low when quoting: "100 yuan, 100 yuan, 100 yuan is the lowest price, you can't buy it, you can't afford it, you can't be fooled..."

Hearing this, Li Du was immediately amused. He raised his hand and said with a smile, "We, haha, this sounds familiar to me."

The treasure hunters stared at him strangely, and a bearded man couldn't help asking, "Are you going to clean up the trash or what?"

Li Du said: "This is not rubbish guys, if you piece together the tables and chairs inside, at least you can piece together a few complete sets of good goods!"

The treasure hunters burst into laughter, Hans shook his head and said, "You are right, but it will take a lot of effort to put them together!"

The treasure picker pointed at him and shouted: "100 yuan, 100 yuan, 100 yuan, is there anyone who is willing to pay a higher price? Without this warehouse, it belongs to the Chinese!"

"Give it to him. It's a show of goodwill from the United States to Eastern China." The bearded treasure picker shook his hand like throwing garbage.

"You picked it up." The auctioneer pointed to Li Du, "This warehouse belongs to you!"

The sixth warehouse opened, and a treasure hunter lamented: "Schete, why are they all rubbish? Damn it, I'm going to Phoenix, guarding Prescott will starve to death!"

This is the last warehouse, and several people left after reading it.

Hans also shook his head and said, "Let's go, let's clean up the guys in front."

Li Du gave him a wink, and said in a low voice, "Take this."

The safe was placed in a corner surrounded by miscellaneous furniture and woven bags, so it couldn't be seen from the gate, all people could see was a pile of rubbish.

Hans cheered up, and then waited patiently.

In the end, there were less than 20 treasure hunters left, and the rain was even bigger.

In this way, the auctioneer didn't bother to mobilize everyone's emotions, and said directly: "The last warehouse is here, please give me your own quotations, I am too cold to open my mouth now!"

A treasure picker said: "100 yuan, I will dispose of the garbage for you."

Hans laughed and said, "Collins, your price is too high, I'll offer 200 yuan!"

"Then I'll offer 300 yuan." Someone intervened again.

In addition to the safe, this warehouse also has a whole set of sofas. The sofas are well protected, and they can be sold as second-hand furniture for thousands of yuan.

Hans quoted 600 yuan, but the others gave up their bids. Collins shook his head and said, "Are you crazy? Two of the four warehouses are full of garbage. Are you starting a cleaning company instead?"

"We have a big cart!" Hans said proudly.

The treasure hunters opened their umbrellas and left one after another. The auctioneer pointed at the two of them and said, "It's worth 600 yuan. This warehouse belongs to you."