Chapter 73 73. Clay Artwork

The three began to clean up the warehouses, and according to the warehouse auction rules, they started with valuable warehouses first. Many treasure hunters were watching at the door of their warehouse. Obviously, these people were very interested in the warehouse Li Du and Hans selected.

Klein opened the door of Warehouse No. 11, wondering, "What's in this warehouse?"

Hans patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just trust Li's judgment. He has eyes made of burning gold."

A treasure picker said in amazement, "What? Eyes made of gold burned by flames? What kind of eyes are these?"

"What he wants to talk about is the golden eyes, the eyes of gods in our Chinese legends." A Chinese-looking treasure hunter explained.

"Are there really such eyes?"

The Chinese said hesitantly: "I used to conclude that this was just a story, but now it's hard to tell. Li really seems to have a sharp eye."

Li Du ignored their whispers, he moved the box away, Hans first went to get the carving tool box, he opened it and said: "Let's take a look inside—oh, Snow, Snow, Snow special!"

With his roar, the treasure hunters onlookers were all excited, and almost everyone crowded in:

"What's the matter? What did you find?"

"Damn it, don't get in my way!"

"Who is Xue Te touching my ass?"

Hans opened the toolbox to show them, laughed loudly and said, "It's just some ordinary carving knives inside, you've been tricked."

Dozens of middle fingers stand up:

"********** Boss Fu, you rotten person!"

"I wish you to meet the undead as soon as possible!"

After teasing these people, Hans went to get the statue again, muttering: "Throw away this kind of rubbish-oh, Shet Shet Shet!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt the coldness and heaviness of the statue, and immediately understood how valuable these things that looked like garbage were.

The treasure hunters were tricked by him once, but this time they were smart, and someone shouted: "Stop doing this, Boss Fu, we won't be fooled again!"

Hans didn't care about them, he picked up a statue for Li Du to see, and said excitedly: "Come and see what I found, it's definitely a work of art, it's definitely a work of art!"

Li Du signaled him to calm down: "We are old treasure hunters who have experienced big storms, so don't make a fuss."

Stone sculptures in the shape of inflatable toys were moved out, and the treasure hunters outside were boiling:

"My god dad, this isn't a junk toy? It's a goddamn statue!"

"I've never seen a statue of this style. Who made this? It should be quite valuable, right?"

"It's not a statue, my God, it's a clay toy! I'll never be mistaken, it's Brett Cohen's clay toy!"

Li Du didn't know what it was, he thought it was a stone carving when he saw carving knives and other tools, but it didn't seem to be what he guessed.

There were more than fifty clay toys in the warehouse. He took a red Triceratops and handed it to the middle-aged man who recognized their identities, and said, "Tell me their exact identities, and I'll give you one."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed: "Really?"

Hans knew the middle-aged man, so he asked first, "Carter, how much is this thing worth?"

The middle-aged man Carter said frankly: "The size and value are different, but one can sell for at least one thousand yuan. If you buy it in the New York Pottery Museum, the price can be doubled."

After hearing this, a group of Taobao people gasped, and the cold wind began to whine.

Li Du handed the Triceratops to him and said, "Tell me, the answer satisfies us, and it belongs to you."

"This guy is really generous." Someone muttered.

Someone else retorted: "If I have so many good products, I am willing to give one to each of the guys present."

Hans glared at him and said, "Hey, little Rose, don't talk about it, these things cost 1,000 yuan each, and the total is estimated to be 50,000 yuan. You must have assets of 50,000 yuan. How about giving each of us 1,000 yuan?" ?”

Little Rose left without saying a word.

"We know that with the right tools and technique, ceramics can be enriched beyond just a pile of clay," Carter said. "Brett Cohen is a master at this, and he's a master urban potter."

"Is this the work of a master?" Hans asked, interrupting him.

Carter shrugged and said, "Yes, but the master is still alive, and he is in his prime, and he likes to make such interesting gadgets, so you can't expect his works to be worth a lot of money."

"Listen to him." Li Du waved his hand.

Carter coughed and continued: "Brett loves kids, so he created a series of animal toys out of clay. The funny thing is, they look exactly like soft inflatable toys."

"Look, to make these creations, Cohen purposely made a lot of folds, folded all the lines that should be there when inflated - its seams. The tiny wrinkles on the dinosaur's body, arms and legs are meant to mimic the plastic material Is the shape after being stretched and pulled very realistic?"

The onlookers sighed, "It's just like the real thing, we've all been cheated."

Carter touched the clay Triceratops and said, "Yes, he also put on a layer of shiny glaze to make the toys more realistic, like smooth soft plastic. Boss Fu is right, they are works of art, no Just toys."

Li Du nodded and said, "Very well, the artwork in your arms belongs to you."

Carter laughed: "You are so generous."

This is what Li Du wanted. He found that he and Boss Fu were being squeezed out by treasure pickers.

But people are like this. If someone is a little better than you, you will be jealous. Only when you are much better than yourself, will jealousy turn into admiration.

Li Du and Hans had to lower their stance to make friends with these people before their status grew to the point where they needed the admiration of the treasure hunters, and then adopted the struggle experience of their ancestors: win over a group, isolate a group, and defeat a group.

The most valuable thing in this warehouse is more than 50 clay artworks. Hans wrapped them in cardboard boxes and rags and carefully put them in the car. They cleaned them up quickly and then went to the last warehouse.

The treasure hunters still followed, and when they passed the second garbage warehouse, Little Qierqi was working hard with his shirt off.

This scene made the treasure hunters roar with laughter:

"Little Chelsea, what are you doing with your ass pouted? It's like a hen digging for worms."

"Haha, buddy, you've become a porter, good porter, keep going!"

"I look like a cleaner, dude, Boss Li and Fu have harvested tens of thousands of works of art!"

Little Chelsea grabbed a broken chair and threw it towards the door, cursing: "Fuck, you bloody idiots, why don't you dangle in front of me, go eat shit!"

Li Du didn't have the idea of ​​stepping on him. The difference in status was too big, so it would be embarrassing.

The most valuable items in the last warehouse are Barbie dolls and other toys. The treasure hunters waited eagerly, and finally found that only some toys were worth a little money, and they left disappointed.

Of course, apart from disappointment, these people were more happy. Li Du and Hans didn't make a lot of money in the second warehouse, which made them more psychologically balanced.