After paying more than 10,000 yuan to get the warehouse, Andrew stared at Li Du strangely, frowned tightly. Obviously he didn't know why Li Du bought this warehouse.

The other treasure pickers didn't know, but the next warehouse was opened and everyone rushed over without paying attention to his actions.

According to the process, Li Du wanted to close the warehouse and replace it with his own lock. He asked Hans and the Playboy to queue up first, while he was delayed until there was no one else to close the door.

Before closing the door, he went in and quickly opened the TV, took out the treasure-level short knife dagger inside, then stuffed it into his bag to install the TV, and then locked the door and left.

When Hans saw him carefully bringing the bag back, he kept looking at it secretly, and asked, "What did you get?"

Li Du winked: "Don't talk, a baby."

Hans said strangely: "You like it very much?"

Li Du took advantage of no one's attention and pulled him into a corner, then opened the box, and the jewel-like dagger revealed his true face.

Hans took a deep breath: "Sher! But is the gem on this thing real? If it is true, who would throw such a priceless treasure in the warehouse without any hesitation?"

Li Du shook his head and said, "I don't know. Anyway, I saw it, so I was determined to take down the warehouse."

As he said, he couldn't help but stroke it with his hands. This was the first time he had touched a treasure-level item so far, and he really couldn't let it go.

Hans said: "If it's true, then this thing can't be sold..."

He shook his head and asked suddenly, "Li, you like it, don't you?"

Li Du said for granted: "Who wouldn't like it?"

Hans asked slowly, "Do you want it? Save it?"

Li Du shrugged. He was not short of money for the time being. He didn't want to sell the knife because he knew it was true. If it were not for the morality of the world, he would not show Hans the knife, but would have ignored it. Anyway, Hans would not know.

Hans also realized this and saw Li Du’s reaction, he said: “Okay, according to the agreement, you come across something you like very much, and it belongs to you.”

Li Du laughed and said, "You really think so? Are you willing to bear it?"

Hans laughed, saying, "To be honest, I like it too. If I get it, I won't sell it, but I'll treasure it. But obviously, you're more suitable to collect it than me."

He knew very well that in their team, although he and Li Du cooperated, the dominance was in the hands of Li Du.

The two were talking in a low voice, and the Arabs rushed back with a few strong companions, and then the locked door was waiting for them.

A big bearded man with a wide nose and broad mind sternly said: "Azamu, what's going on? Tell me what's going on?"

The middle-aged Arab who had bid before said panic: "I don't know, Fahard, no, I know what's going on. It's the auction of this warehouse that has ended..."

"Damn it!" Fahad, a bearded man, raised his foot and kicked Azamu, yelling, "Am I blind? Of course I know the auction is over! I am! Ask! How do you deal with this matter!"

Azamu got up in a panic and said, "I know, I know how to deal with it. But the warehouse was auctioned off and the warehouse winner has not cleaned up yet. We just need to take it back from him!"

Fahard kicked the door hard, kicking the roller shutter door with a bang, and cursed: "I'm really a ghost! You stupid donkey, what a simple thing you messed up!"

Azham said aggrievedly: "I didn't expect that so many people would be interested in the warehouse. This warehouse is obviously worthless!"

After hearing this, Fahard wanted to curse people. A strong man next to him stopped him, then frowned and said, "What's going on? There is nothing valuable in this warehouse at all. Why do they bid like this?"

"Will anyone know that we have put the Gaddafi copywriting saber inside?" asked a young man with a gloomy eyes.

The strong man glared at the young man, raised his foot to kick him, and said gloomyly: "You know so much!"

Fahard stopped the man and gave a wink to the young man, saying, "Shut up Zamale, shut up!"

The youth's expression became ugly, but he seemed to think of something. After his face changed, he lowered his head and closed his mouth honestly.

Azamu thought for a while and said, "Maybe a group of rich people participated in the auction this time, and the first warehouse sold a price of 165,000 yuan."

Fahard said in surprise: "What? Sixty-five? Allah is on it, what is in the warehouse? So valuable?"

Azamu said awkwardly: "I don't know much about this. You know, it's the first time I've participated in such an auction."

Fahard looked at the strong man and said, "It seems that warehousing and auctions are a profitable industry and can also whiten some things. Then, our tribe should join in."

Azamu nodded and said, "Yes, as far as I know, this industry can indeed make money, and many Americans have made a fortune by making money."

"Then why didn't you report earlier?" The strong man slapped Azamu's face and directly knocked him to the ground.

It was hot and they were waiting for the warehouse winner to come back in the shade of the next warehouse.

The auction did not end until twelve:30 noon.

After Li Du and others paid the money, they did not clean up the warehouse first, but went to have a meal first.

While eating, the playboy asked curiously: "What did you see in Warehouse No. 62? Why did you keep bidding?"

Li Du ate the burger and said, "I saw nothing. I bid because I found that the Arabian was very concerned about the warehouse. I think he knew what was in the warehouse."

The playboy said, "So you are still a master who plays with people's hearts."

Hans helped Li Du change the topic and said, "I'm still looking forward to the things in the second warehouse more. Man, 31,000 yuan, that's 31,000 yuan!"

The playboy said, "What's there? I have more than 160,000 warehouses."

When Li Du saw someone buying a warehouse at such a price, he sighed: "Is there any profit to buy a warehouse of 165,000 yuan?"

The playboy smiled confidently and said, "Of course, the things inside can be sold for at least 180,000 yuan. If I find the right person, I can sell for more than 200,000 yuan."

Speaking of this, he continued: "But even if you can only sell 180,000, it would be better than returning empty-handed, isn't it?"

Li Du nodded, and after drinking the iced orange juice, he threw away the cup, and said, "Okay guys, it's time to go to work!"

The name of Playboy's "Young Master" is not something he has. His behavior does have the style of a noble master. He naturally does not need to deal with the warehouse. He brought two porters.

Li Du and Hans cleaned up the second warehouse first, and there were obviously more valuable things in this warehouse.

The playboy came over and said, "If you need help with these things, then I think I can provide you with channels, don't be polite to me."

Today, the two sides worked together to deal with Andrew, which made him lose nothing in the end. Playboy felt very happy about this, so naturally he had a better impression of Li Du and Hans.

Li Du said: "Okay, can these clothes be handled?"

The playboy said: "It is not easy to deal with. The best way is to repackage and list it and then send it to Asia and Africa for sale, as a new product and then sell it at a discount, so that it can sell at a price."

Li Du said: "Then you can package and list it for sale at a discount."

The playboy smiled bitterly and said, "But your amount is too small, which is not worth it. Are you willing to spend more than a month and earn two or three thousand more yuan?"

Li Du shook his head and said, "Then forget it."

It is not easy to pack up things like clothes, trousers, shoes and hats. Li Du and Hans were folding and wearing clothes there, and they were sweating profusely.

Godzilla moved all the cabinets and Hans said while folding his skirt: "Be careful brother, be careful, we will count on these cabinets to make money."

At this time, a "bang bang" sound came from a cabinet. Godzilla stopped, opened the cabinet and looked inside, subconsciously took a step back, shouting, "Don't shit!"

"What's wrong?" Hans asked, standing up.

Godzilla said, "There are snakes!"

Hans said in shock: "There is a snake? How could my brother, even if there is a snake, he would be killed by heat even if he stays in the warehouse..."

Li Du said calmly: "That's not a real snake, Godzilla, don't worry, take it out."

Godzilla scratched his head, and he squatted down and looked for a while before laughing, "It's not a snake, it's a wallet."

He reached out to take out a wallet, which was wrapped in a layer of gray-brown snake skin, and there was a realistic snake head at the buckle.

No wonder Godzilla was scared. The snake's head was lifelike, with its mouth open and its hideous fangs exposed, and its eyes were shining with scarlet red, like a living snake.

Li Du smiled and said, "This is a good thing, man."

Hans reached out and said, "Let me see..."
Chapter completed!