Chapter 1062: 1061. A Pile of Garbage (5/5)

Chapter 1062 1061. A pile of garbage (55)

Li Du paid the bill, and the small bar didn't cost much, and the total of ten or so people was less than five hundred yuan, which is why Godzilla drank a small barrel of craft beer.

He told Tina that she had to go to see the warehouse and had to leave first.

Tina nodded to express her understanding, and Li Du immediately checked out and left in a very elegant way.

They didn't even agree on the time and place for the next meeting. They both wanted to try to see if it was really fate, and they would still meet like this next time.

Just as Li Du went out, Brother Wolf, who had been hiding somewhere before, appeared.

He asked, "Are you okay with the shooting just now?"

Brother Lang smiled and said, "There are no cameras around, and there are no clues."

This made Li Du feel at ease.

Mr. Bicycle Warehouse Company is located in the northern area of ​​Wynwood. It is an old-fashioned warehouse company without fence protection. The warehouses are built one after another on a vacant lot.

Wynwood is considered the most artistic and historical place in Miami. There is a row of billboards in front of this warehouse company, with some old photos and introduction materials on it.

The reason why it is named "Mr. Bicycle" is because the warehouse in this company was taken over from the largest bicycle sales mall in Miami, and some warehouses here were used to store bicycles.

Without the fence, Li Du can go in and check at will.

The number of warehouses to be auctioned this time is relatively small, only five in total. Generally speaking, they will not participate in such a small auction, and the chance of good goods appearing is too small.

This time Hans just wanted to participate in the topless event, so he found a reason to keep Li Du.

Wandering around the warehouse, Li Du put the little flying insect into the first warehouse.

The warehouse has an area of ​​about 20 square meters. There are moldy mattresses, broken coffee tables, some books, tables, chairs and stools, and there are knives, forks, dishes and other things on the tables.

Seeing this, Li Du understood that this warehouse was once rented out as a residence.

It seems incredible to most people to use a warehouse as a residence. After all, the warehouse has no water, no electricity, and even no windows. It is just a lump of cement, and it is too uncomfortable to live in it.

But for some poor people, this is a place to stay. The rental of warehouses is cheap, and it may cost one or two hundred or even dozens of yuan a month, which is much cheaper than houses.

Moreover, Mr. Bicycle’s warehouse company has no walls, and it can come and go freely. If it is only used as a place to sleep, it can barely make ends meet.

Li Du has seen this kind of warehouse used as a residence before. This is the most hated warehouse for treasure pickers, even more annoying than the household garbage warehouse.

Generally, this kind of residential warehouse appears, and it will either pass the auction or become a one-dollar warehouse at the auction.

Without him, no one is willing to buy this kind of worthless warehouse—the people who live in the warehouse must be very poor. What valuable things can there be in the warehouse left by such a person?

Although the household garbage warehouse is mostly household waste, sometimes, some people will throw some valuable things in it as garbage, or some valuable things are thrown away by them as garbage.

There must be nothing valuable in this kind of poor warehouse, otherwise they would have sold it and replaced it with a motel, so they wouldn't live in this crappy place.

Li Du was meticulous in his work, and searched again, no, there was nothing of value in it.

Entering the second warehouse, he looked depressed, it was another poor warehouse!

The whole warehouse is a mess, and the people who have lived in it should be worse than the previous warehouse. There is not even a bed, only a pile of moldy and rotten paper shells.

This warehouse is like a garbage dump. There are a lot of paint spray cans on the floor, tattered clothes and shoes, and the walls are painted with messy patterns, which are almost impossible to see.

Li Du shook his head helplessly and prepared to withdraw the little flying insect, but when the little flying insect saw the pattern, a signature in the corner made him frown.

Banksy!

There is also a pattern behind the letters, which is a head with a peaked cap turned upside down and a black cloth tied to its face.

Seeing the name and pattern, Li Du suddenly remembered the person introduced by the art hunters when he was drinking.

After carefully looking at the portraits on the wall, he retracted the little flying insect thoughtfully, and walked to the next warehouse.

Then, another warehouse for the poor!

Li Du is convinced, do poor people in Miami like to live in warehouses so much?

But think about it, for some people, it would be nice to have a place to stay. Although this warehouse is uncomfortable to live in, it is located in Wynwood, and it is also good for some poor so-called 'street artists' to be a temporary shelter. not bad.

After reading the five warehouses, Potter asked cautiously, "Li, what did you see?"

Li Du sighed and said, "Not just seeing, but also smelling. My five senses are more sensitive than ordinary people. In short, this place is a pile of rubbish."

Potter nodded in agreement: "It's just a pile of garbage, it stinks."

Li Du asked, "Would you like to come to the auction the day after tomorrow?"

Potter nodded, looking a little excited: "Yes, yes."

After looking at the warehouse, Li Du went back to find Hans, only to find that he was already waiting by the side of the road with a very ugly face.

"What's wrong?" Li Du asked, "Did the girl see through your evil purpose and drive you out?"

Hans said angrily, "Go away, that's not the case."

He paused, and said with a gloomy expression: "You went to Wynwood? It is said that there was a shooting there, right? Our team was forcibly disbanded by the police, saying there was a security risk."

Li Du laughed, and then put on a sympathetic expression: "Then you are really unlucky."

"Who said no?" Hans sighed regretfully, "I just hooked up with a black girl."

Having said that, he couldn't help shaking his head and began to sigh.

Li Du looked at Brother Lang, wondering whether to tell him the truth, but finally decided not to.

It's not that he can't trust Hans and is afraid of his nonsense, but that he feels that with Hans' current appearance, once he knows the truth, he might fight him desperately.

On Monday morning, they drove to the Mr. Bicycle Warehouse for the auction.

This is a small-scale auction, and there are not many treasure hunters here, only about twenty people in total.

Li Du and Hans are complete strangers here. After they appeared, some treasure hunters looked at them and discussed their origins in low voices, but they found nothing.

The first warehouse opened, and the treasure hunters immediately curled their lips when they saw it: "Smelly shit!"

As Li Du knew, the warehouse passed the auction.

The second warehouse opened, and the treasure hunters continued to scold their mothers: "Smelly shit!"

Some people left directly, and there were no more than fifteen or six treasure hunters left at the scene.

Li Du stayed in the crowd leisurely, and the auctioneer feebly lowered the price to one dollar, and the warehouse became a one-dollar warehouse.

At this time, Li Du made a move: "One dollar, OK."

He thought he could securely win the warehouse, but after he made an offer, someone followed him: "Ten dollars!"