Chapter 557 556. Private Storage Auction (5)

The woman replied unceremoniously: "The librarian bought this beautiful building, but you, a salesman, can only buy a poor house."

Chalmers grinned and said, "I knew my uncle would give me the house, so I bought a run-down house. You know, I have to save money to pay inheritance tax."

As he said that, he muttered in dissatisfaction: "Damn the Federal Taxation Bureau, they are really ruthless. I have saved money for several years, but they have taken it away. Just take it away!"

The woman didn't like to listen to his nagging, so she went to find a bunch of keys from the cabinet, threw it to him and said, "What are you going to do?"

Chalmers winked at her and said, "I'm going to make some money."

He went to open the warehouse, and sure enough, he found a set of tables and chairs inside.

The style of these furniture is simple, with complicated and gorgeous lines on it, and the material is unknown. Chalmers reached out and touched it, and it felt very solid.

Looking at this set of furniture, Chalmers stroked his chin and thought about it.

Now he regrets that he drove away the treasure hunter earlier, so he should keep him, ask the price of the table and chairs, and get more information.

However, he has a cousin who is a treasure hunter, and as far as he knows, his cousin is also a very powerful treasure hunter, but he recently offended the underworld forces and came to him for refuge.

He couldn't judge the value of tables, chairs and furniture, but he believed his cousin could.

But he didn't want his cousin to know that he had such a set of furniture, because he knew that his cousin owed a lot of money to the casino, and he asked him to borrow money when he came last time.

So he thought that if his cousin knew that he had a piece of furniture that could be sold for money, he would be encouraged to sell it so that he could borrow money from him.

Chalmers didn't want to do this, but he also wanted to find out the value of the furniture, so he was caught in a dilemma.

After wiping the tables and chairs, he locked the warehouse and prepared to go home and find a way to find out the value of the furniture.

At this time, a Ford pickup truck drove over, and a man got out of the car and waved to him: "Good morning, buddy."

Chalmers nodded and said, "Good morning, what's the matter?"

The man stretched out his hand and said, "I want to ask you something. My name is Dickens. It's like this. Did someone talk to you just now? Can you tell me what he talked about?"

Chalmers smiled and said, "Oh, I think this may involve a little privacy, so I don't think it's convenient for me to say anything."

Dickens took out his wallet and took out a hundred-dollar bill, and said, "Do me a favor, I won't let you help for nothing."

Seeing this piece of money, Chalmers smiled. He accepted the money and said happily: "The guy just now is a treasure hunter. He saw some tables and chairs in my warehouse..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized: Dickens was driving a pickup truck, wearing a sturdy denim jacket, with a flashlight hanging on his waist, and there were some second-hand goods in the pickup truck compartment. Isn't this the standard image of a treasure hunter?

So he asked, "Are you also a treasure hunter?"

Dickens laughed and said, "Yes, I'm also a treasure hunter. Let's go on, what kind of tables and chairs did he see just now?"

Looking at Dickens with a simple and honest face, Chalmers had an idea and said, "Come with me, and I won't let you spend a hundred dollars in vain. I'll show you something he's interested in."

Dickens was overjoyed: "You have the table and chairs he wants?"

Chalmers said proudly: "Yes, there are four warehouses here that belong to me."

These warehouses belong to illegal buildings. According to the requirements of the U.S. Bureau of Urban Management and Planning, the open space around the houses must be converted into gardens or lawns, and houses cannot be built.

However, this community is far away from the main road, and the surrounding roads are all remote paths. No one pays attention to it, and no one cares about it. Several households have built garages or warehouses on the vacant land.

After Chalmers opened the warehouse, Dickens' eyes lit up when he saw the tables and chairs inside, and shouted, "Are the antique-style tables and chairs a complete set? Then this thing is quite valuable."

These words made Chalmers' eyes brighten. He was about to ask how much it was worth when Dickens asked first, "Man, how much did that guy want to give you just now?"

Chalmers was depressed. Just now he let the other party go without further asking the price, so he can't make an offer this time.

But he was a good salesman, and he was quick to say, "Oh, how much do you think he'll pay? How much are you willing to pay?"

Dickens said: "That guy is very stingy. He is willing to pay two thousand yuan at most. If it is me, I can offer two thousand two hundred yuan. How about it? Sell it to me?"

Hearing the quotation, Chalmers' heart skipped a beat. Two thousand and two hundred yuan was not too much but not too little. His monthly income was only four thousand yuan, which was enough to cover his income for more than half a month.

To stabilize his mood, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Two thousand and two hundred yuan? Ha, this price is a bit too low, but I know its true value."

Dickens said: "That's what it's really worth, and if you want to sell it for a higher price, you can't have an auction unless you have a warehouse auction and get lots of bids—well, you can't have an auction."

He spoke the previous words very smoothly, but when it came to the last sentence, he seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said, with an annoyed expression on his face.

Chalmers noticed this, and after hearing what Dickens said, he had an idea in his mind and said, "You guessed it, I'm planning to hold a warehouse auction."

Dickens said anxiously: "Where do you go to find treasure pickers to bid for? And you only have one warehouse, the big guys won't come."

Chalmers said proudly: "Who told you that there is only one warehouse? My house has four warehouses. I will contact my neighbors. They must also have warehouses willing to sell."

Dickens said: "But your warehouse may not be valuable. Treasure hunters are not stupid. They won't bid casually. Why don't you sell the furniture here to me? I'll give you a good price, how about 2,400 yuan?"

Chalmers shook his head, and Dickens said, "That's 2,500 yuan, don't be too greedy, it's impossible for someone to pay a higher price! Moreover, your furniture is only worth this money if you have a complete set, otherwise even if one piece is missing A chair, then it won’t sell for two thousand yuan!”

Hearing that the other party raised the price by 300 yuan in such a short period of time, Chalmers became even more determined not to sell the warehouse but to hold a warehouse auction.

He patted Dickens on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your offer, but I have decided to organize a storage auction."

Dickens showed a depressed expression: "Twenty-six hundred yuan? Is it okay?"

Chalmers shook his head firmly: "No, buddy. If you are interested, then you can come to the auction organized by me. I welcome you very much, and you are more welcome to bring your friends."