Chapter 12 12. Flying on the Road

"500 yuan now the price is 500 yuan, so I'm going to offer 600 yuan, 600 yuan, 600 yuan, is anyone willing to accept..."

"Me!" Rambis' voice sounded first.

"Six hundred and six hundred then I think..."

"Seven hundred yuan!" Hans said in a posture not to be outdone.

The old man in the cowboy hat nodded: "It seems that this warehouse has attracted the attention of the people who know the goods, but the seven hundred yuan is obviously..."

"Eight hundred!" Rambis interrupted him.

The old man in the cowboy hat didn't want to quote, Hans poked his neck and roared, "A thousand dollars!"

As soon as the two people bid such a price, everyone immediately understood that the two of them had carried it, so the treasure hunters who had planned to make a price backed away, and watched the excitement with their arms folded.

As the auctioneer, the old man in the cowboy hat prefers to see this kind of scene, because he gets a commission from the warehouse auction income, and the higher the auction price, the more he earns.

As soon as Hans' quotation was over, Rambis gave him a middle finger: "Eleven one hundred yuan!"

"Fifteen hundred!" Hans gritted his teeth and said.

The onlookers blew their whistles, and some of them applauded and shouted, "Cool!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Hans winked at Li Du.

Immediately, Li Du's face changed, and he went up and pushed Hans hard: "Fake! You bastard, why are you quoting this price?! Didn't we negotiate beforehand..."

Hans pushed him backhanded again: "Don't talk nonsense, Li, I will never return empty-handed, let alone lose to that bitch Rambis!"

"You have to have money to lose!" Li Du snapped, "You've been dazzled by hatred!"

The two quarreled, Rambis did not continue to bid, and the auctioneer said quickly: "1500 yuan, 1500 yuan is not a high price. You must know that there may be a Harley hidden in this warehouse." Moto, so I said 1,600 yuan, 1,600 yuan, will anyone accept it?"

"Yes." Rambis continued to bid.

Hans pinched his trouser pocket, followed with a gritted expression: "Two thousand!"

"Wow, Boss Fu, is this guy crazy?" Immediately, a treasure hunter exclaimed.

Rambis seemed to want to increase the price, Li Du stretched out his hand to grab Hans and said, "That's it, follow me!"

As a result, when he said this, Rambis did not increase the price, but stretched out his hand and wiped his neck, mockingly said: "Want to leave? You two unlucky bastards, prepare to pay for this pile of rubbish! I have no brains and want to play." Picking up treasure? You should go pick up shit!"

The auctioneer looked at the crowd and continued to bid: "Two thousand, two thousand, then two thousand one hundred, is there anyone willing to accept it?"

Hans looked at the crowd expectantly, but with a look of annoyance on his face, he seemed to expect someone to increase the price to take the warehouse away.

Seeing this, the spectators shook their heads one after another.

The auctioneer shouted twice and no one raised the price, so he waved to Hans: "Congratulations, Boss Fu, you have won the auction of this precious warehouse!"

Hanston suddenly became dejected, Rambis and his party let out laughter, and a black man shook his buttocks at them, cursing: "Eat our farts, poor man!"

The old process, pay money, open the warehouse, and start picking up treasures.

It was still Hans who went to clean up Li Du, and he picked up an electric fan and said, "Try to see if this works. If it works, I think it can be sold for 50 yuan. Of course, I can also give you as a reward. The performance just now is not bad." .”

Li Du shrugged and said, "I'm just a rookie who just graduated from the New York Film Academy, and you are the best at acting. Your look of anticipation and annoyance at the end is absolutely amazing, even Tom Hanks can't do this damn thing." the taste of!"

Needless to say, the dispute between the two just now was acting.

When deciding to shoot the fifth warehouse, Hans guessed that Rambis would compete with him to bid, and there were fifty or sixty other people watching.

In order to be able to win the warehouse smoothly, he designed this scene, first provoke Rambis to enter the bidding session between the two, so that other people will not participate in the battle for the warehouse.

And Rambis doesn't have much money anymore, he has already taken pictures of three warehouses, and no bid for the fourth warehouse proves this.

So Hans raised the price violently, causing Li Du to quarrel with him, giving the outside world a feeling that he's not fancying this warehouse, but fighting against Rambis'.

Rambis didn't dare to follow the higher price. He wanted to cheat Hans instead of actually buying the warehouse.

Their plan succeeded in the end, two thousand yuan is not too expensive to buy a Harley motorcycle.

After packing away a large pile of grocery items, the warehouse is empty, leaving only a pile of cardboard boxes.

Seeing this, Hans became a little anxious and asked, "Aren't you sure the motorcycle is here?"

Li Du continued to act, hesitantly said: "I said, 50% probability."

Hans picked up a flat cardboard box. He opened the box and looked inside, with an ecstatic expression on his face: "Dog shit! Here's a tire! It's a tire!"

Li Du also pretended to be very excited and ran over to take a look. Hans opened the box, revealing a big black tire that smelled like rubber and a shiny silver wheel hub.

"Eighteen-inch thick tires, 7-layer contrasting chrome-plated Agitator wheels! God! God! God! This is Harley's equipment!" Hans roared.

His yelling was loud, and Rambis and his group from Warehouse No. 4 next door and Warehouse No. 3 not far away all ran over.

After discovering the tires, Hans, who had been working a little tired before, was full of energy again, and took apart all the boxes behind him.

Then, another tire, front, engine, fairing, seat and other accessories all appeared. With a simple combination, the domineering and sturdy Harley-Avenue Glide appeared in front of the group.

Seeing this, Rambis spit out thick phlegm, and cursed: "Damn it, it really is a shit shit guy, he got shit luck, huh?"

Hans gave him a middle finger: "Go away, girl, we spent two thousand yuan to photograph Harley, how much did you spend? Seven thousand? Eight thousand? What did you get?"

Rambis sneered, "We have two Yamahas in Warehouse No. 1, so we may not earn less than you."

Li Du looked at him with eyes full of evil pens, and said, "You are also a rookie at picking up treasures, right? Can't you see that those two Yamahas don't have engines?"

Hearing this, Rambis and his party were a little flustered, but he still acted like a boss and waved his hand: "Don't believe this kid, we'll clean them up one by one."

The most valuable items in Warehouse No. 3 are two scrapped motorcycles, which can be sold for two hundred yuan for parts; Warehouse No. 2 is better, with a self-assembled motorcycle that can be sold for five to six hundred yuan.

Rambis and the others were most looking forward to Warehouse No. 1. After all, there were two brand new Yamahas there. When they looked at it from a close distance, they were all dumbfounded: This motorcycle really has no engine!

Unfortunately, the most valuable part of a motorcycle is the engine, without which it is worthless.