While Brother Wolf and Godzilla were scraping the paint off the wall, Li Du and Hans were thinking about the price.
"How much can this graffiti sell for?"
Hans looked at the price quoted in the news online and said, "Banksy has a lot of graffiti, but most of them have been destroyed. Therefore, the intact graffiti must be worth a lot."
Li Du nodded. That was true.
Street artists' creations were the same as their female fans. The more the better. They could not wait to occupy every street in the world and spray paint non-stop.
Banksy also had a lot of graffiti. However, in the early days, he liked to go against tradition. He liked to go to art galleries and museums to spray paint, so he was always arrested by the police.
At that time, his works were not works of art. Therefore, art galleries and museums did not preserve them. Almost all of them were erased or destroyed.
It was the same on the streets. Banksy's early graffiti was almost all destroyed.
Even now, because most of the graffiti appeared on the streets, it was still easy to destroy.
For example, in 2010, he had created a graffiti called "Art Lover." It depicted a woman staring at an empty base.
However, the painting was destroyed shortly after it was completed. Someone had added a male genitalia to the base of the painting.
In this way, rare things were more valuable. If Banksy's graffiti had not been destroyed, most of it would have been valuable.
The graffiti that they had obtained had appeared in Banksy's portfolio. However, it was a photograph and belonged to Banksy's mature work.
Li Du and Hans evaluated his work and the price quoted. In the end, they concluded that the graffiti was worth at least four to five hundred thousand dollars.
Taking the graffiti and a pile of trash with them, they drove away.
The small-eyed man was angry at a warehouse full of trash. When he saw Li Du and the others leave, he was so angry that he shouted, "F * ck you! Son of a b * tch! I will definitely find out who you are! Just wait and see, just wait and see, I will definitely kill you. "
Treasure hunters had their own social circle. They often interacted online and kept in close contact with each other.
After cursing, the small-eyed man went online and described the faces of Li Du, Hans, Godzilla, Brother Wolf, Porter, and the others. He asked if anyone knew them.
Li Du's Chinese face was a good feature. There were not many Chinese in the industry.
After he asked, someone immediately sent a photo and asked, "Are they the ones in here?"
The small-eyed man took a look and immediately replied, "Yes, it's them. Where are they from? I'm going to kill these sons of bitches! "
A few people quickly replied to him with messages.
"Ha, you really want to do that? This is the best duo in Arizona in the past two years, Boy Wonder China Li and Hans Fox. "
"Let me remind you, there were people who thought the same way before, but they were sent to prison and haven't come out yet."
"Frank Boll and Derry York, would-be members of the Million Dollar Club."
"You may not know them, but you know Golden-eyed George Anthony, right? His son provoked China Li and was beaten up badly. He was almost sent to the hospital. "
Looking at this information, the small-eyed black man was stunned. After a long time, he asked weakly, "Really? Are you kidding me? "
"You can try."
"Let me show you this news."
"Remember, you have to buy insurance before provoking him."
A bunch of people with bad intentions appeared in front of him.
The small-eyed black man thought about how Brother Wolf had broken a thick piece of wood with one kick and felt that these words were quite reasonable. He put away his phone dejectedly, knowing that he had no hope of revenge.
Li Du and the others did not take him seriously. After returning to the villa, Li Du looked at the plane tickets while Hans thought of a way to sell the graffiti.
Not long after he booked the plane tickets, Hans said excitedly, "Tomorrow we're going to meet a rich guy. He's interested in Banksy's drawings."
Li Du was stunned. "You found a buyer so quickly? How long has it been? "
Hans said proudly, "I'll let you see Big Fox's methods!"
Li Du asked doubtfully, "Is he reliable? I've booked a plane ticket, so I have to change it. "
Hans nodded. "It should be no problem. I've checked him out. His name is Jefferson, a second-generation rich kid. His hobby is street art. He's a loyal fan of Banksy. He's rich and likes it. It should be no problem to make a deal."
At this point, he turned to Godzilla and shouted, "Don't f * cking get rid of this trash. Keep it. Put some tattered clothes and some broken furniture in it. It's useful."
Li Du asked, "What's this for?"
Hans winked at him and said, "You'll know tomorrow."
This time, the deal was settled quickly. They had just found the goods, and the next step was to contact the buyer.
Hans had specific information about Jefferson. When Porter learned about it, he asked his friends in Miami for help. The information came back quickly. Indeed, this person was reliable. He was a second-generation rich kid who liked street art.
Hence, Li Du refunded the ticket. The next day, they drove the rented truck to look for Mr. Jefferson.
Jefferson lived in an upscale residential area in Miami, next to the Lincoln Road Shopping Center. Countless tourists gathered there, and the area was bustling with traffic.
Hans called Jefferson, but just like how he had tried to contact Porter, he could not get through to him.
"D * mn, could he have been fooled?" Li Du asked suspiciously.
This time it was Hans's turn to comfort him. "I guess this guy is also having a party. It seems that people in Miami have nothing else to do but party."
Coincidentally, there was a shopping center nearby, so they went shopping. Li Du bought a few interesting small items, a set of Miami postcards from a post office, and mailed them to Sophie.
Hans called a few more times during this period, but no one picked up. This made him lose confidence.
They had lunch and decided to go back if they still could not get through.
In the end, Jefferson took the initiative to call back. A lazy voice came through the phone. "Sorry, man, I just woke up and put my phone on silent mode. I didn't get your call …"
Li Du looked at the sky outside. D * mn, he just woke up after lunch? This rich kid's life is really good.
They agreed on a meeting place. Jefferson had not eaten yet, so they rushed to the restaurant where they were.
The group breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they could talk business immediately.
However, it was too early. After a full hour and a half, Jefferson called again. "I'm going out right now. Where are you at the restaurant?"
Hans could not help but say angrily, "You're only going out now? Did you go to sleep again? "
Jefferson said, "How could that be? I tidied up, put on a facial mask, and changed my hairstyle."
Li Du and Hans were speechless.
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