The three of them began to clean up the warehouse and according to the warehouse auction rules, they started to take action from valuable warehouses. Many treasure pickers stayed at the door of their warehouse to watch. Obviously, these people were very interested in the warehouses selected by Li Du and Hans.

Crane opened the door to Warehouse No. 11 and asked in confusion: "What's the warehouse?"

Hans patted his shoulder and said, "Just believe Lee's judgment, he has eyes made of gold burning."

A treasure picker said in surprise: "What? Eyes made of gold burning in flames? What are these eyes?"

"What he wants to say is the golden eyes of the gods in our Chinese legendary stories." A Chinese-looking treasure picker explained.

"Does there really be such eyes?"

The Chinese said hesitantly: "I used to conclude that this was just a story, but now it's hard to say. Li does seem to have sharp eyes."

Li Du ignored their whispers. He moved the box away. Hans first went to get the tool box for the carving knife. He opened it and said, "Let's take a look at it-oh, Sert, Sert!"

When he roared, the onlookers were excited, and almost everyone was crowded in:

"What's wrong? What's discovered?"

"Damn it, don't block me!"

"Who touched my butt with Xuete?"

Hans opened the toolbox to show them, laughed and said, "There are only some ordinary carved knives inside, you are being fooled."

Dozens of middle fingers were trees:

"Boss Fu, you a bad guy!"

"I wish you to see the dead soon!"

After teasing these people, Hans went to get the statue again and muttered: "Don't throw away this kind of garbage - Oh, Sertsertsertsertserts!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt the coldness and heaviness of the statue, and immediately realized how valuable these things that looked like garbage were.

The treasure picker was fooled by him once, and this time he became smart. Someone shouted: "Don't do this, Boss Fu, we will not be fooled again!"

Hans didn't care about them, he picked up a statue to show it to Li Du, and said excitedly: "Let's see what I found. This is definitely a work of art, absolutely a work of art!"

Li Du signaled him to calm down: "We have seen old treasure pickers who have seen strong winds and waves, don't make a fuss."

Stone sculptures with inflatable toys were moved out, and the treasure pickers outside were boiling:

"My God Dad, isn't this a trash toy? This is a damn statue!"

"I've never seen a statue of this style. Who did this? It should be quite valuable, right?"

"This is not a statue, my god, this is a clay toy! I will never admit my mistake, this is Bret Cohen's clay toy!"

Li Du didn't know what this was. When he saw the tools such as carvings and knives, he thought it was a stone carving. It seemed that it was not what he guessed.

There were more than fifty clay toys in the warehouse. He took a red triceratops and handed them to the middle-aged man who recognized them, and said, "Tell me their exact identities, and I'll give you one."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed: "Really?"

Hans knew the middle-aged man, and he asked first: "Carter, how much is this thing worth?"

Middle-aged Carter said frankly: "Different sizes and different values, but one can be sold for at least a thousand yuan. If you buy it in a clay restaurant in New York, the price will double."

After hearing this, a group of Taobao people took a breath of cold air and the cold wind started to whimper.

Li Du handed him the Triceratops and said, "Tell me, the answer is satisfying us, it is yours."

"This guy is so generous." Someone muttered.

Another retorted: "If I had so many good goods, I would like to give each of the guys present."

Hans stared at him and said, "Hey, little Ross, don't let go of the mouth. These things cost 1,000 yuan in total. You must have assets of 50,000 yuan. So how about giving us one thousand yuan?"

Ross, little, left in shame without saying a word.

"We know that using the right tools and craftsmanship can make ceramics colorful, no longer just a pile of clay. Brett Cohen is an expert in this field, he is a master of urban ceramics."

"Is this the master's work?" Hans asked interrupted.

Carter shrugged, "Yes, but the master is still alive, and he is in his prime, and he likes to make such interesting gadgets, so you can't expect his work to be worth a lot of money."

"Listen to him." Li Du waved his hand.

Carter coughed and continued, "Brett likes children very much, so he created a series of animal toys from clay. Interestingly, they look exactly like soft inflatables."

"Look, to complete these creations, Coin made many wrinkles, folding all the lines that should be inflated - its seams. The fine wrinkles on the dinosaur's body, arms and legs were to mimic the shape of the plastic material after being stretched and pulled. Isn't it very realistic?"

The onlooker sighed: "It's just like the real thing, we've all been cheated."

Carter touched the clay triceratops and said, "Yes, he also put on a layer of shiny glaze to make the toys more realistic, as if they were smooth soft plastic. Boss Fu was right, they were works of art, not just toys."

Li Du nodded and said, "Very good, the artwork in your arms belongs to you."

Carter smiled and said, "You are so generous."

This is the result that Li Du wanted. He found that he and Boss Fu were excluded by treasure pickers. This is not possible. This industry needs connections and resources.

But this is how people are. If someone is better than themselves, they will become jealous. Only when they are much better than themselves will they turn jealousy into admiration.

Before Li Du and Hans' status had grown to the point where they needed to admire the treasure-picking people, they had to lower their attitude and make friends with these people, and then use the experience of their ancestors' struggle: win over a group, isolate a group, and defeat a group.

The most valuable thing in this warehouse is more than fifty clay artworks. Hans wrapped it in cartons and torn clothes and put it on the car. They quickly cleaned it up and then went to the last warehouse.

The treasure pickers were still following behind. When they passed the second garbage warehouse, Little Chelch was working shirtlessly.

This scene made the treasure pickers burst into laughter:

"Little Chelch, what are you doing with your butt sticking out? This is very similar to a hen that digs for insects."

"Haha, man, you have become a porter, a good porter, keep working!"

"I look like a cleaner. Man, Li and Boss Li have harvested tens of thousands of dollars of artwork!"

Little Chelch grabbed a broken chair and threw it at the door, cursing: "Fak, you damn idiots, don't you sway in front of me, go and eat shit!"

Li Du did not have the idea of ​​stepping on him, and the gap in identity was too big, so it would be embarrassing.

The last one valuable warehouse was Barbie dolls and other toys. The people who picked up treasures were looking forward to it, and finally found that only some toys were worth a little money, they left disappointed.
Chapter completed!