2.8 million bets 300,000. Is the industry so deeply involved?
Without thinking, Zhang Jing shook his head. He had money in his hands. After selling 9 tons of silver, he got back 6.12 million yuan.
Originally, there was 3 million yuan in the bank card, which was usually used to pay wages and maintain daily expenses.
The most recent large-scale land purchase cost 2.49 million, and about 30,000 was spent on Christmas, leaving a balance of 360,000.
The total cash balance is 6.48 million.
The money was kept for use. If the owner of Manor No. 1049 suddenly compromised, Zhang Jing needed to take out the money immediately, so he could only decline Kangxi's invitation.
After eating fast food and sitting in the driver's seat of the pickup truck, Xu Zehong called.
"I asked someone to identify the information you gave me. The content is related to improving the accuracy of boring machines. Although it is mechanical, part of it is a matter for mathematicians."
Zhang Jing didn't even know what a boring machine was, so he went straight to the core and asked: "How much is it worth?"
"Some of it is valuable. Do you have all the information?"
“Twelve cartons the size of microwave ovens, I don’t know if they are all there.”
Xu Zehong reminded, "Things are good things. If you trade them, you may get into trouble, such as espionage."
"Spy?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Commercial espionage."
Zhang Jing chuckled, "You're trying to scare me on purpose, right?"
"Forget it," Xu Zehong advised Zhang Jing, "don't take risks."
"Do you have a buyer?"
"some."
After receiving a positive answer, Zhang Jing drove the pickup truck and left the parking lot of the fast food restaurant.
He got off the car in a deserted place, transferred the information in the carton into the mithril space, and then ignited the fuel tank, causing spontaneous combustion.
The entire process was seamless and flawless, except for a used pickup truck.
Then he called the police and after finishing the chores, Zhang Jing went directly to the airport.
In the evening, get on the plane and fly to Xiangjiang.
It was dawn when we arrived at Xiangjiang International Airport sixteen hours later.
I left twelve boxes of information and received 400,000 yuan equivalent in Hong Kong dollars. I took another passenger flight to New York at noon, bought a ticket and transferred to Tacoma International Airport.
The whole process was completed in one go, with no trace of spring water.
After two days of flying and one day of jet lag, Zhang Jing crawled out of his warm bed. He couldn't stop making money. He had to participate in a warehouse auction today.
It's still No. 4755 Northeast Commercial Road, Seattle. There are nearly 10,000 large and small warehouses here.
One in 10 Citizen has a self-storage warehouse as a supplement to the cramped home space.
As you can imagine, this is a huge business, and as a result, tens of thousands of warehouse rental companies have been created.
And because we always lose money when clearing overdue warehouses, I don’t know when the warehouse treasure hunter profession was born.
After experiencing an auction, Zhang Jing already knew that the warehouse company would announce the auction information online a week in advance. If the city was not limited, there would be similar auctions almost every day.
Including private warehouses, airport luggage, port containers, etc.
This time Kangxi was also there. When he saw Zhang Jing, he introduced excitedly, "If you were not here the day before yesterday, I will bring out a water-suppressing beast from the Qing Dynasty!"
The dragon has nine sons, one of which is a water-suppressing beast. It usually lies by the water. It is usually a stone sculpture. It is not small and heavy. It is a good thing.
"Congratulations."
"I hope today is still mine and your lucky day."
"Thanks."
"Is this your dog?" Kangxi looked down at the big yellow dog Smart Dou and asked.
"Smartie, call someone." Zhang Jing shook the dog's leash.
"Bark~"
Smarty was wearing a muzzle, looked up at Kangxi and barked.
Kangxi chuckled, "This dog looks intelligent."
"Yes, he calls you uncle."
Kangxi smiled.
During the chat, people lined up to pay the deposit, and then the auction started.
The first warehouse is directly exposed and clearly visible. Under the dust cover is a motorcycle.
The exact type of motorcycle cannot be seen, even the wheels are covered.
"It seems to be a Harley." someone speculated.
Then someone added a blow, "Maybe it's just an ordinary motorcycle, otherwise it wouldn't be left here to gather dust."
Everyone was talking hotly.
Kangxi guessed, "It can't be a Longguo battery car, right? It's like a motorcycle."
Zhang Jing looked at Kangxi in surprise, and he was right.
The gold finger shows a three-dimensional metal pattern within five meters, and the 'motorcycle' under the dust-proof cloth has no engine.
The structure is very similar to a battery car, imitating a motorcycle.
But underneath the dust sheet, it gives people a cool, very deceptive silhouette.
"The starting bid is 500 meters, and every increase will be no less than 50 meters," the host shouted.
"one thousand!"
A redneck bid at the top of his lungs, thinking that shouting louder would have an advantage.
Everyone looked at the red neck. Normally, treasure hunters would not maliciously raise prices with each other. After all, we are ordinary people who need to eat.
Unless there is a situation, like now, 'revelation'.
And if there is a Harley under the dust sheet, one thousand is not enough.
Sure enough, someone immediately followed the price. After four or five offers, it had already risen to 3,000.
Zhang Jing increased the price to three thousand three thousand.
Everyone is chasing him. If Zhang Jing doesn't chase him, he will look weird.
"Five thousand!"
Everyone looked at the lunatic who bid five thousand. A tall and thin Asian with a particularly long face, it was Dateji Ming. He raised his chin provocatively at Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jingjue was confused and didn't recognize him at all.
This offer should not scare other treasure hunters. After three rounds, the price reached 6,500.
Zhang Jing increased the price by 300, bringing the price to 6800.
In order to raise the price, Dateji Ming added the price to 7,000.
Harley has many models of motorcycles. The 7,000-yuan model is not its high-end model, but it also covers many entry-level models.
A fat African man who looked familiar added fifty to the price of seven thousand.
Zhang Jing was silent and didn't follow. He just expressed his attitude and had no intention of actually buying it.
Kangxi stood by to help Zhang Jing sweat, and reminded him quietly in Mandarin, "There is a big pit here. I would rather miss it than chase the highs. The returns are not proportional to the risks."
After more than ten rounds of duel, the first warehouse was captured by Date Templeru for 9,700 yuan.
At this time, Dateji Naru, who had a slender face, proudly raised his chin towards Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing crossed his arms and watched him open the blind box.
Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount. Everyone was waiting at the door and watched Dateji Ming lift up the dustproof cloth.
As expected, the result is really just a cheap plastic-style battery motorcycle.
Date Temple's expression was ugly, and the scene was a bit unbearable.
In the next few warehouses, Zhang Jing just tried to bid without really intending to buy, but Dateji Naru made trouble every time.
This means that even if Zhang Jing really wants to buy something, it will be maliciously destroyed.
In order to protect his own interests, Zhang Jing could only punish the other party.
The fat African man who looked familiar took his fancy to a warehouse with various boxes and sundries inside.
It stands to reason that there is a high probability that the warehouse company will be cleaning the warehouse at a loss, but the fat African man intuitively told him that there was a treasure inside, so he increased the price all the way to 900 yuan.
At this time, there was no one bidding, so Zhang Jing increased the price by 10 yuan.
Seeing Zhang Jing's bid, Dateji Ming increased the price to 1,000 with the mentality of not being a good person.
Zhang Jing spread his hands, indicating that he was giving up.
The fat African man vomited blood and added another 10 yuan.
Seeing that Zhang Jing didn't increase the price, Dateji Narei said he didn't want it either. A house full of rubbish really wouldn't interest him.
Just like that, the fat African man spent an extra 1,110 yuan to take photos of the warehouse.
It was obvious that the fat African man was furious, but he could only endure it because no one broke the rules.
The fat African-American guy has a good temper, but the next person is not so nice.
