Chapter 410 The Infiltrated Gang of Thieves
"This is a seal ring brought by George V. It was used to process documents during World War I. The starting price is 80,000 pounds! Anyone with 80,000?"
The auctioneer held a copper ring and a hammer in his other hand.
He quietly said in the stands, "75,000 pounds, 75,000!"
Still no one spoke.
Princess Diana intends to maintain the dignity of the royal family, but the price is slightly higher, so she bows her head to sort out William's clothes and pretends not to hear it.
This kind of thing exists in a lot and is not worth much. The appreciation time will take a hundred years to calculate. Han Xuan naturally has no interest in pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, covering his mouth and burping.
I was so overwhelmed by a large glass of blueberry juice that Baron Orwell had just brought.
The auction has just begun, and it is auctioned in the open air in the center of the lobby.
Most of the tourists who came in came to visit, and only those who participated had chairs and they stood beside them.
The auctioneer received the look of Duke Orwell. He couldn't spend so much time on the second item, and lost the interest of these distinguished guests, so the things behind were not easy to sell.
Understand the meaning, he shouted: "Sixty-five, sixty-five, sixty-five thousand pounds."
This time, a middle-aged man in a suit immediately raised the sign and the auctioneer quickly dropped the hammer.
"make a deal!"
Han Xuan had a smile on his eyes and understood the process of Dutch auctions.
Unlike other auctions, this silent auction is to quote a high price and then decrease in turn.
If there is a bid at the same time, then go up until someone decides to buy it. If no one buys it, it will be considered a failure after the price reaches it.
This will maximize the benefits of the auction. If there are really top-quality treasures, there will be no Dutch auctions.
Another employee on the stage brought the lot, which seemed to be a set of books. The auctioneer introduced: "A set of miscellaneous books at the end of the 17th century has not been released and it is well preserved.
There are also some private letters and newspapers, starting at $45,000!”
After a while.
"The price of forty-five thousand dollars. No one is it? Then forty-three thousand dollars"
When the auctioneer reported 39,000 US dollars, Han Xuan lent the brand, and the decoration was good when he put it home on the bookshelf.
Not being released means out of print. Although good things cannot be missed in the eyes of those experts, what if the content is interesting?
The auctioneer failed to sell the price twice. Seeing that someone bought it, the auctioneer finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Please come here to collect it after the end.
Below is a scimitar from the Shah dynasty of Nepal in the 18th century, with the handle made of ivory. Several gems are inlaid with starting price of $140,000”
When Baron Orwell saw that it was Han Xuan's offer, he nodded with a smile. Such things are usually sold for failure. If there is a fool who is willing to buy them, this is not found.
After discovering that Han Xuan nodded politely with him, he talked to the girl beside him. Duke Orwell knew that these things could not arouse his interest.
I was jealous when I remembered the amazing collections of his two elders. I had been chatting with him for a long time just now, but I was not yet able to borrow the collections.
He waved to his assistant standing not far away and whispered: "Add the two things in my study to the auction list, starting at $6 million..."
Based on what Mr. Yao said in the future, there would be no killing without a deal. Han Xuan really liked the "ancestor" of this Nepalese scimitar, but he didn't buy it.
Behind him, in the corridor on the second floor.
The girl named Hannah walked into the elevator alone, pressed the button on the first floor, and when she arrived at the first floor, the elevator door opened. There was no one inside...
At this moment, two escort trucks from Srick Protection Company drove to the Tate Modern Art Museum.
When they entered the back warehouse, four security guards with guns were already waiting. Augustine, who had knocked out the security guard in the parking lot, was also standing aside in a security suit. She saw the forklift put a wooden box down from the escort truck.
Several men in suits waiting quickly pried open the wooden box and lifted the dry straw. They took out two small wooden boxes one meter square from it.
The insurance company inspector asked them to open their eyes and nodded and followed the two boxes, never leaving them.
Augustine passed by a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor, accidentally hit him, helped him up with one hand, and quickly said, "Sorry, sorry!"
The other hand reached into his suit pocket, took out a magnetic card, and stuffed it into his sleeve.
"It's okay, be careful in the future. Why haven't I seen you before?" the man stood up and patted his pants and asked.
Augustine's face froze and said, "There is not enough staff, the company sends it new."
"Yeah." Recently, the security company did send some new people here, looked at the ID card he hung in his pocket, and waved: "Go."
Augustine nodded seriously, calmly turned around and breathed out.
When passing by a vent, take out the stolen magnetic card and throw it in.
Not long after, the woman in a tight suit climbed here from the ventilation duct, picked up the magnetic card, and crawled back out.
I turned my head and found the direction. I was about to walk when I found a few black things installed in the pipe. I took out a bottle of perfume from the small bag behind my waist and sprayed it a few times. Several parallel green light appeared in the mist.
"I've used all this kind of thing, but I'm lucky I'm prepared."
She took her backpack and searched, and then a roll of silver tin foil for barbecue appeared in her hand.
Tear off two square foils to flatten them, fold out the feet that allow the foil to stand, and push them forward with both hands.
The laser was still on, but the alarm did not sound, and the laser in the middle disappeared and only shone on the tin foil.
Hannah smiled proudly, threw the bag over, and passed it carefully. She suddenly touched something on her shoes, which scared her to death.
He didn't hear the alarm and said to himself: "The museum has learned badly now. Why are you inventing this thing for nothing? You're crazy!"
She pulled back the tin foil and threw it aside. She was wearing gloves and left no fingerprints.
Continue to carry your bag and climb forward, pass by a fork in the road, and look out from the vent with your head.
When a black man in a white coat passed by, she tapped the steel plate with her fingers and made a noise of a mouse walking by.
The young black man returned and pretended to tie his shoelaces, and a card fell right next to him.
Pick it up and stuff it into your pocket as if nothing had happened. After swiping the card, the red light turned green, and opened a thick iron door vigorously.
A security guard immediately asked, "Who are you?"
Augustine said with a slogan: "Dr. Anqiluo, an expert in cultural relics identification from the United States, came here with the escort truck just now, I have seen it.
He is on the list, you're so nervous, man."
Anqiluo mocked, "I'm a black man and I'm discriminating against me, right?
I will complain to your supervisor. Forget it in the United States, I always thought I never expected the British to be like this!”
The young security guard was so big that he nodded and showed that he could go in. The charge of racial discrimination was aroused by him and he was always slutty everywhere.
Anqiro suppressed his smile, looked at Augustine, and looked up at the busy group of people.
There are about twenty people, all wearing the same white hexagram as theirs.
When passing by a man, he quickly reached out to steal his ID and hung it on his belt.
Looking around, the eyes were filled with antiques and their eyes were glowing.
At this time, an inspector sent by the insurance company shouted: "Stand!"
Chapter completed!