Chapter 6 6. The Gaze of the Poor Ghost

The auction reached its climax in Warehouse 207, because there are packing boxes of massage chairs in this warehouse, and the boxes are well preserved. It is easy to think that the owner took the chairs apart and put them back in the packing boxes.

The final prices of the previous four warehouses were all a few hundred dollars, and the less was only more than a hundred dollars, which made Li Du feel that this business was a bit of a joke.

After discovering the massage chair packing box, a frenzied bidding war began, and he saw the brutal side of warehouse auctions:

"... 200 yuan, 200 yuan, 200 yuan, are you willing to pay 300 yuan, 300 yuan to buy this warehouse, but there are coveted treasures in it!"

"...The price is 1,500, 1,500, 1,500, are you willing to offer 1,600, 1,600, 1,600, very good, this gentleman bid 1,600, then the price is 1,700, 1,700, yes, now it is 1,700..."

"The price is 2,500 yuan, 2,500 yuan, 2,500 yuan, are you willing to offer 2,600 yuan? Very well, the price of 2,600 yuan has reached it, then let us be bolder, and I will quote 2,800 yuan, 2,800 yuan, 2,800 yuan..."

"4,000 yuan!" A black man who looked rather rich roared.

Hearing the price, Li Du was slightly surprised, and said, "The price is so high?"

Hans looked enviously at the few people who were still bidding, and said casually: "Of course, didn't I tell you? This Kessler massage chair is called a multi-functional electric space capsule, and it costs 20,000 yuan to buy a new one." !"

Warehouse 207 was eventually taken over by a rich black man at a price of 6,500 US dollars. Watching him triumphantly go to lock the warehouse, Li Du responded with pity:

There is no massage chair in this packing box, but some financial books and magazines inside. I guess the owner thinks that the box is big, and it will look tidy if it is used to cover the books.

Warehouse 208 contained only rubbish. This warehouse passed the auction, and it finally fell to 50 yuan.

Li Du raised his eyebrows at Hans, and said, "Hey, Boss Fu, how about taking down this warehouse?"

Hans was taken aback: "What's in it?"

Li Du pointed and said, "Look, there is a TV cover over there. I think there is a TV under it. The TV alone costs more than fifty dollars, right?"

Hans said, "What else?"

"There are still things that I have to pack up and look at later."

"That is to say, you only see a product that may preserve your capital now? Then don't shoot! We can take risks, but the purpose of taking risks is huge profits. Why should we do such a risky business?" Hans shrugged .

There are some good things in the last warehouse. Hans shook his head regretfully after shaking the wolf-eye flashlight at the door.

Li Du said: "What's wrong?"

"If my car was still there, I'd take a picture of this warehouse, and there's a box in there, see? I think it's a gun box, and there might be a nice old gun in there, and there's money to be made."

If you don't own a car, you lose the initiative.

They only have 24-hour ownership of the warehouse, and before the ownership expires, everything including the garbage inside needs to be removed.

In the end, what is left to the warehouse company must be a clean warehouse. If you only take away valuable things and leave garbage, then you will never want to participate in this warehouse company's auction in the future.

Therefore, if there is no car, it will be difficult to carry garbage.

The last warehouse auction sold for 1,500 yuan, and Hans was obviously not the only one who saw the gun box.

After the auction was over, Hans went to pay the money. The warehouse company required all cash transactions and did not accept online transfers.

After paying the money, the receipt they got from the auctioneer had an extra stamp on it, and they were ready to work.

Next door to them, a rich black man opened the warehouse first. He went straight to the huge packing box, first reached out and hugged it for a try, and then he was overjoyed: "It's heavy enough, there's something inside!"

The packing box was opened, and a large pile of books and magazines fell out.

Suddenly, the black man was dumbfounded.

Hans and the others who were watching outside smiled. Obviously the massage chair is not here, and they still have a chance.

Li Du helped to pack the things, Hans waved his hand and said, "No, brother, for God's sake, you can do it."

This moved Li Du very much: "Thank you, Boss Fu, but you don't need to take care of me like this..."

"Damn, who's taking care of you? Don't talk in such a damned, sentimental tone! I'm worried that you don't understand anything and miss something valuable!"

Upon hearing this, Li Du decisively extended his middle finger: Fuck you.

"This chair is not bad. It can be placed on the left side of the door. I guess it can sell for 50 yuan. Well, the bookshelf is also good, and 50 yuan is fine..."

"Unfortunately, damn it, this safe is broken and has to be thrown in the trash. Oh, my God, bad luck, this oven is broken too."

While shaking his head, Hans opened the tarpaulin in front of him, and then, a leather massage chair with a golden shell appeared in front of him!

Because the warehouse is airtight and there is no dust in itself, and it is covered by tarpaulins, the golden shell of the massage chair is as new as before, bright as a mirror, and it is very well preserved.

Hans was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Fake! Fake! Fake! Ahhh, massage chair, massage chair! The massage chair was photographed by me!"

Hearing his cry, the bidders next to him hurriedly looked over and saw the huge brand-new massage chair, all showing expressions of envy and hatred.

Especially the rich black man, it seems that he can't wait to come and grab this massage chair.

Once the chair is in hand, other small items are not important.

Hans called a van to come over, they moved the things up, cleaned the warehouse and left before dark.

After getting home and unloading the chair, Hans connected the plug to the power source, then rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Let me see how cool the 20,000 yuan massage chair is!"

When the switch was turned on, the LCD screens on both sides of the deputy turned on. Hans sat up and pressed the start button. He was waiting for a refreshing massage with joy, but the chair did not move.

Seeing this, Li Du became anxious: "Xue Te, isn't it broken?"

Hans said firmly: "Impossible, God let us take pictures of this chair to change my business fate, so he wouldn't give us a bad chair. Wait, I'll check the usage tutorial online."

After fiddling for a while, he looked at Li Du in frustration: "According to the instructions in the manual, the motor of this thing is indeed broken! Damn it, that's why I don't believe in God, he's not reliable at all!"

"Then what to do? Repair?"

"It's the motor that's broken, that is, the master control engine. It will cost at least 3,000 yuan to repair it. Do you have 3,000 yuan?"

"Didn't you mortgage your car? Don't tell me your car doesn't even have a mortgage fee of 3,000 yuan!"

"Yes, the car was mortgaged for 2,500 yuan, and now there is 1,000 yuan left. Do you have 2,000 yuan?" Hans looked at Li Du expectantly.

Li Du took out his wallet and showed it to him: "I don't even have the five coins for riding a horse!"

The two looked at each other, and both understood the meaning of a word from the other's face: poor ghost!