Li Du paid the bill. The small bar did not cost much. It was less than 500 dollars for ten people, and that was after Godzilla drank a small barrel of fine brew.
He told Tina that he had to leave first to see the warehouse.
Tina nodded to show that she understood, and Li Du paid the bill and left in a cool manner.
They did not even agree on a time and place to meet again. Both of them wanted to try and see if they were really fated to meet again.
As soon as Li Du went out, Brother Wolf, who had been hiding somewhere, appeared.
He asked, "Are you okay after shooting?"
Brother Wolf smiled and said, "There are no cameras around, and there are no clues."
Li Du was relieved.
Mr. Bicycle Warehouse Company was located in the northern area of Wynwood. It was an old-fashioned warehouse company with no walls to protect it. The warehouses were built one after another in an open space.
Wynwood was the most artistic and historical place in Miami. There was a row of bulletin boards in front of the warehouse company with some old photos and introductions.
The reason it was named "Mr. Bicycle" was that the warehouse in the company had been taken over from the largest bicycle mall in Miami. Some of the warehouses here used to store bicycles.
Without walls, Li Du could go in and see at will.
There were only five warehouses to be auctioned this time. Generally speaking, they would not participate in such a small auction. The chances of good goods appearing were too small.
This time, Hans wanted to participate in the topless event, so he found a reason to keep Li Du.
Wandering around the warehouse, Li Du released the little bug into the first warehouse.
The warehouse was about 20 square meters in area. There were moldy mattresses, a broken coffee table, some books, tables, chairs, and stools. There were also knives, forks, bowls, and other things on the table.
Seeing this, Li Du understood that this warehouse had once been rented as a place to stay.
It was inconceivable for most people to use a warehouse as a residence. After all, the warehouse had no water, no electricity, and even no windows. It was just a lump of cement. It was too uncomfortable to live in it.
However, for some poor people, it was a place to stay. The warehouse rental was cheap, and it could be one or two hundred dollars a month, or even dozens of dollars. It was much cheaper than a house.
Moreover, Mr. Bicycle Warehouse Company did not have walls, so people could come and go as they pleased. If it was just a place to sleep, it could barely survive.
Li Du had seen this kind of storage unit before. It was the kind of storage unit that treasure hunters hated the most. It was even more annoying than a garbage storage unit.
Usually, when a storage unit like this appeared in an auction, it would either go unsold or become a one-dollar storage unit.
No one would be willing to buy such a worthless warehouse. The people who ended up living in the warehouse must have been very, very poor. What could be valuable in a warehouse left behind by such people?
Although most of the household waste is in the garbage warehouse, sometimes some people will throw some valuable things inside as garbage, or some valuable things will be thrown away as garbage.
There was definitely nothing valuable in this kind of poor people's warehouse. Otherwise, they would have sold it long ago to live in a motel instead of staying in such a dilapidated place.
Li Du was a meticulous person. He searched again, but found nothing. There was nothing of value in it.
When he entered the second storage unit, he was depressed. It was another slum storage unit!
The whole warehouse was a mess. The people who had lived here must have been in a worse state than the previous warehouse. There was not even a bed, only a pile of moldy and rotten cardboard.
This warehouse was like a garbage dump. There were a lot of paint cans on the ground, tattered clothes and shoes, and the walls were painted with messy patterns. It was simply unsightly.
Li Du shook his head helplessly and was about to withdraw the little bug. But when the little bug saw the pattern, a signature in the corner made him frown.
Banksy！
There was a pattern behind the letter. It was a head wearing a cap backwards and a black cloth tied to its face.
Seeing the name and the pattern, Li Du suddenly remembered a person that the art hunters had introduced to him when they were drinking.
After carefully looking at the portrait on the wall, he withdrew the little bug thoughtfully and went to the next warehouse.
Then, another slum storage unit!
Li Du was speechless. Did the poor people in Miami like to live in warehouses?
However, when he thought about it, it made sense. For some people, it was good enough to have a place to stay. Although this warehouse was uncomfortable to live in, it was located in Wynwood. For some of the poor so-called 'street artists', it could be a temporary shelter.
After looking at the five warehouses, Porter asked cautiously, "Li, what did you see?"
Li Du sighed and said, "Not only by sight, but also by smell. My five senses are more sensitive than ordinary people. In short, it's a pile of garbage. "
Porter nodded in agreement. "It's a pile of garbage. It stinks."
Li Du asked, "Do you want to come to the auction the day after tomorrow?"
Porter nodded and looked a little excited. "Yes, yes, yes."
After looking at the warehouse, Li Du went back to find Hans, only to find that he was already waiting by the side of the road, looking very unhappy.
"What's wrong?" Li Du poked his head out and asked, "Did the lady see through your evil intentions and chased you out?"
Hans said angrily, "Go away, it's not like that."
He paused and said with a depressed face, "You went to Wynwood? I heard there was a shooting there, right? Our team was forcibly disbanded by the police, saying it was a security risk. "
Li Du laughed and then put on a sympathetic expression. "You guys are really unlucky."
"Who said it wasn't?" Hans sighed regretfully. "I just hooked up with a black girl."
At this point, he could not help but shake his head and began to sigh.
Li Du looked at Brother Wolf and wondered if he should tell him the truth. In the end, he decided not to.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Hans and was afraid of him spouting nonsense, but he felt that with Hans's current state, he might fight him to the death if he knew the truth.
On Monday morning, they drove to Mr. Bicycle Storage Company to attend the auction.
This was a small auction. There were not many treasure hunters there, only about twenty in total.
Li Du and Hans were complete strangers here. After they appeared, some treasure hunters looked at them and whispered about their origins, but they got nothing.
The first warehouse was opened, and the treasure hunters curled their lips. "Stinky dog sh * t!"
As Li Du expected, this warehouse was not sold.
The second warehouse was opened, and the treasure hunters continued to curse, "Stinky dog sh * t!"
Some people left directly, and there were only fifteen or sixteen treasure hunters left at the scene.
Li Du stayed leisurely in the crowd. The auctioneer lowered the price to one dollar, and the warehouse became a one-dollar warehouse.
At this time, Li Du made his move. "One dollar, okay."
He thought he could win this warehouse, but after he bid, someone else followed. "Ten dollars!"
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