In the next warehouse, a white father and son swore that they would get it.

Therefore, the plan is heavy, and Zhang Jing adds a starting price at the juncture, and Date Temple Ming has money, so he directly adds a hundred.

A McDonald's fried chicken nugget is only six yuan, a hundred is not a small amount, and the white father and son are annoyed.

"Bang!"

A punch the size of a punching bag hit Date Naruto in the face, and Date Tera's head rattled and retreated.

"You! And you! ”

The beater turned around and pointed at Zhang Jing and shouted, "There are grievances between you, don't come to harm us!" ”

Kangxi stood between Zhang Jing and the big man, "Don't do it, brother!" ”

After a brief riot, the auction continued.

"You have a conflict with that Japanese man?" Kangxi asked Zhang Jing.

"I don't know at all," Zhang Jing glanced at Date Temple, who left in embarrassment, "It's just a psychopath." ”

Zhang Jing was not moved by the next few warehouses, and Kangxi shot the fourteenth warehouse.

"There must be good things here, and when the auction is over, I'll come back and open the blind box."

As he spoke, Kangxi skillfully took out a lock from his coat pocket, locked the roller shutter door, and continued to participate in the next one.

Zhang Jing didn't hit Kangxi, he spent 700 photos of the messy warehouse, behind a pile of broken cardboard boxes, there were only some expired door lock samples.

It's really all garbage, and it's not easy or realistic to get rich overnight.

Like a slap in the face, the host took everyone around in a circle to the fifteenth warehouse.

It was a small warehouse two meters wide and about four meters long, and it was also full of miscellaneous items and some old clothes.

Within a five-meter visual range of the gold finger, two retro-shaped, unrifled pistols were hidden in a corner wooden box.

The pistol shows no grip, not that it does not have a grip, which only proves that it is not metal.

It's worth looking forward to!

"50 meters from the auction." The host shouted as usual.

After more than a dozen rounds, a middle-aged woman shouted the price to 300 meters, and no one was willing to increase the price at this time.

Zhang Jingjia 5 meters.

The middle-aged woman who bid 300 meters looked at Zhang Jing and increased the price to 310 meters.

Zhang Jing exerted his strength and increased the price to 400 yuan.

Women don't want to engage in vicious competition, shrug their shoulders and give up.

Kangxi took out a lock and handed it to Zhang Jing, "Open it now, or wait until the auction is over?" ”

Zhang Jing chose to lock the roller shutter door.

The wish is beautiful, the reality is a slap in the face, the warehouse behind is full of garbage, and the warehouse company is sanitized in vain.

"BOSS," a big-eyed, dirty-haired African-American girl approached, "do you need to clean up?" I'm cheap and have a pickup truck that can take away the trash. ”

Treasure hunters are also garbage cleaners, and African-American girls are the ones who really clean and find a place to dump garbage.

"Follow me."

Returning to the small warehouse bought by auction, Zhang Jing opened the iron lock.

Contrary to the general perception, this African-American girl is very diligent and moves the sundries and garbage out neatly.

Zhang Jing walked straight to the bottom corner of the warehouse and picked up the wooden box containing the pistol.

There was too much dust in the warehouse, Zhang Jing walked outside and opened it, and what came into view was two well-preserved self-fired pistols, lying quietly on a piece of blue flannel.

The grip should be ivory, and although it has been yellowed, it does not look cheap.

Unexpectedly, there were more than a dozen postcards pressed under the gun, the kind with stamps.

Before the Internet was not popular, postcards were very commonly used, most of them were greetings sent by friends and classmates, and the handwritten kind was warmer.

Remove the gun and take out the postcard.

The font is scattered and a little shaky, which indicates that the writer is not in good physical condition.

The top postcard reads as follows:

'Winnie, I feel deeply guilty for the irreparable wrongs I have committed against you, I am destined to go to hell, I wish you all the best, Bowen, March 3, 2022. ’

Looking at other famous postcards, Zhang Jing knows more information.

It is a sad story in which the sender and the receiver were lovers who loved to death when they were young and were later forced to separate.

I just don't understand, break up and break up, what irreparable fault can there be?

Actually let a man blame himself for a lifetime?

Considering that the writer of the letter has been writing unsteadily.

The tenant must be notified at least half a year before the auction of the private warehouse, during which the notice must be made by email, telephone or letter, so as to fulfill the obligation of full notification.

Zhang Jing guessed that 'Winnie' might have been terminally ill or even dead, otherwise he would not have abandoned the two antique pistols that looked valuable.

"Fine!"

Kangxi came over and scolded angrily, "I bought a warehouse of garbage, and I didn't even bother to dispose of it." ”

"It's just a few hundred meters, it's just a small amount of money for you." Zhang Jing comforted the other party.

"You seem to have opened something good," Kangxi pointed to the wooden box, "What is it?" ”

Zhang Jing opened the wooden box and showed it to Kangxi.

"Great God!" Kangxi exclaimed, "It's actually two antique pistols!" ”

Forty minutes later, Zhang Jing and Kangxi arrived at the Pike Place Market antique shop with antique pistols.

The young shopkeeper of the pawnshop, who has dark brown hair and a sturdy body, is about 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 200 pounds, Will, is playing with his fingers.

"Welcome, what's selling today?"

Zhang Jing put the wooden box on the counter and opened it gently.

Will didn't know about antique pistols, in exchange for his old son, a big old man with a bald head.

"It seems to be a French cavalry pistol, a special model made by the rich."

The elder put on his gloves, picked them up and looked left and right, up and down, half loud, indicating that he was not very familiar.

Gently put it down, and the old man called the antique firearms expert.

Twenty minutes to the expert, an old man with a beard like a broom, about sixty years old.

Seeing the gun, the expert gave a direct answer, "This is a French cavalry gun at the end of the 18th century;

The biggest difference between a cavalry gun and a pistol is its length, which is generally longer than a pistol in order to increase the effective range. ”

Then the expert put on gloves and took a closer look at the riding gun, "The style is a riding gun, obviously a special model, and the tail of the gun is decorated with a lion's head pattern, which should belong to a certain family emblem." ”

"How much is it worth?" The big shopkeeper hit the core and asked.

"Considering that it is specially made, the grip is ivory, and I estimate that each one is worth 6,000 to 7,000 yuan."

Zhang Jing was disappointed, too little.

In business, the big shopkeeper didn't sympathize at all, and directly waved a Heavenly Sword at Zhang Jing, "Mr. Zhang, how about each four thousand yuan each?" ”

The expert quoted the market price, and the pawnshop was the second market, so it was naturally impossible to give the original price.

But the old bald head slashed too hard.

bargained, and finally sold for 4,07 each.

"Isn't it very few?" Leaving the pawnshop, Kangxi asked tentatively.

Nodded his head.

It's pitiful, 9,400 yuan, not even enough to support him for a week's salary.

"Let's cooperate to buy a house," Kangxi invited again, "That mansion will be auctioned tomorrow, and if you buy it and renovate it, the profit will be much greater than opening a warehouse." ”

Zhang Jingtan spread his hands, "It's not that I don't want to cooperate with you, but I don't have the strength to do it." ”

...

Separated from Kangxi, Zhang Jing took Smart Beans back to Whitefish Town, passing through Bellevue on the way, passing by a large villa with two A-shaped display shelves at the door.

White on a red background reads: EstateSale, Publicauction

Hit the brakes decisively and pull over to the side of the road.