When the box was opened, a small crossbow was revealed.
The crossbow was made of steel. It was not clear whether it was because of the silver paint or the steel itself, but it was very smooth and shiny. Under the light, it shone brightly.
It was very small, about 20 centimeters long and 14 to 15 centimeters wide. It looked like a silver bird with its wings spread.
The auctioneer picked up the crossbow. There was a quiver on it. He opened it and pressed six short bolts into it. He shouted, "Now everyone's eyes are on my hand. Look at what I've brought out …
"This is a handmade crossbow made by Bourne himself. I won't introduce him. If you don't know who Bourne is, you won't buy this little guy …
"This guy's name is Pterosaur Wrath. It's handmade with aluminum, steel, and brass. Its bolts are made of carbon fiber and stainless steel. It's definitely a sharp weapon …
"Now I'll start accepting bids. It's very appropriate to start with 500 dollars, right? Then 500, 500, 500 for Bourne's handmade crossbow with 50 bolts!"
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Hans raised his hand and said, "550 dollars!"
"Okay, 550, 550, 550, anyone offer 600 dollars? Without a doubt, this handmade crossbow is worth 600 dollars …"
"600 dollars, I'll pay!"
"600 dollars, 600 dollars, 600 dollars. Very well, let's congratulate this young man. But this handmade crossbow doesn't belong to you yet. 650 dollars, 650 dollars, anyone want it?"
Hans raised his hand again. "700 dollars!"
"750 dollars!"
"800 dollars!"
"850 dollars!"
Hans shook his head and shouted, "1,000 dollars!"
The crowd booed. The people who had bid earlier shook their heads and stepped back, indicating that they had given up on the crossbow.
The auctioneer shouted "1,000 dollars" three times. No one raised the bid. He waved his fist and said, "Okay, now this fierce little pterosaur belongs to that brother. Let's give it a round of applause to welcome our new treasure …"
After another ten items were auctioned, the motorcycles were pushed onto the stage.
At this time, the crowd whistled and applauded. Many young people squeezed to the front of the crowd. They were the potential owners of the motorcycles.
Different from when they were first assembled, Stephen and Hannah had repainted the motorcycles. The three motorcycles were white, black, and red respectively.
On the outside of the shiny paint, there were also flames, skulls, hellhounds, and other sprays, making the motorcycle look even more savage and ferocious.
The auctioneer held the microphone and said loudly, "Alright, a ferocious beast has appeared. This is the masterpiece of Hans Fox. Don't ask me who Hans Fox is, because I don't know either …"
Hans laughed and waved his hands around. Then, he pointed at his chest, indicating that he was the one who provided the goods.
"But we don't need to care about the identity of its previous owner. We just need to remember that we are its new owner. Don't tell me that none of you are tempted, young people …"
"Look, this beast has a 600CC displacement. It's a beast worthy of its name. Look at how crude its workmanship is. I can't help but suspect that it's a descendant of the Soviet Union's monsters …"
"We all know that the simpler a motorcycle's structure is, the easier it is to maintain, and the more fun it will be to drive. So, I'll set the price at 1,000 yuan. I think everyone will be happy to increase the price …"
"1000 dollars, me, me, me!" Someone immediately offered.
"I'm willing to buy it for 1,100 yuan!"
"1500 yuan!"
"1800 yuan!"
"Pauper, get out of the way. I'll pay 2,000 yuan!"
"Give me 2100 yuan!"
The price rose rapidly. When it reached 2,000 yuan, the bidding slowed down, but Li Du was already satisfied with the price.
Starting from 2,100 yuan, the price slowly increased, and finally rose to 2,500 yuan. The bidder was a young black man about the same age as Li Du.
The auctioneer called out the price three times, but no one increased it. He waved his hand, indicating that the motorcycle belonged to the young black man.
Hans took the lead and applauded vigorously. The crowd applauded vigorously, and the young black man and his friends around him happily bumped fists or hugged each other.
Then, another motorcycle was pushed onto the stage.
Li Du asked curiously, "This motorcycle was assembled by us. It shouldn't be worth much. It'd be hard to sell it for 1,000 yuan, right?"
Hans laughed, "This is the charm of the old goods auction market. Everyone wants it, so the price will go up."
Li Du asked, "Then why buy it here? There are plenty of motorcycles in America, right? "
Hans said, "First of all, our motorcycle has a 600CC displacement. The engine is a high-end Japanese product. Although it's second-hand, it's still worth a lot.
Secondly, old goods auctions have become an industry. You can understand that many people like this industry. They trust this market and come here to buy and sell things. “
"Also, hand-assembled motorcycles are rare in a small place like Flagstaff. If you don't want to go to Phoenix or Tucson to buy it, you can only buy it wherever you see it."
"It's the same for other things, right?" Li Du suddenly asked.
"Yes."
The next two motorcycles were sold for 2,500 and 2,600, which was about the same as the first one. The revenue from the three motorcycles exceeded their expectations, reaching 7,600 yuan.
Hans first collected the money for the motorcycles, then bought a crossbow and gave it to Li Du.
Li Du asked, "Why did you buy this thing for me?"
Hans sighed helplessly. "I don't know why, but you always get into trouble. Your visa can't buy a gun, so I gave you a crossbow to protect yourself."
Li Du thought about it and felt a little embarrassed. "That's not good, I guess. I made you spend a lot of money."
Hans said, "Don't stand on ceremony with me. Take it. But next time you need it, you better shout, 'Let Big Fox punish you …'"
His shout was loud, and the people around turned to look. Li Du could only pretend that he didn't know this bastard.
The auction ended. It was already nine o 'clock, and the sky was dark.
The crowded auction house began to become deserted. Everyone left one after another. This week's auction was over.
Li Du was also ready to leave, but Hans brought him to the market. At this time, the second-hand market was very lively, and there were still many people shopping.
Hans said, "This is not only an old goods market, but also a night market. The weather is so hot now, and it's only lively at night."
Li Du said, "Then everyone is really brave."
Under the sun, the United States had red flowers, green willows, blue skies, and clear waters. But at night, many parts of the country became gloomy. The main reason was that black people, Latinos, and Mexicans liked to engage in illegal activities at night, which led to poor security.
"The security in the rural areas of Flagstaff is good. The police here work hard, and there are no gangs controlling these places. Anyway, this is not Memphis, and it's not Detroit."
Hans explained a little and brought Li Du to a booth.
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