For 60,000 yuan, Carl, the bearded man, finally took the warehouse at this price.

Among everyone present, his information was the most accurate. He knew that Ferrari auto parts were in this warehouse, but he didn't understand why Li Du and Hans were so sure.

The reason why he provoked the two of them was to wait until he took a photo of the warehouse and use Ferrari accessories to embarrass the two of them. He thought at that time he only had the most accurate information.

If he had known that Li and Du had the same accurate news as they were, he would definitely not have angered the two of them in advance and established an enemy for himself early.

After all, he underestimated Li Du and Hans.

There is no medicine for regret in the world. He knew that he was upset at this time was useless, so he changed his mind and sneered at Li Du: "Boy, thank you for telling me the goods information in this warehouse."

Li Du showed a regretful expression and said, "You are rich, bastard!"

His appearance of giving in has made Carl feel very happy, and he felt that it was not so uncomfortable to spend more money to buy the warehouse.

Lanbis was even more happy and kept shaking his butt at the two of them: "Fakefakefakefakefakeright! The poor ghost's tears flow down, Phoenix is ​​our show, let our singing sound roar!"

Hans was singing around his neck: "This is really the most ugly rapper I have ever heard. Who can lend me a knife? I want to cut off his tongue!"

A new round of auction began, the warehouse next to it opened, and some auto parts appeared in front of everyone.

In this way, the people who picked up the treasures were even more convinced of the information about Li Du and Hans. Several people asked, "Hey, where did you get the news?"

Hans pointed to the sky and said, "Ask God, he will tell you the answer."

"Fake!"

"Three grams of oil!"

The bidding for this warehouse is still quite fierce. Although Li Du swore that Ferrari's accessories were in the previous warehouse, there were also racing parts in it. Is it true that his information is not accurate?

So the warehouse price rose from 1,000 yuan to 5,000 yuan. Li Du added a fire to it at the right time, and he called for 6,000 yuan.

When he quoted the price, the price continued to rise, and it only stopped until it rose to 10,000 yuan.

It was not worth buying a bunch of auto parts with 10,000 yuan, and Li Du shook his head and quit the auction ranks.

The price is located at 10,000 yuan, and a Mexican with a big waist and a round waist took the warehouse.

The fifth warehouse was opened, and a pile of curved wood appeared inside. The wood was a little decayed. Many termites climbed on it, and some treasure pickers left directly after seeing it.

In addition to wood, there are some backpacks and a flatbed cart. There is a backpack that is bulging and exposed with a tarp. Hans recognized it at a glance.

There were two high-priced warehouses in front of them, and the auctioneer was very satisfied. At this moment, he just wanted to finish the auction and then get his commission. Therefore, the bid for this warehouse is very low:

"The wood inside 200, 200, 200 is worth more than 200 yuan, so it's fair to see who wants who wants who wants who?"

The treasure pickers curled their lips and shook their heads. Some people hesitated to accept the price. Seeing this, Hans said first: "Don't do this old guy, this is a bunch of garbage. Who would buy it for 200 yuan? If you sell it for 100 yuan, he can help you dispose of the garbage!"

As he said that, he pointed at Li Du.

Li Du said laughing and cryingly: "Don't joke around, I'm not a cleaner..."

At this time, the auctioneer took a look at Hans's words: "Okay, if I didn't come up with 200 yuan, I would really sell it to the Chinese. Everyone saw that there were more than 200 yuan in wood in it and more than 200 yuan!"

"Give that Chinese man, let him clean you up." A black man shook his head and said.

The others also shook their heads, and a hundred yuan in the warehouse fell into Li Du's hands.

Li Du looked at the auctioneer pointing at him and quickly pushed Hans and said, "Fake, you framed me, Boss Fu! I won't clean up this warehouse, I want to clean up you!"

Hans smiled and said, "Damn it, no one is willing to pay? How about 150 yuan?"

The treasure picker had already gone to the next warehouse. Li Du winked at Hans and whispered: "We are such a damn villain partner."

"The Soviet iron fist punishes Phoenix, long live the communist and wife!" Hans laughed.

Ah Miao in Li Du's arms immediately jumped out. Li Du, who wanted to catch the cat and hit Hans, grabbed it and snatched it, and could only scold: "Shut up!"

After landing, Ah Miao looked at his hands and screamed twice. The fat hairy face was full of anger: I knew you wanted to cheat me!

The warehouse behind was opened, and when it was the two of them, Hans began to count:

"That red box looks a bit old and should be sold for five or six hundred yuan."

"Well, it's good. I saw two air cannon machines, and the repair shop will like them."

"What are those under the table? Is it a children's car or a small all-terrain car? Well, that's a toy car, and that's not worth the money..."

Finally, he estimated that the value of this warehouse was between 3,000 and 4,000 yuan, and it could be won with 2,000 yuan.

However, their cars were too small and there was probably no room after carrying the wood, so they could only shake their heads and give up on taking the filming.

When the warehouse auction was over, it was already afternoon. The people who had captured the warehouse quickly went to clean up, while the other treasure pickers came to watch and gain knowledge.

Among them, the one who watched the most was Kahl's warehouse, with thirty or forty people waiting to see his racing seats and steering wheel.

Carl opened the warehouse proudly and waved: "According to the key points, find Schumacher's seat and steering wheel for me, be careful, who ruined me and killed me!"

"Don't install Carl, this is not Schumacher's seat and steering wheel!" Someone said sourly when he saw that he was upset.

In the Formula 1 competition, only the car king Schumacher has a custom steering wheel, which is a tribute to him by all racing manufacturers.

There is no doubt that the price of a custom steering wheel is much more expensive than that of an ordinary steering wheel.

After taking apart one by one, the first thing I found was the racing seat, which looked like a small space capsule.

After taking out the seat, Carl quickly sat on it and shouted, "Sheet, it's so good. I feel like I'm lying on Rihanna!"

Lambis opened the box next to him excitedly. The overall blue steering wheel with colorful buttons and luminous disc appeared. He picked up his hands and shouted excitedly: "The steering wheel is here!"

The people who picked up treasures looked at them enviously and talked a lot:

"Shete, you can make money now, at least half of it."

"Not that much, but there must be 20,000 or 30,000, damn it!"

"It's a pity that I don't have that much money, otherwise I would definitely take a picture of this warehouse!"

"Hey, did I see it wrong? Why is there no wiring on this steering wheel? It's not a toy, right?"

After being reminded, others looked carefully, Carl's face changed and jumped from the driver's seat. He pulled the steering wheel and raised it, and his expression suddenly became ferocious.

Lambis quickly shouted, "Brother-in-law, I dare to swear this was not what I did, I didn't ruin him!"

"Fake!" Carl couldn't help but curse at the silicone inside the steering wheel.

Li Du, who was watching with his arms held by him, asked at the right time: "What's wrong with this steering wheel?"

Hans explained in time: "If there is no wire, it is probably because there is a problem with the circuit board. The end of the situation is either to decorate or spend a lot of money to repair it."

"Luckily I didn't get it." A fat man who had participated in the bidding wiped his cold sweat.

The gloating voices of the treasure-picking people replaced the discussion:

"How much does this warehouse cost? 65,000? It will definitely lose money. Even if the steering wheel is repaired, it will be of low value."

"Maybe it can be sold for 60,000 yuan, Carl, you're out of sight."

"60,000 yuan? Ha, who is so stupid and spends so much money to buy a scrap? The seats can be sold for 40,000 yuan, and the steering wheel can be at most 10,000 yuan, and the total is about 50,000 yuan!"

Hans: "I can't help laughing!"
Chapter completed!