At ten o'clock in the morning, Jian Heng had already shrunk into the storage room and waited for the auction to begin.

Now Jian Heng's storage room is no longer empty like it was at the beginning, and there are already many things. For example, chairs, sofas, etc. are all from the middle-class room next to it, and some tool boxes are from the old man who loves bicycles. Let's put it this way, in the two rooms next door, what Jian Heng thought was good or that seemed worth a little money, they were replaced by Jian Hengtao to his own small room.

It started to make a fuss since I came here at 9 o'clock yesterday, and I kept making a fuss for four or five hours. It was only in the middle of the night that I went home and took a nap. Jian Heng took a lot of effort.

Don't get me wrong. The things on both sides are not worth spending Jian Heng spending the middle of the night to move. Jian Heng's time mainly disguised the old bicycle room. As a young man who is quite rigorous in his work, Jian Heng naturally couldn't throw the car into the compartment and thought everything was going to be fine.

Think about what a room that has not been cleaned for three months is like. How can I say there will be a thin layer of dust on the things? If I put the car in directly, how can I do it?

What a guy! There is an old antique car that is shiny in the middle of the dusty thing. As long as it is not blind, everyone will doubt it.

The solution that Jian Heng thought of was also very simple. He used a layer of cloth to cover the car, and then used a homemade small machine to lift a layer of dust on the cloth. Not only did the cloth but also disguised it on the exposed wheels, but even the floor under the car was cleaned.

The reason why we do these things is not to ask the eyes of professionals who have escaped, but to only want to look more reasonable.

Jian Heng shook the chair on his feet while recalling the key points he had made.

For Jian Heng, it was like a performance. The filming started when the curtain was opened. He played a young man in society who accidentally picked up a treasure. Whether it was about discovering Da Ben and what expression he should have in the face of the real camera, Jian Heng carefully considered it and was sure to be as close to the reality as possible.

As time passed by minute by minute, the closer it was to the auction time, Jian Heng began to feel a little nervous.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Jian Heng comforted himself.

No matter who puts millions of dollars in other people's places, he will be a little worried. You should know that this is money that ordinary people will never make in their lifetime! Jian Heng has never seen people with millions of dollars in his own eyes, so how can he not worry?

Standing up from the chair, Jian Heng walked back in his small storage room for two steps, stopping from time to time to look at the next door, as if his eyes could see the antique car covered under the gray cloth through the thick cement wall.

Ding ding dong! Ding ding dong!

At this moment, Jian Heng's phone rang.

I took it out and found that it was Jim who called it.

Pressing the call, Jian Heng put his phone in his ear, and calmed down for a while and asked in a normal tone: "Hello, is this Jian Heng. Jim? Is there anything wrong?"

Jim asked, "Jane, where are you? I happen to be near your house, are you at home?"

"No, I'm outside," Jian Heng replied.

Jim then asked again, "Are you busy now? If you are not busy, I will go find you."

When Jian Heng heard Jim was looking for him, he thought for a moment, because this guy was not in Jian Heng's arrangement. A thought flashed in his mind, and Jian Heng had a decision.

"If you want to come, come here, I'm here..." Jian Heng reported the address of his storage room to Jim.

"It's not far from my house to here." After saying that, Jian Heng added another sentence.

When Jane Heng heard Jim was coming, she temporarily decided to add a small role to Jim in his script, which was the kind of person who was lucky enough to be poor and he was happy with his poor friend.

Of course, Jian Heng would not tell Jim that he had assigned him a role. First, this matter cannot be said, and second, if he doesn't say it, it will be easy for him to play his true nature. He had never expected it, and then whatever his reaction was the most real and credible.

Jian Heng thought about this for a long time before deciding on the whole operation. After staying in the United States for so long, Jian Heng understood the differences in the concepts between China and the United States about the same thing.

Take Biennis for example. If this car was obtained by an ordinary person in China, he would probably choose to XC as long as it is possible and not let others know, for fear that someone would know it, and he would have coveted it and be robbed directly.

As a Chinese, this matter can be understood. There are countless examples of Shen Wansan in history, so there will be ghosts if you are not worried. From this point of view, the Chinese people seem to have never had any confidence in the safety of their own property, and they can only use the method of hiding and not revealing their wealth.

The United States is different. Jian Heng knows that if he hides this thing, it will be troublesome. If he hides it secretly, it will probably be impossible for him to take care of it if he gets the letter!

The best choice is to expose the Birthday directly to public and tell everyone that this thing is their own. In this way, even if someone covets it, it must use legitimate means, either spend money or exchange, rather than relying on the power in his hands to plunder. If someone dares to do this publicly, it is to fight against the foundation of the United States - private property is sacred and inviolable.

"Okay, I know you're there, I'll be there soon!" Jim said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" After Jian Heng said that, he heard Jim hung up the phone, and he put his phone back in his pocket.

After turning around his small room twice and looking at the watch several times at the same time, Jian Heng finally couldn't stand his small storage room. He felt that the space was too small and a little stuffy. So he walked to the door and reached out and raised the half-pulled roller shutter door almost to his chest, and bent down and crawled out.

After leaving the storage room, Jian Heng turned around and locked the door and walked directly towards the gate.

When they arrived at the gate, Jian Heng found that more than a dozen people had gathered at the gatekeeper, and they were standing or squatting waiting to participate in the shooting.

His eyes swept over the faces of these people, and Jian Heng found that almost half of these people were treasure hunters.

It is called treasure hunters but the name is better. In fact, these people are just doing rags in the United States. However, they do not collect all rags. They all selectively collect them, such as old machines containing precious metals, or old items in storage rooms that no one wants like now. After waiting to take a photo, they hope that the value of the things in the storage rooms will be higher than their own bids.

Seeing these veteran hunters Jian Heng was not particularly worried. These people were not a threat to Jian Heng, because in essence they were all businessmen. If they were businessmen, they would consider the profit and loss and ask them to spend a thousand US dollars blindly to buy a storage room? If they would do this, they would have been eliminated by this industry long ago.

What made Jian Heng worried about was those who didn't look like veterans. They might have other purposes or have other ideas. In short, these people are the least promising, and no one knows where these people's bottom line is.

While Jian Heng was looking at others, they also looked at him. Perhaps because of the rare Asian faces, everyone spent a longer time looking at Jian Heng, and some of them even smiled at Jian Heng.

Just as Jian Heng smiled and gave a gift, a white uncle in his forties and looked amiable from the crowd came out of the crowd.

This person is a little fat and his clothes are ordinary, but they are washed clean and the seams of the clothes are very hot. In short, it looks like an uncle who has been with him for a long time, which makes people feel good.

"Hello, my name is Brian. I'm here to try my luck. I've fallen in love with No. 37 and No. 42. Where are you?" said the white uncle with a smile on his cheeks, and when he smiled, his cheeks had a little dimpled.

Jian Heng reached out and shook it with him: "I'm going to come here to take a photo and see if I can grab some things."

"New Hunter?" The middle-aged man thought he had met a colleague who had just entered the industry.

Jian Heng shook his head: "Not counted! I like No. 30 more, and there is no big conflict with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Heng happened to see Jim's car driving in, so he said to the middle-aged man: "I'm sorry, my friend is here."

As he said, he pointed at Jim's car.

"Okay, let's talk next time!" The man's smile was still very sincere.

Jian Heng smiled and took two steps towards Jim's car to meet him.

Jim got out of the car, closed the car door with a snap, came to Jian Heng and looked at the big factory, and said casually: "The storage rooms here are quite large. Do you have so many things to put?"

"There are not many things, I care whether I like them or not. I rent them a little bit larger for emergencies!" After finding an excuse casually, Jian Heng signaled Jim to walk towards the door.
Chapter completed!