"The price of 500 yuan is now 500 yuan. So I will immediately offer 600 yuan, 600 yuan, and is anyone willing to accept it..."

"I!" Lambis's voice rang out first.

"Six hundred yuan, six hundred yuan, then I want to..."

"Seven hundred yuan!" Hans said with an unwilling attitude.

The old man with cowboy hat nodded: "It seems that this warehouse has attracted the attention of the consignee, but it is obvious that the seven hundred dollars are... "

"Eight hundred dollars!" Lambis interrupted him.

Without cowboy hat, the old man offered a price. Hans snarled his neck and shouted: "One thousand dollars!"

As soon as the two of them shouted for the price, everyone immediately realized that they were taking it on, so the few treasure pickers who had originally planned to offer went back and watched the fun with their arms around.

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

Hans's offer just ended, and Lambis raised his middle finger at him: "One thousand one hundred dollars!"

"One,500 yuan!" Hans said gritting his teeth.

The people watching next to him whistled. Someone was not worried about the trouble when watching the fun. He even clapped and shouted, "It's cool!"

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

Then Li Du's face changed, and he pushed Hans hard: "Fake! You bastard, why are you quoting this price?! We didn't negotiate in advance..."

Hans pushed him again with his backhand: "Don't talk nonsense, Lee, I will never come back empty-handed, let alone lose to Lambis, this girl!"

"You have to have money to lose!" Li Du said sternly, "You are blinded by hatred!"

The two started arguing, and Lambis did not continue to bid, while the auctioneer said quickly: "The price of 1,500 yuan and 1,500 yuan is not high. You should know that there may be a Harley Motorcycle hidden in this warehouse. So I said 1,600 yuan and 1,600 yuan, is anyone accepting it?"

"Yes." Lambis continued to bid.

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

"Wow, Boss Fu is crazy?" The treasure picker immediately exclaimed.

Lambis seemed to want to increase the price, and Li Du reached out and grabbed Hans and said, "So that's it, follow me!"

As a result, when he said this, Lambis did not increase the price, but reached out to make a move to wipe his neck, mocking: "Want to leave? Two unlucky guys, are going to pay for this pile of garbage! You still want to play with picking up treasures? You should pick up shit!"

The auctioneer looked at everyone and continued to quote: "Will anyone accept the 2,000 yuan or 2,000 yuan?"

Hans looked at everyone expectantly, but there was a hint of annoyance on his face, as if he expected someone to increase the price to take the warehouse away.

Seeing this, the people watching the fun shook their heads.

The auctioneer shouted twice, no one increased the price, and then waved his hand to Hans: "Congratulations, Boss Fu, you took this precious warehouse!"

Hans suddenly became dejected, Lambis and his group burst into laughter, and a black man was shaking his butt at them, cursing: "Eat our fart, poor!"

The old process, paying money, opening the warehouse, and starting to pick up treasures.

It was still Hans who went to deal with Li Du. He picked up an electric fan and said, "If this is a try, I think it can be sold for fifty yuan. Of course, I can also give you a reward. I just performed well."

Li Du shrugged and said, "I'm just a rookie who just graduated from the New York Film Academy. You are the acting guy. In the end, your expectant and annoyed expression was simply amazing. Even Tom Hanks couldn't play this damn taste!"

Needless to say, the two of them had an argument just now was acting.

When he decided to shoot the fifth warehouse, Hans guessed that Lambis would compete for auction with him, and there were fifty or sixty people eyeing him.

In order to successfully acquire the warehouse, he designed this scene and first got involved in Lambis in the bidding process between the two so that others would not participate in the battle for the warehouse.

Lambis didn't have much money anymore. He had already taken three warehouses, and the fourth warehouse had no bid to prove this.

So Hans' fierce price increase made Li Du quarrel with him, giving the outside world a feeling that he was not interested in this warehouse but fighting with Lambis.

The price was a little higher, and Lambis didn't dare to follow him. He wanted to cheat Hans instead of actually buying this warehouse.

Their plan was ultimately successful, and buying Harley Motorcycle for 2,000 yuan is not expensive.

After packing up a lot of groceries, the warehouse became empty, leaving only a pile of cardboard boxes.

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

Li Du continued to act and hesitated: "I said, there is a 50% probability."

Hans carried a flat carton, and he opened the box and looked in, with an ecstatic expression on his face: "Dog shit! This is a tire! It is a tire!"

Li Du also pretended to be very excited and ran over to see him. Hans opened the box and showed his face with a large black tire with a rubbery smell and a shiny silver-white wheel.

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

His shouting was loud, and Lambis and his group came from Warehouse No. 4 next door and Warehouse No. 3 not far away.

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

Then, another tire, front, engine, fairing, seat and other accessories appeared. In a simple combination, the domineering and tough Harley-Bacon glided appeared in front of the group.

Seeing this, Lanbis spitted thick phlegm and cursed: "Damn it, it's really a guy who is shit. He's lucky, ha?"

Hans raised his middle finger at him: "Get out, siblings, we spent 2,000 yuan to photograph Harley. How much did you spend? Seven thousand? Eight thousand? What did you take? "

Lambis sneered: "We have two Yamahas in warehouse No. 1, and we may not earn less than you."

Li Du looked at him with a look of looking at the pen and said, "You are also a rookie? Can't you tell that those two Yamahas have no engines?"

After hearing this, Lambis and his party were a little panicked, but he was still a little bit like a boss and waved, "Don't believe this kid's words, let's clean up one by one."

The most valuable thing in Warehouse No. 3 is two scrapped motorcycles, which can be sold for 200 yuan for parts; Warehouse No. 2 is better, which has a motorcycle that is assembled by itself, which can be sold for 500 yuan for 600 yuan.

What Lambis and others were most looking forward to was Warehouse No. 1. After all, there were two brand new Yamahas. As a result, when they looked closer, they were stunned: This motorcycle really had no engine!
Chapter completed!