With the increase in exposure, Li Du was also a well-known figure in the California auction industry. Although he started out as a non-mainstream warehouse auction, his record of never losing was still very shocking, and many collectors were interested in him.
In August, autumn was not far away. Many auctions were held in this season, the most important auction of the year. Christie's, Sotheby's, and other big players in the auction industry made autumn auctions the top priority.
Li Du was not interested in such high-class auctions, because it was almost impossible to get a bargain at these auctions. To be able to participate in such auctions, any item had been repeatedly appraised, and its value had been determined.
However, this kind of auction could develop contacts, so he got a few invitations through Cole Winston.
Originally, he only needed two, and he and Sophie could go, but Cole asked him for four, all in the VIP seats, so he could not waste them.
So he called Hans and asked him to bring his girlfriend to Los Angeles. They could not always stay in a small town, could they? He invited Hans to come out to the auction together.
Hans had really changed. Since he decided to stay in Riverdale, he had really taken root there. Usually, other than a few phone calls with Li Du, they had no other contact.
In addition to the autumn auction invitation from Sotheby's, he also received invitations to other auctions, one of which was a private art auction. This auction invited Li Du as a guest, and Li Du readily agreed.
This kind of private art collection was the best opportunity to get a bargain. Of course, 90% of the things in it were fake, but as long as you could seize the 10% chance to find some buried real things, you could make a lot of money.
The auction was held in a small theater in the West Hollywood area, and the theme was quite interesting: "Peek into the private lives of Hollywood's most low-key stars." It was at the end of August, and since he had nothing to do, he decided to go take a look.
Knowing his decision, a group of treasure hunters immediately followed.
"Follow Big Li and you'll have meat to eat," Dickens laughed.
Li Du had brought them to participate in real estate auctions, which had made them a lot of money. Each auction had a profit of at least 100,000 dollars. After coming to Los Angeles, they had participated in four auctions and had made nearly a million dollars in profit!
Of course, their profits were not all realized. Some of the money was in the houses, which had not been sold.
However, the houses that Li Du had guided them to buy were all worth the money. As long as they were not greedy and asked for a high price, they could sell them quickly and recoup their funds very quickly.
On the subway, Li Du was escorted by a group of people to West Hollywood.
When he entered the subway, a group of teenagers came up to him.
These people were between ten to fifteen years old, and all of them were black. They looked like children, but they walked in a domineering and old-fashioned manner. Some of them were dragging things like baseball bats and steel pipes in their hands, as if they were going to fight.
Li Du was the first to enter the subway. A few children whistled at him when they saw him, and then walked towards him with malicious intentions.
Immediately after, the well-built treasure hunters and the even more well-built bodyguards appeared behind Li Du.
Seeing this, the youths spat and shrank back.
Li Du gave them a baffled look and said, "Whose children are these? How uncultured. "
Olly laughed. "Youngsters are all like that. They like to drink, dress up, and think that they are heroes. Time will make them mature."
Following the map, they arrived at the small theater more than an hour later.
There were many theaters in Los Angeles, and the theater that hosted the folk collection was called Glywood. It was not known if it had anything to do with Hollywood.
Li Du took out the invitation and gave it to the security guard. After the security guard verified it, he was asked to go backstage. The other treasure hunters could enter, and they did not need an invitation.
This kind of auction required attention, and anyone who was willing to participate in the auction was fine, whether it was to join in the fun or to really buy something.
For the organizers, as long as they could participate in the auction, it would be best if there were too many people. That way, they could better advertise in the future.
Li Du went backstage, where the auctioneer and other guests invited by the organizers were arranging clothes and arranging the items that were about to be auctioned.
Looking at his invitation, a middle-aged black woman came up and shook his hand enthusiastically. "Welcome, Mr. Li. Thank you very much for coming to our auction."
Li Du said in a low-key manner, "It's my honor."
Looking at the neatly arranged items, he released the little bug, ready to look for something valuable so that he could buy it.
However, when the little bug came out, Li Du saw a small jar first.
He stared at the little painted jar, and the more he looked, the more he thought it looked like something that should not be there: an urn!
It was not until he saw the black and white photo printed on the jar that he finally confirmed his guess.
He pointed at the jar and said in shock, "God, this, what's the purpose of this thing here? Don't tell me it's going to be auctioned too? "
The black woman smiled proudly and said, "Yes, this is one of the gimmicks of our auction."
Li Du hesitated for a moment and said, "I may be a little ignorant, but I want to know that this is an urn, right?"
The black woman said, "Yes, Mr. Li, you are not ignorant at all. On the contrary, we think you are very knowledgeable. This is an urn, but it is not an ordinary urn. Mr. Truman Capote is sleeping in it. "
The name mentioned by the other party made Mr. Li very confused. He had never heard of this name before. He only knew of Harry Truman, the famous president in American history.
However, the president's surname was Truman, and this Mr. Capote's first name was Truman. The two were obviously not related.
Li Du was confused. Someone next to him laughed and said, "Ha, you don't know Truman Capote? You don't even know him? Then how do you know about art? "
Someone else said, "I know this guy. He works in storage auctions. He doesn't need to know anything about artists or writers. He just needs to have the strength to do it."
Hearing the latter's words, there was some laughter backstage.
Li Du turned to look at the two and said, "To be honest, everyone, I really don't know who Truman Capote is. However, I know Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, Yan Zhenqing, and Wu Daozi. Do you know them?"
The two of them looked at each other and said, "I don't know. Who are you talking about?"
Li Du curled his lips and said, "You don't even know the most famous calligraphers and painters in China's history? When they created art, the United States had not yet been born. "
He was obviously being sarcastic. One of them got angry and said, "We are not China people. Why do we need to know who your calligraphers are?"
Li Du said, "Is this Truman Capote from China? I'm not American, why do I need to know this gentleman? "
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