The three of them started to tidy up the storage units. According to the rules of storage auctions, they started with the most valuable units. Quite a number of treasure hunters gathered at the entrance of the storage unit. Obviously, they were very interested in the units that Li Du and Hans had chosen.
Clyne opened the door of storage unit 11 and asked, "What's in this unit?"
Hans patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just trust Li's judgment. He has a pair of blazing gold eyes."
A treasure hunter exclaimed, "What? Eyes forged from gold and blazing flames? What kind of eyes are those? "
"He's talking about the Fiery Golden Eyes," a treasure hunter who looked Chinese explained. "They're the eyes of God in Chinese legends."
"Do they really have such eyes?"
The Chinese man said hesitantly, "I used to think that it was just a story, but now it's hard to say. Li does seem to have the Fiery Golden Eyes."
Li Du ignored their whispers and moved the box away. Hans went to get the carving toolbox first. He opened it and said, "Let's see what's inside — oh, sh * t, sh * t, sh * t!"
With his roar, the surrounding treasure hunters became excited. Almost everyone wanted to squeeze in.
"What's going on? What did you find? "
"D * mmit, don't block me!"
"Sh * t, who touched my butt?"
Hans opened the toolbox and laughed. "It's just some ordinary carving knives. You've been fooled."
Dozens of middle fingers rose up.
"F * ck you, Big Fox!"
"Hope you meet the spirit of the dead soon!"
After teasing the treasure hunters, Hans went to get the sculptures, mumbling, "Throw away this kind of trash — oh, sh * t, sh * t, sh * t!"
Before he could finish, he felt the coldness and heaviness of the sculptures. He suddenly understood how valuable these things, which looked like trash, were.
The treasure hunters were smarter this time. Someone shouted, "Don't do that, Big Fox. We won't be fooled again!"
Hans ignored them. He picked up a sculpture and showed it to Li Du. He said excitedly, "Quick, look at what I found. This is definitely a work of art, definitely a work of art!"
Li Du gestured for him to calm down. "We're experienced treasure hunters. Don't make a f * cking fuss."
Stone sculptures in the shape of inflatable toys were brought out. The treasure hunters outside were in an uproar.
"My God, Dad, isn't this a rubbish toy? This is a damned statue! "
"I've never seen a statue of this style. Who did this? It should be quite valuable, right? "
"This isn't a statue. Oh my god, this is a clay toy! I can't be wrong. This is Brett Cohen's clay toy! "
Li Du did not know what it was. When he saw the carving knives and other tools, he thought it was a stone sculpture. It seemed like it was not what he had guessed.
There were more than 50 clay toys in the warehouse. He took a red triceratops and handed it to the middle-aged man who recognized them. "Tell me exactly what they are, and I'll give you one."
The middle-aged man was overjoyed. "Really?"
Hans recognized the middle-aged man and quickly asked, "Carter, how much is this thing worth?"
The middle-aged man, Carter, said honestly, "Different sizes and different values, but one can be sold for at least 1,000 dollars. If you buy it from the Pottery Museum in New York, the price can be doubled."
Hearing this, the group of Taobaobao people sucked in a breath of cold air, and the cold wind started to howl.
Li Du handed the triceratops to him and said, "Tell us. If your answer satisfies us, it's yours."
"This guy is really generous," someone muttered.
Another person retorted, "If I had so many good things, I'd give one to each of the guys here."
Hans stared at him and said, "Hey, Lil 'Ross, don't talk big. These things are worth 1,000 dollars each, and the total is estimated to be 50,000 dollars. You must have 50,000 dollars worth of assets. How about giving each of us 1,000 dollars?"
Lil 'Ross did not say anything and left dejectedly.
Carter said, "We know that with the right tools and techniques, ceramics can become rich and colorful. It's not just a pile of clay. Brett Cohen is an expert in this area. He's an urban potter. "
"This is the work of the master?" Hans interrupted him and asked.
Carter shrugged and said, "Yes, but the master is still alive, and in the prime of his life. He likes to make these interesting little things, so you can't expect his work to be worth a lot of money."
"Listen to him," Li Du said, waving his hand.
Carter coughed and continued, "Brett loves children, so he created a series of animal toys using clay. What's interesting is that they look exactly like soft inflatable toys. "
"You see, in order to complete these creations, Cohen deliberately made a lot of folds, folding all the lines that should appear when inflatable — its seams. The tiny wrinkles on the dinosaur's body, arms, and legs are to mimic the shape of plastic when stretched and stretched. Isn't it very realistic? "
The surrounding treasure hunters sighed and said, "It's like the real thing. We've all been fooled."
Carter touched the clay triceratops and said, "Yes, he also added a layer of shiny glaze to make the toys look more realistic, like smooth soft plastic. Big Fox is right, they're works of art, not just toys. "
Li Du nodded and said, "Very good, the artwork in your arms belongs to you."
Carter smiled and said, "You're very generous."
This was the result that Li Du wanted. He realized that he and Big Fox were being ostracized by the treasure hunters. This was not good, as this industry required connections.
But that was how people were. If someone was a little better than them, they would be jealous. Only when someone was much better than them would their jealousy turn into admiration.
Before Li and Hans's status grew to the point where they needed the admiration of the treasure hunters, they had to humble themselves and befriend these people. Then, they would use their ancestors' experience of struggle: win over a group, isolate a group, and defeat a group.
The most valuable items in this storage unit were more than 50 clay artworks. Hans wrapped them in cardboard boxes and torn clothes and carefully placed them in the car. They quickly cleaned up and went to the last storage unit.
The treasure hunters were still following them. When they passed by the second trash storage unit, Little Cerci was toiling away.
This scene made the treasure hunters roar with laughter.
"Little Cerci, what are you doing with your butt up? You look like a hen digging for worms. "
"Haha, buddy, you've become a porter. Not a bad porter, keep working!"
"I think he's a cleaner. Buddy, Li and Big Fox have gotten tens of thousands of dollars worth of artworks!"
Little Cerci grabbed a broken chair and threw it at the door. He scolded, "F * ck, you d * mn idiots, don't hang around in front of me. Go eat sh * t!"
Li Du had no intention of stepping on him. The difference in status was too big, and that would be embarrassing.
The most valuable items in the last storage unit were the Barbie dolls and other toys. The treasure hunters waited anxiously, but when they found that only some of the toys were worth a little, they left in disappointment.
Of course, besides being disappointed, these people were more happy. Li Du and Hans did not make a lot of money in the second storage unit, which made them feel better.
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