"Okay, the observation is over. The starting bid for this warehouse is ten dollars, and each increase will be no less than five dollars. The bidding begins!"
However, for a long time, no one spoke.
Everyone is not a fool, and it can be seen that this warehouse has almost no value.
What you see are all the second-hand goods that others have left at the door to be picked up, and there are even some things that should be in the trash can.
That's why the administrator offered a super low price of ten dollars.
He himself felt a little unlucky. It seemed that he would never be able to return to this warehouse.
So the administrator turned his attention to Zhu Yu.
This new Chinese guy seems to be a rich man.
Will he pay to take pictures of this warehouse?
"Ten dollars, ten dollars! For just ten dollars, you can pick up leaks in this warehouse! Maybe there are treasures hidden by the original owner! They always put things in inconspicuous corners to avoid others noticing..."
The administrator started to promote it. Even if it was sold for ten dollars, at least it would save the cost of cleaning the warehouse, wouldn't it?
It would cost at least dozens of dollars to hire someone to clean up the trash!
"Okay, ten dollars!" Zhu Yu seemed to be unable to help but raise his hand.
"Yo yo! Did you see that this Chinese man bid ten dollars? Is there any increase in price? Ten dollars! Ten dollars! Is there any increase in price? Is there any?"
"No more, no more!" The bearded man said impatiently, "Hurry up and end the auction, we have to look at the next warehouse!"
The administrator helplessly said to Zhu Yu:
"Okay, ten dollars, congratulations!"
After paying the money and signing, Zhu Yu had the right to clean up the warehouse.
There were two warehouses to be photographed next, but Zhu Yu did not follow them.
He felt that his luck was almost used today. Even if I go there next time, I probably won’t be able to find anything good.
When those people left just now, the bearded man showed contempt for Zhu Yu.
Obviously, he felt that Zhu Yu was just asking for trouble when he spent ten dollars to buy this warehouse!
Zhu Yu didn't care at all about such a provocation with obvious acting elements. What he cared about was what was under the blanket!
After all those people left, Zhu Yu walked into the warehouse.
The things in this warehouse are so broken that there are no people to watch the fun.
Zhu Yu walked inside, pinched his nose and opened the bedclothes, and then his eyes widened!
Under this bedding, there are four stacks of U.S. dollars neatly placed!
The one with a face value of one hundred dollars does not look like a new bill, but it is very clean and tidy.
Zhu Yu just glanced at it and immediately bent down to pick up the banknotes and put them into his pocket.
Then, he thought about it, took out one of them, and quickly walked out in disgust.
It seems that even if you stay for a second longer, you can get a lot of dirt on your body.
Even so, Zhu Yu felt itchy after leaving the warehouse!
I wonder if there are any parasites like lice here...
Obviously, this place is indeed the residence of a homeless man as Zhu Yu had guessed before.
Just why did this homeless man keep so much money?
Where has this homeless man gone?
It could be seen from the contents of the pot and the towels rolled up on the bed that the people who lived here left in a hurry.
Not even the food in the pot was eaten.
Was it an accident?
Zhu Yu made random guesses.
At this time, someone came over from a distance.
Zhu Yu remembered that this person was one of the bidders just now.
But from beginning to end, he never raised a card once.
Looking at this young man with brown skin, his clothes are not old, and he is not very energetic. He does not seem to be a rich man.
Zhu Yu stopped him:
"Hey! Bro, is the auction over there over?"
"No." The brown-skinned young man stopped and said: "The auction of a warehouse ended. I didn't take the photo. There was another warehouse at the end. I felt there was no hope, so I planned to go back."
"So, there is a job here, do you want to do it?" Zhu Yu pointed to the warehouse behind him.
"What do you mean?" the young man asked puzzledly.
"How about you clean it up, put the trash in the right place, and get a hundred dollars?"
From the last time he met the white girl, Zhu Yu knew that not everyone who came to participate in the warehouse auction had money.
Some people may not even have a hundred dollars!
When the young man heard "one hundred dollars," he hesitated.
To clean or not to clean?
There were footsteps behind me.
The young man nodded immediately:
"I agree!"
"Okay." Zhu Yu put away the hundred dollars, pointed to the front and said:
"I'm going to deal with the things in warehouse No. 17. After you finish cleaning, go find me there."
He won't give you money first.
Here, you gave the money to the young man. Next step, there is a 80% chance that when you come over to take a look, everything in the warehouse is there, but the young man is missing.
The so-called contract spirit promoted by capitalists and public intellectuals is based on the premise of strict laws and extremely severe punishments.
Here, it's useless.
Zhu Yu returned to Warehouse No. 17 and opened the locked iron door.
Inside is a closed doomsday fortress that looks like an oil tank.
There is another door that is locked.
When Zhu Yu's Sky Eye was opened, he saw that the thickness of the outer steel plate in this oval space was more than one centimeter, and ordinary bullets could not penetrate it!
He opened the door and got in.
As soon as people enter, the lights come on.
The cans on the shelf were still within the shelf life. As for the guns, Zhu Yu looked at them. M24, M16, Glock 17, and the bullets were all matching. The gun in the dark box is a large-caliber Sand Eagle, the kind that most people don't use.
He picked up the telescope on the table and looked at it, and found that it actually had night vision!
This thing is not cheap!
Picking up the knife and playing with it in his hand, Zhu Yu put away the one that felt most comfortable.
Keep this thing for yourself!
Zhu Yu felt that this doomsday fortress alone could be sold for tens of thousands of dollars!
He walked out, locked the door, and called Old John.
"What did you say? Fortress of Doom? Where did you go?"
Old John felt that Zhu Yu was really capable of twisting things!
We just built a goods yard earlier, and now we are running to open a warehouse.
Actually opened a doomsday fortress?
But thinking about what Zhu Yu had fired before, Old John felt that he wouldn't be surprised if Zhu Yu fired a missile next time!
"...There are four guns and hundreds of rounds of ammunition inside, the models are... There is a generator, a night vision device, and a set of batteries... The entire fortress is welded with steel plates more than one centimeter thick... …”
After Zhu Yu explained the parameters of the Doomsday Fortress, Old John pondered for a few seconds before saying:
"Well, I do have people here who are interested in this stuff. With such a good thing, I don't think that guy from Oakley will insult him!
Just wait for the call!”
Zhu Yu put away his cell phone and saw the brown-skinned young man running over.
"Hello! The warehouse has been packed up. Can you go over and take a look?"
Zhu Yu didn't expect this guy to be so fast. He nodded and walked over.
Sure enough, the warehouse was very clean, and I didn’t know where the things in it were thrown.
"You won't throw things around, right?" Zhu Yu asked.
"No, no, no." The brown-skinned young man pointed outside and said:
"I called two helpers, and together they threw the things outside to the big trash can across the road. There were still some things left, and some homeless people were leaving."
"Okay, I believe you." Zhu Yu locked the door, took out a hundred dollars and handed it to the young man, "You have a great future, come on, young man!"
The young man was stunned for a moment, but after taking the hundred dollars, he said excitedly:
"Thanks!"
Then he turned around and ran away.
Zhu Yu went to the administrator and handed over the key to warehouse No. 17, and then received a strange phone call.
When he got through, he was thinking, how much money can this Oakley offer?
