Chapter 92

For 60,000 yuan, Karl the Mustache finally won the warehouse with this price.

Among all the people present, his information was the most accurate. He knew that the Ferrari auto parts were in this warehouse, but he didn't understand why Li Du and Hans could be so sure.

The reason why he provoked them before was because he wanted to embarrass them with Ferrari accessories after taking pictures of the warehouse. At that time, he thought that he was the only one who had the most accurate information.

If he had known that Li and Du had the same accurate information as himself, he would not have angered them beforehand and made enemies for himself early.

After all, he still underestimated Li Du and Hans.

There is no medicine for regret in the world. He knew that it was useless for him to be upset at this time, so he changed his mind and sneered at Li Du: "Boy, thank you for telling me the information about the goods in this warehouse."

Li Du showed a remorseful expression, and said, "Forget you are rich, bastard!"

The look of him admitting defeat made Carl very happy, and he felt that it would not be so uncomfortable to spend more money to buy the warehouse.

Rambis was even happier, shaking his butt at the two of them: "Fake Fake Fake Fake Right! The poor man is crying, Phoenix is ​​our show, let our singing be loud!"

Hans made a singing voice on his neck: "This is really the worst rap song I have ever heard. Who can lend me a knife, I will cut off his tongue!"

A new round of auctions started, the warehouse next to it was opened, and some auto parts appeared in front of everyone.

In this way, the treasure hunters became more convinced of the information about Li Du and Hans, and several people asked, "Hey, where did you get the news?"

Hans pointed to the sky and said, "Ask God, and he will tell you the answer."

"Fack!"

"Three grams of oil!"

The bidding for this warehouse is still quite fierce. Although Li Du swears that the Ferrari parts are in the previous warehouse, there are also racing parts in it. Maybe his information is not accurate?

So the price of the warehouse rose from 1,000 yuan to 5,000 yuan. Li Du added fire to it at the right time, and he shouted 6,000 yuan.

After he quoted the price, the price continued to rise until it reached 10,000 yuan before stopping.

It's not worth buying a bunch of auto parts with 10,000 yuan, so Li Du shook his head and withdrew from the auction.

The price was set at 10,000 yuan, and a big-waisted Mexican took over the warehouse.

The fifth warehouse was opened, and a pile of bent wood appeared inside. The wood was a little rotten, and many termites were climbing on it. Some treasure hunters left immediately after seeing it.

In addition to the wood, there were some backpacks and a flatbed cart. A backpack was bulging out of the tarpaulin, and Hans recognized it as a tent at a glance.

There are two high-priced warehouses ahead, and the auctioneer is very satisfied. He just wants to finish the auction quickly and get his commission, so the bid for this warehouse is very low:

"200 yuan, 200 yuan, 200 yuan, the wood in the 200 yuan is definitely more than 200 yuan, so it's fair. Who wants it, who wants it?"

The treasure hunters curled their lips and shook their heads. Some people hesitated to accept the price. Seeing this, Hans said first: "Don't be such an old man, this is a pile of garbage. Who will buy it for 200 yuan? If you sell it for 100 yuan, he can help you deal with it." Take out the trash!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Li Du.

Li Du said dumbfoundedly: "Don't make jokes, I'm not a cleaner..."

At this time, the auctioneer picked up Hans' words: "Okay, if I didn't come up with 200 yuan, then I will really sell it to the Chinese for 100 yuan. You can see that there are more than 200 yuan of wood in it!"

"Give it to the Chinese, let him clean up for you." A black man shook his head and said.

The others also shook their heads one after another, so the one hundred yuan from the warehouse fell into Li Du's hands.

Li Du looked at the auctioneer who was pointing at him, and quickly pushed Hans and said, "Fake, you framed me, Boss Fu! I won't clean up this warehouse, I want you to clean it up!"

Hans sneered and said, "Damn it, no one wants to pay? How about 150 yuan?"

The treasure hunter had already gone to the next warehouse, Li Du gave Hans a wink, and said in a low voice, "We are really bloody villain partners."

"Soviet iron fist punishes Phoenix, long live communism and wife!" Hans laughed.

Meow, who was in Li Du's arms, immediately jumped out. Li Du, who was about to catch the cat and threw it at Hans, was in vain, so he could only curse: "Shut up!"

Ah Meow looked at his hands and yelled twice after landing on the ground, Fat Mao's face was full of anger: I knew you wanted to cheat me!

The warehouse behind opened, and when it was their turn to visit, Hans began to count:

"That red box looks a bit old, and it should sell for five or six hundred yuan."

"Well, yes, I saw two jackhammers, the garage would like them."

"What's that under the table? Is it a kid's car or a small ATV? Well it's a toy car so it's worthless..."

In the end, he estimated that the warehouse was worth between 3,000 and 4,000 yuan, and it could be won for 2,000 yuan.

However, their car was too small, and there was probably no room for them to carry the wood, so they could only shake their heads and give up participating in the auction.

By the time the warehouse auction was over, it was already afternoon. Those who captured the warehouse hurriedly cleaned it up, while other treasure hunters came to watch and learn more.

Among them, the warehouse with the most onlookers was Carl the Mustache. Thirty or forty people were waiting to see his racing seat and steering wheel.

Carl opened the warehouse in a haughty manner, waved his hand and said: "Follow the key points, find me Schumacher's seat and steering wheel, be careful, whoever breaks it for me will kill him!"

"Don't pretend to be Karl, this is not Schumacher's seat and steering wheel!" Someone said sourly seeing him upset.

In the F1 Formula Competition, only the car king Schumacher has a custom steering wheel, which is a tribute to him from all racing manufacturers.

There is no doubt that the price of a custom steering wheel is much more expensive than a normal steering wheel.

The boxes were opened one by one, and the first thing I found was the racing seat, which looked like a small space capsule.

After the seat was taken out, Carl quickly sat on it and shouted: "Schete, it's so cool, I seem to be lying on Rihanna!"

Rambis opened the box next to it excitedly, and the overall blue steering wheel with colorful buttons and night discs appeared. He folded his hands and shouted excitedly: "The steering wheel is here!"

The treasure hunters looked at it enviously, and there were many discussions in their mouths:

"Xue Te, you can make money now, at least half of it."

"Not that much, but there must be twenty or thirty thousand, damn it!"

"It's a pity that I don't have that much money, otherwise I would definitely take pictures of this warehouse!"

"Hey, did I read it wrong? Why is there no wiring on this steering wheel? It can't be a toy, right?"

After being reminded that others looked carefully, Carl's face changed and he jumped up from the driver's seat. He pulled the steering wheel and lifted it up for a look, his expression suddenly became ferocious.

Rambis hurriedly shouted: "Brother-in-law, I dare to swear I didn't do it, I didn't break him!"

"Fack!" Carl couldn't help but curse while looking at the silicone inside the steering wheel.

Li Du, who was watching with his arms folded, asked at the right time, "What's wrong with this steering wheel?"

Hans explained at the right time: "The lack of wires probably means that there is a problem with the circuit board. The end result is to decorate or spend a lot of money to repair it."

"Fortunately, I didn't get it." A fat man who had participated in the bidding wiped his cold sweat.

The voices of treasure hunters gloating instead of talking:

"How much did you pay for this warehouse? 65,000? You must lose money. Even if you repair the steering wheel, the value is very low."

"Maybe it can be sold for 60,000 yuan, Carl, you are mistaken."

"60,000 yuan? Ha, who is so stupid to spend so much money to buy a scrap? The seat can be sold for 40,000 yuan, the steering wheel can be sold for 10,000 yuan at most, and the total is about 50,000 yuan!"

Hans: "I couldn't help laughing out loud!"

Li Du: "When I finally found out the truth, I shed tears!"