Chapter 3 Flea Market of Georburg

The second morning.

The flea market of Georburg was already full of people.

Seeing the overcrowded situation, Hans's face suddenly collapsed. He went to talk to his insiders.

When he came back, he looked like a dog that had failed in courtship.

"The warehouse manager is so disgusting that he had spread the inside information. A group of treasure hunters from other cities have rushed over, and even some ordinary tourists who dream of making money have heard the news."

Watson smiled indifferently. Now he just wanted to verify if he could see the return rate on the auction of the warehouse.

If he can, even if the owner of the warehouse came to auction in person, he might not be able to get any benefit from Watson.

Not only did Hans have a problem with the auction, but also everyone presented was unwilling to see the current situation.

After a while, the auctioneer of the warehouse came and the auction of the warehouse began.

This time, the auction items were ten warehouses, which were densely packed with cobwebs and covered with a thick layer of gray. People could only judge from a corner that these were old and abandoned furniture.

As for the rest, Watson couldn't tell anything as a layman.

The rules of the auction were very simple. Standing in the red line, one could only see and not touch. The administrator would auction these displayed warehouses according to the order.

The auctioneer would bid through gestures, and the administrator would make a quick bid.

After making the rules clear, a large group of inexplicable tourists were itching to have a try.

After lingering in the ten warehouses which were about to be displayed for a while, Hans gave a hint to Watson that he could follow the bid to have a try, but remember not to get caught in too much and kept an eye on what was good inside.

Only those that were of collection significance can be admitted as antiques. The rests were only old furniture and scrap metal.

"The first one to be auctioned is the abandoned warehouse No. 53. The starting price is 300 dollars."

Hearing the starting price of 300 dollars, some tourists who wanted to get something others ignored immediately felt nervous, and many of them had the intention to give up.

"Here, 300 dollars." Watson quoted first.

"This gentleman quoted 300 dollars, any more bid?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent number appeared on the warehouse

The rate of return: about 2 folds

In other words, this abandoned warehouse was only worth 600 dollars as it was 2 folds.

"400 dollars!" Another tourist in beach pants said.

"I'll give you 500 dollars." Watson continued.

“650 dollars!”

The tourist was not to be outdone.

Watson stops bidding decisively.

"This gentleman quoted 650 dollars. Any more?"

"Any other bid?"

After quickly asking twice, the manager concluded the deal with 650 dollars decisively.

After paying the money on the spot, the tourists' friends rushed in excitedly, and the warehouse was dusty for a while.

Watson also wanted to see what they had bid, which is worth 600 dollars.

But soon they ran out in dejection. Apart from several old desks and a pile of cheap office supplies, the only valuable thing was an old ink pen.

Seeing this, Watson asked Hans, "How much do you think these things are worth?"

Hans made a gesture of 500 dollars with his fingers.

"Well, I can sell their stuff for 500 dollars, but they can only sell them for about 300 dollars if they deal with it by themselves."

Watson nodded, using the price Hans estimated to calculate the rate of return, the result was almost the same as the rate he saw.

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"Now we are going to auction warehouse No.55. We start at 500 dollars. You can start to bid now!"

Something embarrassing happened. At that moment, the bidding quieted down. Everyone waited and see but did not quote a price.

This auction is really too cheating, the previous warehouses were full of old, moldy furniture. The enthusiastic tourists immediately calmed down and stopped bidding rashly.

Noticing that he could get something others ignored, a big guy quoted expressionlessly, "500 dollars."

Seeing that Watson was itching to have a try, Hans was too late to stop him. Watson quoted, "550 dollars."

The rate of return: about 3 folds

Hans hurriedly whispered in Watson’s ear, "The big guy is the one who set me up. Please calm down and don't piss him off."

Watson can't help looking at the guy who seems really not easy to deal with. He has fierce-looking and his arms were full of tattoos.

If it was in the past, he would definitely not provoke such a bad guy. However, now he had a golden finger, which could see the return rate, of course, he would have tripped the guy up and vented his anger for Hans.

"What are you looking at, brat? I'll beat you to death."

The big guy clenched his huge fist, which was indeed very deterrent.

Watson smiled scornfully and provoked, "Come on, my head is right here. If you don't beat me, you are a coward."

Then he stretched his neck through the crowd.

Both the big guy and Hans were confused. Shouldn't a normal person just keep his head down?

Where does the man I haven’t seen before come from?

"Damn it! You're not afraid of death! Just wait and see. You'll die. "

Under the watchful eyes of the public, there was nothing they could do with Watson. The security guards on the scene could not get their salary for anything.

"Okay, I'll wait."

"1000 dollars!" Watson said in a tit-for-tat tone.

Hans felt that his buddy had changed a lot, he had a kind of indescribable confidence, and Hans was also inwardly moved. Of course, he knew that Watson was doing it to vent his anger for him.

"Ha-ha, I quit!" The big guy gave a smug smile. In the auction industry of the warehouse, he was the only one who tricked others. In his eyes, Watson was just a contemptible scoundrel.

To irritate him and make him bid at a high price, it was impossible for such a rookie like Watson to succeed.

"Deal!”

Hans didn't say anything more. After Watson paid, he called his friend to check the goods in the warehouse.

"Wow, there is a motorcycle. It's a little out of style but well-maintained. I guess it can go on the road."

The words of Hans immediately attracted a large group of people. One of the treasure hunters immediately shouted, "Friend, I'll pay 1200 dollars, and please sell it to me."

Hans estimated the price in his heart and gave a hint to Watson which meant that it could be sold.

He paid the money with one hand and delivered the motorcycle with the other hand. The buyer obviously recognized the style of the motorcycle and said happily, "The brand has gone bankrupt. In a few years, the price of this motorcycle will be at least several times higher."

Knowing that the motorcycle was valuable for collection, Watson didn't think it was a pity. He couldn't afford to wait for a few years, and he didn't specialize in the collection.

"My friend, our Sid Auction House is a professional auction house. Nice to meet you. You can ask me for anything you want to auction, and if you find anything good, you can contact me, too." The man left a business card and rushed to the next auction house.

"It's sold for 1700 dollars in all."

Watson is very satisfied with this, which is a little higher than the expected return of 3 folds.

The big guy, who was waiting to laugh at Watson, was dumbfounded. It turned out that I was the fool?

He felt that the freshman in front of him was really lucky. He wouldn't be so lucky next time.

Before leaving, he glared at Hans, as if he was going to make his life difficult afterward.