These plates were very beautiful. The colors were dazzling, and they were gentle and elegant. When Li Du held them in his hands, they felt very warm, and he could not bear to put them down.
However, he was not excited. He did not think that these plates were precious cultural relics. Otherwise, the little bug would have reacted.
He used the Time Reversal ability, and then scenes of the past appeared in front of him.
Someone wearing a T-shirt was waving his hand and drawing on a plate. Looking at the pine tree pattern that had already taken shape, the plate he was looking at was the plate he was holding now.
Needless to say, this was a fake. The real one was from the Qing Dynasty. No one would wear T-shirts at that time, right? Moreover, the T-shirt had the words "Charge to Japan Island and capture * * * * * alive" written on it …
He was very careful. He looked at the other plates and bottles. They were all fakes. They were all produced in recent times. Although they were not considered trash, they were definitely not worth much.
He sighed and put the plate in a bag. He planned to show it to Zhang Kai later and then take a photo of the plate and the bottle.
He was sure that it was a worthless fake, but he couldn't explain it to Zhang Kai. After all, he had already said that he didn't understand pastel.
He could only take a picture of it first. Later, he would find someone to appraise it and send the results to him so that he could compare the photos to confirm the identity of the plates and bottles. This was so that he wouldn't suspect that he had swapped out fake goods to trick him.
Hans and a group of treasure hunters rode around on their special-shaped motorcycles. By the time he returned, Godzilla and Big Quinn had already cleared out storage unit 54.
Li Du waved at him and said, "Move the motorcycle to the car, we should go."
Hans had not had enough fun. He knew that Li Du would never allow him to drive the car if they went out on the road. So he pretended not to hear anything and turned around to continue driving.
Li Du was amused. He waved his hand and said, "Are you an old driver? Come here, let me show you something good. "
Hans couldn't pretend that he didn't hear it anymore. He asked cautiously, "What is it? I still want to ride my motorcycle. "
Like a child who had just received his favorite toy, he felt that he was inseparable from the motorcycle.
Li Du said, "I won't lie to you. It's definitely something good. Come quickly."
Hans walked to the side of the truck with a skeptical look on his face. Then, he saw the beautiful porcelain.
In an instant, he sucked in a breath of cold air. "Oh, God! God! "
Li Du said, "Huaxia porcelain, the secret collection of the Qing Palace, the flourishing pastel!"
Hans said excitedly, "This, this, is this true? The real thing? China porcelain? "
China was the same as the English word for porcelain. They were both Chinese, but the first letter was an uppercase one and a lowercase one. It was hard to tell them apart, so it was a little funny for Hans to say it consecutively.
Li Du laughed and said, "No, these are fake."
Hans was dumbfounded. "Huh? Are you kidding me? "
Li Du laughed. "It's true. These are all fakes. They're not worth much. What do you think? Is the ups and downs of life interesting? "
Not only was it boring, Hans was about to explode. He said angrily, "You lied to me. Where is the good stuff?"
Li Du waved at Big Quinn, who took out a gun from under the driver's seat and handed it to him.
Looking at the yellowish-brown wooden shotgun, Hans was a little disappointed. "Oh, not bad. Remington 700 BDL. An old shotgun. Well kept."
"How much can it be sold for?" Li Du asked.
"Looking at its condition, if we find a suitable buyer, we can probably sell it for 1,000 dollars." Hans was not interested anymore.
Li Du was disappointed. "So little?"
Hans said, "It's not a lot, buddy. Without the scope, a brand new M40A1 is only 800 dollars. This 700 BDL is slightly more valuable, but they're old and common, so they won't sell for a high price!"
Li Du said, "Alright, I thought we could make a fortune. We have ten of these guns."
Hans was surprised. "Ten?"
Li Du nodded. "Yes, why?"
Hans said, "Hurry up and take it to the storage company and the local police station to register. D * mn it, if we get caught on the road, the police can arrest us!"
Li Du thought that Americans could freely own guns. They had even sold machine guns and cannons before, and nothing had happened. But now it seemed that was not the case.
Li Du left the rest to Hans. Taking advantage of the time when he went to register, Li Du sent the motorcycle to the truck. He waved and left with the treasure hunters.
Hans came back happily with the documents. Seeing that the motorcycle was gone, he immediately pulled a long face. "Where's my Alien? Let it out. "
Li Du said impatiently, "You still want to drive it on the road?"
Hans gave in. "I'll drive slower, okay?"
"No," Li Du insisted. "Go back and let Stephen inspect it and modify the front of the motorcycle. You can only ride it on the road after it's confirmed that there are no problems."
The appearance of the motorcycle was too fierce, and there was a precedent. The previous owner of the motorcycle had accidentally died, and Li Du did not want to see Hans die too.
Now that the harvest was complete, it was time to go back. But Li Du could not leave. He had not toured the area yet. It was not easy to come to this tourist spot, how could he leave without seeing it?
Knowing that he wanted to tour the area, Hans nodded and said, "That's right. Autumn is a good time to tour the various scenic spots in Page. We also have fishing machines, so we can go fishing at Lake Powell. Also, I have to go to Old Oraibi Village. "
Just like that, the other treasure hunters who were preparing to go back also stopped and asked to accompany Li Du to play.
They had tasted the sweetness. Almost everyone had gained something from this auction, it was just that the amount was different.
Besides the motorcycle and firearms storage units, Li Du pointed out the other storage units to them, telling them the approximate value of the units, so that they had a good idea of what they were looking for.
There were no eternal friends between countries, only eternal interests. It was the same for people. Interests were very important, at least in the early stages of interaction.
Turis said, "I'm not going back either. It's already so late, why would I go back? It's too dangerous to walk at night, so I'll stay here tonight. "
Treasure hunters usually returned on the day the auction ended. Firstly, they could save money on staying in a hotel, and secondly, they could prevent people from stealing things from their cars.
Li Du's call attracted many people, and all thirty or forty of them stayed.
The next morning, he rented a car to go around the various scenic spots. In the end, most of them followed him. Olly said, "Actually, I've never been to Page before."
Of course, their real purpose was to follow Li Du and deepen their friendship.
This was the charm of the dollar. It could make a person who was originally rejected become the most popular person.
In addition, the Flagstaff treasure hunters not only welcomed Li Du, but also treated him as their leader.
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