Early in the morning, the treasure hunters rushed to the auction. Twenty to thirty people appeared in the parking lot of the storage company.
In the storage auction industry, Derta was not a well-known place and had never auctioned anything valuable.
Hence, even if there was an auction here, only the treasure hunters from Flagstaff would come. Treasure hunters from other places would not bother to come.
Everyone got out of the car. Seeing that they were all familiar faces, the atmosphere relaxed.
The treasure hunters greeted each other and exchanged information. Soon, the auctioneer arrived. The door of the storage company opened. The auction was about to begin.
The first storage unit was opened. The cowhide at the door and the cow skull hidden behind the shelves appeared in front of the treasure hunters' eyes.
Sounds of discussion immediately arose. Olly said to Dickens, "You guys really got some insider information. Good lad, where did you get it?"
Dickens and Big Beard Carl raised their heads proudly. They became the focus of the crowd, and people kept exchanging information with them.
The auctioneer pointed to the storage unit and said, "Everyone knows the rules. You guys are experienced, so let's start the bidding. The starting price is 200 dollars, 200 dollars, 200 dollars …"
Dickens whistled, "Me!"
"Okay, this guy bids 200 dollars, 200 dollars, 200 dollars …"
"Three hundred dollars," someone immediately bid.
Olly said, "Three hundred fifty dollars!"
"Three hundred fifty dollars, three hundred fifty dollars, is there anyone who wants to bid more? Like four hundred dollars, four hundred dollars, four hundred dollars …"
A treasure hunter nodded and said, "Okay, four hundred dollars."
"Okay, four hundred, four hundred, four hundred, let's take a big step forward. Five hundred, five hundred, five hundred, is there anyone?"
"Yes, five hundred dollars!" Big Beard Carl shouted.
Under the auctioneer's control, the price went up to eight hundred dollars.
Just then, a voice came from outside. "One thousand dollars!"
The treasure hunters looked over. Dickens pursed his lips and said, "Wow, Dog Ears is here too."
Olly crossed his arms and said, "Come on, he's Dog Ears. He's more informed than us. He must have heard something."
There was a large roll of cowhide at the door. There was another pile in the storage unit that looked like cowhide. Even without considering the cow skull, which could be used as decoration, the cowhide alone would be worth two to three thousand dollars.
Dickens and Big Beard Carl looked at each other, and the latter nodded. Dickens shouted, "One thousand one hundred dollars!"
Dog Ears glanced at him coldly and said, "1,500 dollars!"
The auctioneer smiled and quickly said, "One thousand five hundred dollars, one thousand five hundred dollars, one thousand five hundred dollars is the current price. Can I ask one thousand six hundred dollars?"
Dickens and Big Beard Carl discussed in a low voice and nodded. "Sure!"
Rick didn't continue to follow them. He sneered and walked away from the crowd to the next warehouse.
The auctioneer pointed at Dickens and shouted, "One thousand six hundred, one thousand six hundred, one thousand six hundred, is there any higher bid? Without the sixteen hundred dollars for the first time … "
After three consecutive shouts, the storage unit was sold.
The two of them high-fived excitedly. The storage unit had fallen into their hands.
Olly smiled and said, "How much can you earn for 1,600 dollars for these things?"
"It's fine even if it's just to earn back some money for gas," Dickens said.
The second warehouse was opened, and an 80% new Steel Beast appeared. Seeing this, the crowd immediately went into an uproar.
"A tractor. Look, it's a Ford tractor."
"That's the little rascal. We're here for it."
"D * mn, there's going to be a bloodbath soon. Guys, the bloodbath is about to begin!"
Agricultural vehicles were considered production tools and were more expensive. This Ford tractor was in good condition. From the looks of it, it could work with just a little diesel.
A new car like this would cost tens of thousands of dollars. A second-hand car in good condition could sell for five or six thousand dollars.
The auction started. The auctioneer had just called out the starting price of 1,000 dollars when Rick immediately shouted, "Two thousand dollars!"
In an instant, the price had doubled.
The treasure hunters looked at him with dissatisfaction, but there was nothing to criticize. Whoever had the money would have the final say.
Besides, 2,000 dollars was not a high price. Olly waved his hand and shouted, "2,100 dollars!"
Without the auctioneer calling out a price, everyone eagerly bid. The price quickly rose from 2,000 dollars to 2,800 dollars.
Rick raised the price again and shouted 3,000 dollars.
Olly was determined to get the tractor, so he shouted, "3,100 dollars!"
"3,500 dollars!" Rick said expressionlessly.
Most of the treasure hunters shook their heads and retreated. It was risky to spend 3,500 dollars on the tractor because no one knew the condition of the tractor.
If the tractor was in good condition, then 3,500 dollars was not expensive and they could make a profit of 2,000 dollars.
But if there was a problem with it, especially with the engine, then they would lose money.
Dickens wanted to bid, but Big Beard Carl refused. "Why would a good tractor be sent into storage? We won't take the risk. We've already got something. "
Rick's mouth twitched. He curled his lips and said in a low voice, "A bunch of poor bums!"
Olly gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go, 3,600 dollars!"
Hearing his bid, Rick's expression changed and he retreated. "Very well, idiot, you have money!"
The auctioneer called out the price three times. No one bid, and the tractor was taken by Olly.
Dickens said to him, "Be careful, buddy, be careful. If there's a problem with the tractor, you'll have to pay."
Olly was full of confidence. "I used to have one at home, Ford Pony XX25. It's fine, I can see it. I'm too familiar with it!"
The third storage unit was opened, and more machines appeared. There were rotary tillers, seeding machines, and harvesters. There were many types of machines, and there were many of them.
The crowd started bidding fiercely again. Finally, the storage unit was won by a treasure hunter named Niril, at a price of 4,000 dollars!
The fourth storage unit was opened, and this time, boxes of all sizes appeared. Through the gaps in the boxes, the crowd saw different things.
The bidding was still fierce, rising from 100 dollars to 2,000 dollars. Just when the price stabilized, Rick bid 2,500 dollars. Someone else bid again, and the price rose to 2,800 dollars.
The fifth storage unit was opened, and there were more boxes. Turis whispered to his partner, "Get this one. Do you see inside?"
"What?"
"There's a gun box! That's a Winchester gun box. I know it. I have a friend who has an old gun like this at home. It's worth tens of thousands! "
Turis bid without batting an eyelid. He kept biting the price and finally won the storage unit at 2,500 dollars.
The sixth storage unit was opened, and the crowd saw some machinery again.
Just like that, some treasure hunters felt that something was wrong. "Guys, aren't the Derta people too rich? Are we in Barren Town? This is the wealthy New York! "
The others also felt that something was wrong. "Yeah, why is every storage unit so valuable?"
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