Treasure Hunt Tycoon

The box opened, showing a small crossbow.

The small crossbow is made of steel. It is unknown whether it is painted with silver paint or the steel itself. It is very bright and slippery. The light shines and the light flashes.

It is very small, about twenty centimeters in length and fourteen to five centimeters in width, like a silver bird with spread wings.

The auctioneer picked up a small crossbow with an arrow box on it. After opening it, he pressed six cold, flashing short arrows into it and shouted, "Now everyone's eyes are on my hands and see if I take them out. What a good ... "

"I won't introduce more people to the handmade crossbow made by Berne. If you don't know who Berne is, you won't buy this little guy ..."

"This guy's name is Wrath of Pterosaur. It's hand-made using aluminum, steel and brass. Its arrows are made of carbon fiber tube and stainless steel. It's an absolute weapon ..."

"Now I'm starting to accept that it would be appropriate to start with five hundred dollars, isn't it? Five hundred, five hundred and five hundred pieces of Bern's handmade crossbow comes with fifty short arrows!"

As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, Hans raised his hand and said, "550 yuan!"

"Good five hundred and fifty dollars, five hundred and fifty dollars, five hundred and fifty dollars. Has anyone made six hundred? There is no doubt that such handmade goods are worth six hundred dollars ..."

"600 yuan, I'm out!"

"Six hundred six hundred six hundred six hundred is very good. Let us congratulate this young man, but this handmade crossbow does not belong to you six hundred five hundred six hundred and fifty. Does anyone want it?"

Hans raised his hand again: "700 yuan!"

"750 dollars!"

"800 yuan!"

"850 dollars!"

Hans shook his head and said loudly: "1,000 yuan!"

The crowd hissed, and the previously quoted person shook his head back, indicating that they had given up the crossbow.

The auctioneer shouted the price of '1,000 yuan' three times, and no one raised the price. He waved his fist: "Okay, now this fierce little pterosaur belongs to that brother. Let us applaud it and step down to welcome our new baby……"

After shooting more than a dozen things, the motorcycle was put on the field.

At this time, the crowd made whistle and applause, and many young people crowded into the front of the crowd. They will be the potential owners of the car.

Unlike when they were just assembled, Stephen and Hannah repainted the motorcycles. The three cars were white, black and red.

Outside the bright car paint, there are also sprays of flames, skulls, **** dogs, etc., making this motorcycle look rougher.

The auctioneer held the microphone and said loudly, "Well, a fierce beast has appeared. This is a good guy created by Hans-Fox Seiko. Don't ask me who Hans-Fox is because I don't know ..."

Hans laughed below, waved around, and pointed at his chest, indicating that this was his own goods.

"But we don't need to care about its previous owner's identity. Just remember that we are its new owner. Don't tell me you don't mind young people ..."

"Look, this monster is a well-deserved beast. It is a well-deserved beast. See how rough it is. I can't help but suspect that it is a descendant of the Soviet monsters ..."

"We all know that the simpler the structure of the motorcycle, the simpler it is to maintain and the easier it is to drive, the more vigorous it is. So I price it a thousand yuan. I think everyone should be happy to increase the price ..."

"1000 yuan me me me!" Someone immediately quoted.

"I'm willing to buy 1100 yuan!"

"1500 yuan!"

"1800 yuan!"

"Poor ghosts get away, I'll make 2000!"

"Let me give 2100!"

The price climbed rapidly, and after 2,000 yuan, the quotation slowed down, but this price has made Li Du very satisfied.

Starting from 2,100 yuan, the price slowly increased, and eventually rose to 2,500 yuan. The price was reported by a black young man about the same age as Li Du.

After the auctioneer shouted three times and no one raised the price, he waved and said that the motorcycle would belong to the black youth.

Hans took the lead to applaud vigorously, the crowd clamored fiercely, the young black people and their friends around happily punched or hugged.

Then, another motorcycle was pushed up.

Li Du said strangely: "This motorcycle is assembled by ourselves. It should not be of high value. Is it barely possible to sell a thousand?"

Hans laughed: "This is the charm of the used auction market. Everyone wants it, so its price will rise."

Li Du asked, "Why do you buy it here? Are there any American motorcycles?"

Hans said, "First of all, our motorcycles are displacements, and the engines are premium Japanese goods. Although they are second-hand goods, they are still very valuable."

"Secondly, junk auctions have formed an industry. You can understand that many people like this industry. They trust this market and come and buy things exclusively in this market."

"Also, it's rare to manually assemble a motorcycle in a small place like Flagpole. If you don't want to buy it in Phoenix or Tucson, you can only buy it wherever you encounter it."

"The same is true of other things, right?" Li Duran asked.

"Correct."

The two motorcycles at the back sold for 2,500 and 2,600. The price is www.wuxiaspot.com, which is similar to the first one. The revenue of the three motorcycles exceeded expectations and reached 7,600.

Hans first collected the money for the motorcycle, then bought the crossbow and gave it to Li Du.

Mr Li asked, "Why do you buy this stuff for me?"

Hans sighed helplessly: "I don't know why, you are always prone to provoke people. Your visa can't buy a gun, so you can defend yourself with a crossbow."

Mr. Li was right to think about it, he was a little embarrassed: "This is not good, it costs you a lot."

Hans said: "Don't be polite with your brother, just accept it, but it's better to shout when you use it later: Let the boss Fu punish you ..."

He yelled loudly, everyone around him turned around, and Mr. Li had to pretend he didn't know this asshole.

The auction was over, it was late and it was nine o'clock.

The auction floor where people come and go began to become Moncoloque, and everyone left one after the other, and this week's auction is over.

Li Du is also going to leave, but Hans took him to the market. This second-hand market is quite lively, and there are still many people shopping.

"It's not just a flea market, it's a night market," Hans said. "It's so hot right now, and it's really busy at night."

Li Du said, "Everyone is brave enough."

American red, green, blue sky and clear water in the sun, but in the evening, many parts of the country became dark, mainly blacks, Latinos and Mexicans like to engage in illegal activities at night, resulting in poor public security.

"The security in the rural areas of Flagstaff is very good. The police here work very hard, and there are no gang forces to control these places. In short, this is not Memphis or Detroit."

Hans explained two sentences and took Li Du to sit down at a booth.