After Old George made his bid.
All the treasure hunters present had their eyes fixed on warehouse No. 7, and they were thinking carefully about whether they should raise the price.
However…
No matter how they calculated.
He thought that 6,000 dollars was the maximum price for this warehouse. After all, the Harley motorcycle would only be sold for about 6,000 dollars after it was repaired.
As for the other old clothes and miscellaneous items.
These treasure hunters didn't count them as items in the warehouse at all.
They all thought that even if they cleaned up all these items, it would at most be equal to the cost of cleaning up.
It was obvious.
The final ownership of warehouse number seven.
It should be between Old George and Twain, and only the two of them could not care less about the loss of thousands of dollars.
At this moment.
Twain saw Old George offer six thousand dollars.
He merely curled his lips casually and extended his hand as he continued to speak slowly.
Eight thousand dollars."
"Although this storage unit is performing well, if the bid exceeds 8,000 USD, we will definitely lose everything.”
"I just don't know."
"As someone's best friend, would Old George suffer a loss in order to stand up for him?”
"If I'm not wrong."
"Old George, who has always regarded the US dollar as God, wouldn't do such a stupid thing, right? Wasting the money in his pocket just to stand up for some eastern kid.”
"To be honest, if it were me,"
Before Twain could finish his words.
Old George's incomparably firm and unhesitant words directly interrupted Twain's gap, and then he spoke again calmly.
Ten thousand dollars."
"If you want to add more, then continue to add more. If you don't, then shut up. I don't welcome a Texas person to point fingers here.”
As soon as he said this.
Twain's eyes suddenly darkened a few degrees, and then he suddenly laughed mockingly.
"Ten thousand dollars? Hahaha."
"So the always shrewd Old George would sometimes spend 10,000 USD for this kind of garbage warehouse?”
"I can't help but want to see"
"Old George dragged that pile of trash to the garbage dump with a helpless and pained expression.”
Without a doubt.
In Twain's eyes,
The maximum price of this unit number 7 was 8,000 USD. Any more and it would be a loss.
Therefore…
When Old George offered a price of 10,000 dollars to stand up for Yang Ming, Twain seemed to be able to see it
Old George had a bitter look on his face when he was cleaning up the warehouse.
Old Neil stood at the very front.
He knocked the auction hammer in his hand and regained control of the situation in the auction. Then, he continued to explain.
Ten thousand dollars."
"The highest price for unit 7 is 10,000 dollars offered by Old George.”
"Are there any other friends who feel that unit 7 is very valuable and plan to pay a higher price to take it?”
These words.
It was just a routine question from Old Neil.
When the unit was auctioned for 10,000 dollars, it was basically in Old George's pocket.
After all.
Most of the treasure hunters present didn't have ten thousand dollars in their pockets.
After dozens of seconds, no one made a bid.
Old Neil slammed the auction hammer in his hand down and handed the storage key to Old George as he asked with a smile.
"Old George, this is the key to warehouse 7.”
"There's only one storage unit left. After we're done with storage unit 8, we'll come back and clean it up.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Twain shook his shoulders and smiled brightly as he gloated.
"Hahaha, isn't that nonsense? Of course, Old George wanted to continue participating in the auction because he didn't dare to look at the storage unit anymore.”
"After all."
"I spent 10,000 USD to buy a trashy warehouse. In order to protect my face, how could I dare to clean it up in front of the treasure hunter?”
Earlier.
She had lost face in front of Yang Ming.
Twain, who held a grudge, would not easily let it go.
As a rather intelligent treasure hunter.
He would never let go of such an opportunity. Naturally, he would try his best to mock Old George and Yang Ming.
At this moment.
Old George took the key to unit 7.
After blinking at Yang Ming, he slowly walked to the front of the warehouse and spoke casually.
"Since someone wants to see me earn money so much, how can I not satisfy him?”
"Tell me the truth."
"This abandoned warehouse in front of me is worth at least 50,000 USD in my eyes. I really want to know."
" How could someone shamelessly say that 8,000 dollars is the maximum price for this storage unit? He's just a self-righteous fool.”
As he spoke.
Old George walked into the warehouse.
He casually picked up a pair of old jeans from the snakeskin bag and carefully looked at it. Then, he shrugged and explained.
"It looks good."
"A pair of classic jeans from the 90s. Judging from the luster and wear, the original owner probably didn't wear it many times.”
"How much can such a classic pair of jeans sell for in a second-hand shop?”
"Let me think about it."
At this point.
All the treasure hunters present were shocked and incredulous.
they did not expect
It turned out that other than the Harley motorcycle, these branded clothes from the 1990s were the most valuable things.
And Twain, who had been mocking him non-stop earlier.
When he saw the jeans in Old George's hands, he was also so shocked that he did not know what to say. His face was ashen as if he had eaten a fly.
At this moment.
Old George pretended to think for a few seconds before looking at Twain's position with a kind smile on his face.
"If I remember correctly."
"A pair of these jeans is worth at least 500 dollars. In this warehouse, there are at least several bags full of these clothes.”
"By the way, Twain, I have to mention something."
"Thank you for letting me get such a high-quality storage unit for only 10,000 USD. There's no difficulty or threat at all.”
"Thank you so much. You're the real idiot.”
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