The woman retorted, "The librarian bought this beautiful building, but a salesman like you could only buy a run-down house."
Chalmers chuckled. "I knew Uncle would give me the house, so I bought a run-down house. You know, I have to save up for the inheritance tax."
With that, he muttered unhappily, "D * mn the Federal Tax Bureau, they are so cruel. The money I saved up for so many years was taken away by them, just like that!"
The woman did not like to listen to his nagging. She rummaged through the cabinets and found a bunch of keys. She tossed them to him and said, "What are you planning to do?"
Chalmers winked at her and said, "I plan to earn some money."
He went to open the storage unit and indeed found a set of furniture.
The style of the furniture was simple and unadorned. There were gorgeous lines on it and the material was unknown. Chalmers reached out to touch it and felt that it was very sturdy.
Looking at the set of furniture, Chalmers rubbed his chin and pondered.
Now he was regretting chasing the treasure hunter away so early. He should have asked him to stay and asked about the price of the furniture to get more information.
However, he had a cousin who was a treasure hunter. From what he knew, his cousin was a very powerful treasure hunter. It was just that he had offended the mafia and was seeking refuge here.
He could not judge the value of the furniture, but he believed that his cousin could.
However, he did not want his cousin to know that he had such a set of furniture. He knew that his cousin owed the casino a lot of money and had come to borrow money from him the last time.
Thus, he thought that if his cousin knew that he had a set of furniture that could be sold for money, he would definitely encourage him to sell it so that he could borrow money from him.
Chalmers did not want that, but he also wanted to know the value of the set of furniture. Thus, he was in a dilemma.
After wiping the furniture, he locked the storage unit and prepared to go home to find out the value of the furniture.
At this time, a Ford pickup drove over. A man got out and waved at him. "Good morning, buddy."
Chalmers nodded. "Good morning, what's the matter?"
The man held out his hand. "I want to ask you something. I'm Dickens. It's like this, did someone talk to you just now? Can you tell me what they talked about? "
Chalmers smiled. "Oh, I think this might involve some privacy, so I don't think it's convenient for me to say anything."
Dickens took out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and said, "Do me a favor. I won't let you do it for free."
Seeing the money, Chalmers smiled. He kept the money and said happily, "That fella was a treasure hunter. He saw some tables and chairs in my storage unit …"
At this point, he suddenly realized something. Dickens was driving a pickup truck, wearing sturdy jeans, with a flashlight hanging from his waist. There were also some old goods in the pickup truck. Wasn't this the standard image of a treasure hunter?
So he asked, "Are you a treasure hunter too?"
Dickens smiled. "Yes, I'm a treasure hunter too. Go on, what tables and chairs did he see just now?"
Looking at the honest-looking Dickens, Chalmers had an idea and said, "Come with me. I won't let you spend a hundred dollars for nothing. I'll show you something that interests him."
Dickens was overjoyed. "You have the tables and chairs he wants?"
Chalmers said proudly, "Yes, there are four storage units here that belong to me."
These storage units were illegal construction. According to the requirements of the American Bureau of Urban Management and Planning, the empty land around the houses had to be converted into gardens or lawns and not houses.
However, this community was far from the main road, and the surrounding roads were remote roads. No one paid attention to it, and no one cared. A few households had built garages or storage units on the empty land.
After Chalmers opened the storage unit, Dickens' eyes lit up when he saw the tables and chairs inside. He exclaimed, "Antique style tables and chairs. Is it a complete set? Then this thing is quite valuable. "
These words made Chalmers' eyes light up as well. He was about to ask how much it was worth when Dickens asked, "Buddy, how much did that fella want to pay you?"
Chalmers was gloomy. He had let the other party leave without asking further, so he had no way to quote a price.
However, he was an outstanding salesman and reacted quickly. "Oh, how much do you think he would pay? How much are you willing to pay? "
Dickens said, "That fella is very stingy. At most, he would pay 2,000 dollars. If it were me, I would pay 2,200 dollars. How about it, sell it to me?"
Hearing the price, Chalmers' heart skipped a beat. 2,200 dollars was not a lot, but it was not a small amount either. His monthly income was only 4,000 dollars. This was already enough to cover half a month's income.
Calming himself down, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "2,200 dollars? Ha, this price is a little too low. I know its true value. "
Dickens said, "This is its true value. If you want to sell it for a higher price, unless you hold a storage auction and attract a lot of people to bid for it, otherwise — cough, cough, you can't hold an auction."
He had said the first part smoothly, but when he said the last part, he seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have. A vexed expression appeared on his face.
Chalmers noticed this. Hearing Dickens' words, he had an idea and said, "You guessed right. I was thinking of holding a storage auction."
Dickens said anxiously, "Where are you going to find treasure hunters to bid for it? Besides, you only have one storage unit — the big guys won't come. "
Chalmers said proudly, "Who told you there's only one storage unit? My family has four storage units. I'll contact the neighbors — they must have storage units that are willing to sell. "
Dickens said, "But your storage units might not be valuable. Treasure hunters aren't stupid — they won't bid randomly. Why don't you sell the furniture here to me? I'll give you a good price. How about 2,400 dollars? "
Chalmers shook his head. Dickens said, "Then 2,500 dollars. Don't be too greedy — no one will pay a higher price! Besides, your furniture is only worth that much if it's all in one set. Otherwise, even if it's missing a chair, it won't sell for 2,000 dollars! "
Hearing that the other party had raised the price by 300 dollars in such a short time, Chalmers was even more determined not to sell the storage units. Instead, he wanted to hold a storage auction.
He patted Dickens on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your offer, but I've already decided to organize a storage auction."
Dickens looked gloomy. "Two thousand and six hundred dollars? Is that okay? "
Chalmers shook his head resolutely. "No, buddy. If you're interested, then you can come to the auction I'm organizing. I'll welcome you, and you're even more welcome to bring your friends. "
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