Chapter 1607: 1607. The Story of the Ward

Stein and his party stayed in the hospital for two and a half days, and the auction lasted for three days. When they were discharged from the hospital, the auction would be over.

But he and Gasol have no regrets, their goals are clear, as long as someone bids for them.

Sadly, they have to pay more: "Fuck, if we don't get hospitalized, if we can keep an eye on that damn container! Fuck, then I'll have a way of estimating the price everyone else is giving, and when the time comes We can take that box with just a little more!"

Sandler was outraged. To be on the safe side, they quoted a price of $200,000 for the refrigerated container, which is an amazing price for a refrigerated container.

There were too many containers, so it was impossible to conduct a regular auction, so the insurance company drew on the experience of large-scale storage auctions and came to a bidding auction.

The insurance company has prepared a series of boxes. The treasure hunters are interested in which container, write down the number and price, and put the bidding letter into the box.

Unlike other warehouse companies, insurance companies pay more attention to efficiency. They check the bids in the boxes every day. If there are new bids in a box, they will change the calculated price.

In this way, after the auction ended, it only took half a day, and the statistics were also over.

When the statistical results came out, the insurance company sent them to the winning bidder's mobile phone through a text message.

This is similar to the customs auction that Li Du participated in before. At that time, the customs also had containers, but the quantity was much smaller.

Lying on the hospital bed, Gasol lazily said: "I don't care, just spend more money, as long as you get the container, this little money is nothing at all."

Stein was also a little dissatisfied: "Damn Koreans, damn Korean idiots! Made, this crappy shipping company doesn't go bankrupt sooner or later, it only goes bankrupt when we have goods to ship! Damn, what did they say? Pay us by the frame? One hundred dollars per frame? Fark!"

The South American asked curiously: "Hey, Halim, what kind of oil painting is in the container? Since it is very expensive, why didn't you insure the price when you sent them on board?"

Gasol said angrily: "Insurance? How much does it cost? And once its value is exposed, how can we quietly send the painting to the United States?"

Stein glared at him, and said, "Shut up, Gordon, if it wasn't for you not keeping an eye on the Korean guy's shipping company in time, why would we spend 200,000 yuan to get this container?"

"What else can I do?" Gasol said dissatisfied.

Stein said angrily: "What do you think we can do? If we had known earlier that this damned shipping company was going bankrupt, we could have hired a ship to come up by ourselves. Don't wait until the opening period of the insurance company, and we would come on board and take away the oil painting by ourselves. !"

Gasol said helplessly: "You asked me to keep an eye on it, why should I keep an eye on it? The voyage of this ship is so far, I didn't keep an eye on it, I just watched it arrive at the port, who knew it just went to sea, their company Bankrupt?"

"You stare at the ass, you stare at the tits and ass of the girls on the beach every day!"

"Don't just talk about me, Halim, it's not my job, why don't you do it?"

Sandler waved his hand and said, "Forget it guys, stop arguing, the insurance company will send a text message today, and we'll just go and take this container away."

Gasol added: "Yes, we may not lose money. Most of the fruit in that container is not rotten. We can sell it and maybe make a profit."

After hearing this, Stein snorted: "Do you have time to stay here to process the fruit? We have to go back to Cuba quickly, this damn rumor is not over yet!"

Gasol said confidently: "Don't worry, my cousin will take care of everything. We have nothing to do in the United States. Now who remembers that there is a bankrupt elementary school in Flagstaff City?"

After arguing for a while, Stein took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but the mobile phone did not receive any messages.

He looked at the time, and it was almost noon, so he frowned and said, "Damn it, what's going on, I didn't receive the message, could someone pay a higher price to take that container?"

The South American shook his head: "Impossible, unless someone is crazy, a refrigerated container, even including the box itself, is worth less than two hundred thousand dollars!"

"But why haven't you received the text message yet?" Stein asked worriedly.

Sandler threw away the apple core in his hand and said, "Forget it, let me call and ask."

He called and chatted for a few words, with a strange expression on his face.

Stein's heart tightened, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Sandler said: "Bauer said that the text message notification has been sent out."

Stein's face suddenly changed: "I didn't receive the text message, Gordon, how about you?"

"Me neither." Gasol's face changed.

Sandler lowered his hands and said: "Don't worry, it's okay, guys, it's okay, even if someone pays a higher price to take down this warehouse, then we can contact him and spend thousands of dollars to buy the oil painting back. You guys I said that those oil paintings are of little value to others, right?"

Stein nodded: "Yes, that's for sure. We only found out its true identity by accident. But, damn it, it's not reliable after all."

Sandler was full of confidence: "It's okay, as long as they don't know the identity of the painting, they will definitely sell us a face. This is even better, and you can save 200,000 yuan."

Stein said: "Don't ask so many questions, ask who bought the container for how much?"

Sandler lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, and said, "Bauer sent me a document containing the transaction prices of all the warehouses. He said that customer information should be kept confidential, heh, keep it secret, we'll go to the ship to watch the container If you don't know... Falk!"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly let out an exclamation.

"What's going on?" Stein's heart rose to his throat.

Sandler rubbed his eyes and then looked at the phone, shocked: "The transaction price of this container is 10,000 yuan?"

"Which one?" Stein understood what he said, but couldn't believe what it meant.

Sandler handed him the phone: "Look, container IC0116, it was bought for 10,000 yuan!"

Gasol suddenly became anxious, and shouted: "How is this possible? Damn it! This is absolutely impossible, Nazario, didn't you put in a bid for 200,000 yuan?"

The South American stood up in shock and said, "Yes, absolutely right..."

"There must be something wrong, go and investigate this matter!" Stein said.

He put on his coat and opened the door, and suddenly various flashes of light appeared outside the door. The dazzling light made Stein unable to open his eyes.

At the same time, a loud voice sounded:

"Hello, sir, this is the West Coast Times. Are you Mr. Halim Stein, the former dean of Flagstaff National College?"

"Hi Mr. Stein, we are Arizona Free Information..."

"Inside is Mr. Gordon-DK-Gasol, associate dean of Flagstaff National College..."

"We are the police, the police in Flagstaff City, you give way, you give way..."