2.8 million bet 300,000, is the industry so serious?

Don't think about it, Zhang Jing shook his head, he had money in his hand, and after selling 9 tons of silver, he returned 6.12 million rice yuan.

Originally, there was 3 million meters in the bank card, which was usually used to pay wages and maintain daily expenses.

The most recent large-scale land purchase cost 2.49 million of them, and about 30,000 of them were spent on Christmas, with a balance of 360,000.

The total cash balance was 6.48 million.

The money is useful to keep, in case the owner of Manor No. 1049 suddenly compromises, Zhang Jing needs to take out the money immediately, so he can only decline Kangxi's invitation.

After eating fast food and sitting in the driver's seat of the pickup truck, Xu Zehong called in.

"I asked others to identify the information you gave, the content is related to improving the accuracy of boring cars, although it is mechanical, part of it is a mathematician's business."

Zhang Jing didn't even know what a boring truck was, so he hit the core and asked, "How much is it worth?" ”

"Is it worth some money, is it complete?"

"Microwave oven-sized cardboard boxes, twelve boxes, I don't know if it's all in order."

Xu Zehong reminded, "Something is a good thing, and if you trade it, you may get into trouble with the Guan Division, such as espionage." ”

"Spies?" Zhang Jing asked rhetorically.

"Commercial espionage."

Zhang Jing hehe, "You deliberately scared me, right?" ”

"Forget it," Xu Zehong advised Zhang Jing, "Don't take any chances. ”

"Do you have a buyer?"

"Yes."

After receiving a positive answer, Zhang Jing drove the pickup truck out of the fast-food restaurant parking lot.

Got off the bus in a no-man's land halfway, transferred the materials in the carton to the Mithril space, and then lit the fuel tank, causing spontaneous combustion.

The whole process was done in one go and flawlessly, just a pity for a used pickup truck.

Then call the police, and after dealing with the chores, Zhang Jing went directly to the airport.

In the evening, take the plane and set off for Xiangjiang.

Sixteen hours later, we arrived at Xiangjiang International Airport, and it was dawn.

Left 12 boxes of information, got 400,000 meters of Xiangjiang coins, took another passenger plane to New York at noon, bought a ticket and flew to Tacoma International Airport.

The whole process is done in one go, and there is no trace of spring water.

After two days of flying and a day off from jet lag, Zhang Jing climbed out of the warm quilt, couldn't stop making money, and had to participate in the warehouse auction today.

Or No. 4755 Northeast Commercial Road, Seattle, where there are nearly 10,000 large and small warehouses.

One in 10 Citi residents has a self-storage warehouse to supplement their cramped home space.

As you can imagine, this is a huge business, and as a result, tens of thousands of warehouse rental companies have been created.

And because cleaning up the arrears warehouse is always a loss, I don't know when it started, the warehouse treasure hunter profession was born.

After experiencing an auction, Zhang Jing already knew that the warehouse company would announce the auction information on the Internet a week in advance, and if it was not limited to the city, there would be similar auctions almost every day.

This includes private warehouses, airport luggage, port containers, and more.

Kangxi was also there this time, and when he saw Zhang Jing, he excitedly introduced, "You weren't there the day before yesterday, I drove a Qing Dynasty water beast!" ”

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, one of which is the water beast, which generally lies on the water's edge, is generally a stone carving, not small, heavy, and is a good thing.

"Congratulations."

"I hope it's still mine, and it's your lucky day."

"Thank you."

"Is this your dog?" Kangxi looked down at the big yellow dog and asked Smartbean.

"Smart bean, call people." Zhang Jing shook the dog leash.

"Bark~"

Smart Bean wore a muzzle and looked up at Kangxi barking.

Kangxi hehe, "This dog looks spiritual." ”

"Yes, it calls you uncle."

Kangxi smiled.

During the chat, the queue completes the deposit and the auction begins.

The first warehouse is directly exposed and clearly visible, and underneath the dust is a motorcycle.

I can't see what kind of motorcycle it is, and even the wheels are covered.

"It looks like a Harley." There is speculation.

Then someone mended the knife, "Maybe it's just an ordinary motorcycle, otherwise it wouldn't be left here to eat dust." ”

There was a lot of heated discussion.

Kangxi guessed, "It won't be a dragon domestic battery car, right?" Imitation motorcycle. ”

Zhang Jing looked at Kangxi in surprise, and was actually right by him.

The gold finger shows a three-dimensional graphic of metal within five meters, and the 'motorcycle' under the dust cloth has no engine.

The structure is very similar to a battery car, imitating a motorcycle.

However, underneath the dust cloth, the silhouette it lets people see is cool and very disorienting.

"The starting price is 500 meters, and the price increase is not less than 50 meters each time." The host shouted.

"A thousand!"

A red-necked bidder pulled his throat, thinking that shouting had an advantage.

Everyone looked at the red neck, normally the treasure hunters would not maliciously raise the price of each other, after all, everyone is an ordinary person and needs to eat.

Unless there is a circumstance, as it is now, 'exposed'.

And if there is a Harley-Davidson under the dust cloth, a thousand is not enough.

Sure enough, someone immediately followed the price, and after four or five quotations, it had risen to 3,000.

Zhang Jing increased the price to three thousand three.

Everyone is chasing, if Zhang Jing doesn't chase it, it will be weird.

"Five thousand!"

Everyone looked at the neurotic who bid five thousand, a thin and tall Asian with a particularly long face, it was Date Temple Ming, and raised his chin provocatively at Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jingjue's inexplicability is not known at all.

This offer could not scare other treasure hunters, and after three rounds the price reached six and a half thousand.

Zhang Jing increased the price by three hundred, and the price became six thousand eight.

In order to raise the bar, Date Temple Ming added the price to 7,000.

Harley has a lot of motorcycles, and the 7,000 yuan is not its high-end car, but it has also covered a lot of entry-level models.

A somewhat familiar African-American fat brother added fifty to the price on the basis of seven thousand.

Zhang Jing was silent, he just showed his attitude, and he didn't plan to buy it.

Kangxi pinched Zhang Jing's sweat next to him, and quietly reminded in Mandarin, "There is a big pit here, I'd rather miss it than chase high, the benefits and risks are not proportional." ”

After more than ten rounds of duels, the first warehouse was pocketed by Date Temple Ming for 9,700 meters.

At this time, Date Temple, who had a slender face, did not forget to pick his chin proudly at Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing clasped his hands and watched him open the blind box.

10,000 meters is not a small amount, and everyone is waiting at the door, watching Date Temple Ming lift the dust cloth.

As expected, it turned out to be really just a cheap plastic-style battery motorcycle.

Date Temple's expression was ugly, and the scene was a little unbearable.

In the next few warehouses, Zhang Jing just tried to bid, and didn't really plan to buy it, but Date Temple Ming made trouble every time.

This means that even if Zhang Jing really wants to buy something, it will be maliciously destroyed.

In order to protect his own interests, Zhang Jing can only rectify the other party.

The familiar African-American fat guy took a fancy to a warehouse filled with all kinds of boxes and miscellaneous items.

It stands to reason that there is a high probability that it is a loss to clean the warehouse company, but the African fat brother intuitively told him that there was a treasure in it, so he increased the price all the way to 900 meters.

At this time, there was no one bidding, and Zhang Jing increased the price by 10 meters.

Seeing Zhang Jing's bid, Date Si Ming increased the price to 1000 in the spirit of not being a good person.

Zhang Jingtan spread his hands and gave up.

The African-American fat brother vomited blood and added 10 meters.

Seeing that Zhang Jing did not increase the price, Date Temple said that he didn't want it either, and a house of garbage really didn't interest him.

In this way, the African fat brother spent 1110 meters more to auction the warehouse.

It was obvious that the African-American fat brother was angry, but he could only endure it, because no one broke the rules.

The African-American fat brother is good-tempered, and the next person is not so good.