Chapter 62 His Molasses

Style: Romance Author: nile riverWords: 2547Update Time: 24/01/10 12:03:02
The host glanced at the many participants.

"Take 5 minutes to observe the condition of the items in the warehouse. The premise is that the threshold cannot be exceeded; after taking the photo, the cash will be delivered. If there is no delay or arrears, you will leave the purchase and be willing to admit defeat;

Empty the auction warehouse within 2 days without leaving any scraps of paper, otherwise the cleaning deposit will be deducted. "

Zhang Jing understood.

To put it bluntly, this is a treasure hunter, no, it is a bet between a garbage collector and a warehouse company.

Warehouse companies trade the potential for treasure in exchange for free trash removal, while treasure hunters trade trash removal for the possibility of a quick fortune.

Similar to the situation in Longguo, there is no place to dump large pieces of garbage, and it is expensive to call a taxi, so it is simply auctioned.

Even if it is sold for one meter, the warehouse company will not lose money and save money on cleaning up garbage.

The host spoke very quickly, like pouring beans. While speaking, he opened the rolling shutter door of the first warehouse, and then stepped aside to let the buyers observe.

Ah!

Fortunately, Zhang Jing was far away from the entrance of the warehouse. There was a room full of broken wooden stools, broken cardboard boxes, a minimalist clothes hanger, and some dusty clothes.

Everyone also shook their heads.

Regardless of whether you can find treasures or not, the garbage alone will take a long time to clean up.

The starting bid is 1 meter yuan, and the price increase shall not be less than 5 meters yuan each time.

This house of garbage was finally bought away by a Hispanic man for 101 yuan, and he happily said that this was his luck, and he might be able to get rich.

I really don’t know what it means!

Sure enough, when he walked in and rummaged around, there was only a house full of garbage, and he was working for the warehouse company for free.

Then there is the next warehouse, which covers an area of ​​about twelve square meters.

The area is quite large, there are not many things, and it is very clean. There are only twelve microwave-sized cardboard boxes stacked against the wall.

Generally speaking, a clean and tidy warehouse has a slightly higher probability of getting good items than a messy warehouse.

Everyone was very interested, but the carton was closed so well that it was impossible to see or guess what was inside.

Zhang Jing was also very interested. Gold Finger showed that there were five meters of metal in front of him, and he only saw some used staples and book clips floating in the carton.

Obviously, there was some paper information inside the carton. Zhang Jing didn't know what the specific information was.

If you don’t know the information, you don’t know the value.

It can only be analyzed from the side.

The monthly rent for a 12-square-meter warehouse is about 90 yuan, so the information is probably useful, otherwise the owner would not rent the warehouse.

As for the issue of data changing hands, there is no guarantee that it is not arsenic~frost for me, but honey for another person.

If it is particularly useful to some people, it might be able to fetch a good price.

The most important thing is that there are only twelve boxes and they are very clean. There is no need to clean them or call the garbage truck.

If the information is no longer useful, it is convenient to just throw it away.

Other treasure hunters speculated that the cartons might contain designer shoes, and some idiots speculated that the boxes contained antiques.

There are also pessimists who speculate that the box is empty.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the bald host held up a blue folder and began to quote.

The starting bid is 10 yuan, and the price will be increased by no less than 10 yuan each time.

Although there was no sign on the outside of the carton, everyone was very enthusiastic and the price quickly reached 100.

Zhang Jingjia increased the price to 110.

A fat African-American boy raised his chin provocatively at Zhang Jingyang and added 150 to the price.

No one bid, so Zhang Jing increased the price to 160.

Although everyone was very enthusiastic, they actually didn't dare to bid. They claimed that there might be antiques in the carton, but no one really thought so.

"200!" The fat African guy increased the price.

Zhang Jing and the African-American fat boy are left to compete.

Zhang Jing increased the price to 210.

"300!"

The fat African-American guy thought there might be brand-name sneakers in the carton, which would be easier to carry.

"310!" Zhang Jing bid.

400!

"810!" Zhang Jing shouted.

"900..."

It's OK, the African-American fat brother blurted out. Before he finished speaking, he realized that the bid was too much, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Looking at the fat African man, Zhang Jing was worried that he was deliberately causing trouble for him, so he tried to increase the number to 910.

If the other party still follows, it means there is a personal grudge.

Fortunately, the other party did not increase the price, and Zhang Jing successfully took the photo of the small warehouse.

With one hand of money and another hand of goods, Zhang Jing handed the cash to the seller, entered the small gun store and opened the carton.

Sure enough, they were all materials and manuscripts. I opened one at random, and the content contained calculations and hand-drawn graphics, like mathematical materials.

Close the rolling shutter door and continue to the next warehouse.

This is a small warehouse filled with office equipment, including printers, desks, chairs, filing cabinets, etc.

Everyone stood outside the door and tried their best to search for every detail in the debris pile to evaluate the value potential of this small warehouse.

The transaction was finally completed at 2,300 yuan.

Zhang Jing didn't take any pictures. It takes a lot of time to deal with these things.

In the fourth warehouse, you can see some high-end new fishing gear when you open the door.

Anyone who plays fishing knows that equipment is not cheap, not to mention there are several sets in this warehouse.

It directly set off the auction atmosphere, and everyone rushed to bid. The final bid reached 3,500 yuan and the deal was completed.

Zhang Jing still didn’t take the photo and was still dealing with the trouble.

The fifth room is filled with garbage. Whoever takes the photo will be unlucky. Not only will he pay for it, he will also have to clean up the garbage for the warehouse company.

The sixth and seventh warehouses are not garbage. To Zhang Jing, they are almost like garbage.

I wasted a whole morning and didn't even see any wool.

Returning to the small warehouse where he bought the goods, Zhang Jing couldn't understand a lot of information because of his low education. He was worried about missing out on 100 million, so he used the old method of taking some photos and sending them to Xu Zehong.

It's still the old rule, and the appraisal fee of three hundred yuan will be transferred at the same time.

Xu Zehong was still awake in the middle of the night and was confused when he received the picture sent by Zhang Jing.

He is an expert in ancient documents and cultural relics. He does not understand profound mathematics or formulas, so he forwarded it to his friends and asked for help.

This good friend, Xu Zehong, is also a teacher at Xijiang University and an associate professor in the Department of Mathematics.

Open the picture. It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it. The more you look at it, the more surprised you will be.

....

It’s surprising that Zhang Jing didn’t know the content of the information.

After leaving the warehouse company compound, Zhang Jing thought he would go back to his home, but Kangxi proposed to leave after lunch. Panda Express happened to be next to it, and the two of them walked in.

It was noon and there were quite a lot of people eating.

"Hello, what do you need?" A white waitress wearing a red coat, black apron, and black peaked cap said hello while standing behind the glass dining table.

Zhang Jing ate Citi Chinese fast food for the first time. Faced with a dazzling cauldron of dishes, he could only point.

Stuffed eggplant, orange chicken, broccoli, hot and sour soup, the main dish is fried rice, a total of 14.5 yuan.

Kangxi is similar, if you order an extra piece of steak, it will cost you 17 yuan.

Sitting facing each other by the window, Kangxi chatted and said, "The hot and sour soup is good. It's hot. It's warm to drink on this day."

Zhang Jing guessed that Kangxi had other things.

He was not in a hurry, and neither was Zhang Jing. He tasted the hot and sour soup and it was indeed okay, but the taste was wrong and it was not pure Chinese food.

Overall, it's okay. After all, this is Citiland, and the taste is definitely more in line with foreigners.

"Sure enough, I still make money by flipping houses." Kangxi weighed about 200 pounds, had small eyes, and spoke a little breathlessly. "There are few good things in the warehouse."

Ten warehouses were auctioned today, and there were more than thirty bidders. Zhang Jing managed to get one, but Kangxi didn't get any.

Even if it's captured, it's probably just garbage.

"I think so too." Zhang Jingshen agreed. As long as Barbie's plan goes well, he can buy Manor No. 1049 at a robbery-like price and earn an estimated 20 million yuan from selling it.

Although unethical, it is legal.

Of course, Zhang Jing will also guard against someone jumping over the wall, so he always wears a body armor under his coat.

All firearms in the Mithril space are loaded and can be fired as soon as they are taken out.

After a few chats, Kangxi revealed the reason for meeting Zhang Jing today.

"There is a luxury house in Puget Sound. The bank auction price is 2.8 million yuan. I have done research and it is at least 600,000 yuan lower than the market price. We cooperate to buy it and simply renovate it. We can earn about 300,000 yuan. "