Chapter 4 Amazing Return Rate

Watson took out 200 dollars from a stack of banknotes and handed it to Hans. Hans received and didn't hesitate to urge Watson to go to the auction of warehouse No. 58.

He had inside information that there was a real antique in No. 58.

Although this was a rumor from the warehouse manager, according to the value of the former few items in warehouses, the experienced people on the spot all showed a skeptical attitude.

The warehouse managers seemed to know that they had gone too far this time, some treasure hunters from afar were on the verge of madness. If they didn't take some first-aid measures, there is a high possibility that no one would pay for the following auction.

So the auctioneer said mysteriously on purpose, "It is said that the owner of this warehouse used to be a down and out artist. The previous items were all furniture in the old house, but his oil paintings are stored in warehouse No. 58."

In fact, he didn't need to tell them that because the crowd had already seen an oil painting in the corner.

These treasure hunters looked straight into the distance. The high beam light made the whole warehouse white. They were like sharks smelling the smell of blood, and their breathing began to accelerate.

The auction of warehouse No. 58 officially began. We start at 1000 dollars. ”

"1000 dollars!" Watson shouted.

A transparent prompt popped up from the covered oil painting warehouse:

The rate of return: 0.5 or so

Watson thought he see the wrong thing. The return rate is 0.5 folds, which means the value of the item in the warehouse is only about 500 dollars!

The oil painting was worthless.

Unfortunately, this group of treasure hunters had already lost their minds.

"I... 2000 dollars."

"Here, 3000 dollars."

"4000 dollars."

"6000 dollars." The big guy shouted. His voice was indeed intimidating, raising the price by 2000 dollars at once, making some people who were not rich enough hesitate.

When the auctioneer was checking whether there was a higher price.

In the resentful eyes of the big guy, Watson raised his hand and quoted: "8000 dollars!"

"Do you really have 8000 dollars?" The big guy questioned in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

The auction staff also emphasized, "If you can't pay the balance within 24 hours for the items you bid, you need to compensate our loss..."

To put it simply, if he didn't give money, he couldn't see the goods and had to pay for the lawsuit.

"Of course I have!" With these words, Watson took out a large stack of cash. Everyone glanced at it and found that there were still thousands of dollars left.

The big guy was shocked and angry, unable to speculate Watson’s real financial resources. He gritted his teeth and quoted:

“10 thousand! I'll pay 10 thousand! Whoever pays more, these paintings will be his. ”

Everyone became silent. Although the paintings of the artist were tempting, they didn't deserve to take such a risk if he were just a little artist without fame.

"Deal!"

When the big guy paid the money, he glared at Watson and walked into the warehouse arrogantly.

Several experts who were familiar with paintings and calligraphy helped to identify the most conspicuous paintings.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

During the period, the big guy and his accomplices took out a few more paintings from the warehouse. His face became redder and redder, and his voice trembled with excitement.

However, as more and more oil paintings were dug out, the big guy's face gradually darkened.

Something was wrong. It is normal for an artist to forget a few paintings by accident, but which artist would casually pile up his works in a warehouse and abandon them.

The atmosphere became weird. The upset treasure hunters also noticed something wrong and smiled gloatingly.

The auction organizer of the warehouse was also stunned. They had originally believed that warehouse No.58 would definitely rekindle the enthusiasm of the buyer, but now it seemed that things were not going well.

Several volunteered experts shook their heads towards the big guy who was full of expectation.

"Twenty paintings, are they worth 20 thousand dollars?" The big guy can’t believe it and asked.

The experts still shook their heads, as if they wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.

"Then how much are they worth? There are 20 paintings!"

"There are 20 paintings!" The man shouted angrily.

The expert, who was spat by him, replied unhappily, "These paintings are worthless."

"Why do you say they are worthless?"

"They're very amateur paintings. It's not old enough, and it's worthless if it's not collectible at all."

All of a sudden, the big guy almost fainted as if heaven had fallen, he was almost breathless.

Ten thousand dollars was not a big deal. The problem was that it was too embarrassing. He would become the laughing stock of the industry when he was older. How could he still have a foothold in the field of warehouse auction?

He hated the market manager of Georburg. It took him a lot of money to buy the inside information of No. 58, and as a result, he bought a pile of waste. When he went back, he would inflict that guy.

As for the mindless man named Watson, Hans, and his beautiful younger sister, he would not let them go.

Noticing the murderous intent on the big guy, Watson just smiled. As long as he have the money, he would naturally have a way to deal with this kind of garbage.

Seeing that there was no fun to watch, the tourists and some treasure hunters who came from afar but returned with empty hands all chose to leave, cursing the auction organizer, making the heat of the auction drop to the freezing point.

The auctioneer and his deputy had no choice but to let the auction go on.

At this moment, Watson was in high spirits and had no intention of leaving. The big guy followed him with a murderous will.

"Warehouse No. 59, the starting price is 100."

"100 dollars.” Watson quoted preemptively again.

The rate of return: about 30 folds

Something great!