At ten o'clock in the morning, Jian Heng had already shrunk into the storage room and waited for the auction to start.

Now Jian Heng's storage room is no longer as empty as it was at the beginning, there are already a lot of things. For example, the chairs, sofas and other things are all from the middle class next to them, and some toolboxes and other things are from the old man who loves bicycles. Let's put it this way, in the two rooms next door, everything that Jian Heng thought was good or looked like it was worth a little money was changed by Jian Hengtao to his own small room.

Since I came here at nine o'clock yesterday and started tossing, I have been tossing for four or five hours, and only in the middle of the night did I go home and squint for a while, Jian Heng has spent a lot of effort.

Don't get me wrong, the things on both sides are not worth Jian Heng spending most of the night to move, Jian Heng's time is mainly to disguise the old man's bicycle well, as a young man who is quite rigorous in doing things, Jian Heng naturally can't just throw the car into the compartment and think that everything is fine.

Think about what a room that hasn't been cleaned for three months should look like, and there's a thin layer of dust on everything. If you just put the car in it, how can you do it.

Boy! In the middle of the gray things, there is a shiny old antique car, as long as you are not blind, everyone will doubt it.

The solution that Jian Heng thought of was also very simple, he used a layer of cloth to cover the car, and after covering it, he used a small self-made machine to raise a layer of ash on the cloth, not only on the cloth but also on the exposed wheels, and even the ground under the car was cleaned by Jian Heng.

The reason why I do these things is not to escape the eyes of professionals, but to look more reasonable.

Jian Heng shook the chair on his feet while recalling the essentials he had come up with.

For Jian Heng, it was immediately like a performance, when the curtain opened when the shooting began, he played a young man in society who inadvertently picked up a treasure, whether it was for the discovery of Daben or for the expression of what he should have in the face of the real camera, Jian Heng thought carefully about it, and made sure to be as close to the truth as possible.

As the time passed minute by minute, the closer he got to the auction time, Jian Heng's heart began to feel a little nervous.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Jian Heng comforted himself.

Whoever puts millions of dollars in someone else's place will be a little worried, you know, this is money that ordinary people can't make in a lifetime! Jian Heng is also a person who has never seen millions of American knives with his own eyes, how can he not worry.

Standing up from his chair, Jian Heng paced back two steps in his small storage room, stopping to look next door from time to time, as if his eyes could see the antique car covered under the gray cloth through the thick cement wall.

Ding Ding Dong! Ding Ding Dong!

At this time, Jian Heng's phone rang.

When I took it out and looked at it, I realized that it was Jim calling.

Pressing on, Jian Heng put the phone to his ear, and at the same time calmed down and asked in a normal tone: "Hello, this is Jian Heng." Jim? What's the matter? ”

Jim opened his mouth and asked, "Jane, where are you?" I happen to be near your house, are you at home? ”

"No, I'm outside," Jian Heng replied.

Jim then asked, "Are you busy now, if not, I'll go to you."

Hearing that Jim was looking for himself, Jian Heng thought for a moment, because this guy was not in Jian Heng's arrangement. The thought flashed in his mind, and Jian Heng had a plan here.

"If you want to come over, come here, I'm here...."As he spoke, Jian Heng reported the address of his storage room to Jim.

"It's not far from my house to here," after finishing speaking, Jian Heng deliberately added another sentence.

Hearing that Jim was coming, Jian Heng temporarily decided to add a small role to Jim in his script, which is the kind of friend who has shit luck and he is happy with poverty.

Of course, Jian Heng will not tell Jim that he has assigned him a role, firstly, this matter cannot be said, and secondly, it is easy for him to play his true colors if he does not say it, he did not expect it, and any reaction he will have at that time will be the most real and credible.

For this matter, Jian Heng thought about it for a long time before deciding on the steps of the entire operation. After being in the United States for so long, Jian Heng understands the difference in the concept of China and the United States about the same thing.

Let's take Daben as an example, if this car is obtained by an ordinary person in China, it is estimated that he will choose to put this East XC up as long as possible, and not let others know, for fear that someone will know about it, and he will covet it, and he will be snatched directly.

As a Chinese, this matter can also be understood, there are countless examples of Shen Wansan in history, and there are ghosts if you don't have to worry about it. From this point of view, it seems that the Chinese people have never had much confidence in the safety of their own property, so they can only hide it and not expose their wealth.

The United States is different, Jian Heng knows that if he hides this thing, it will be troublesome, if he secretly hides it, it is estimated that the gangsters in the vicinity will not be able to eat it and walk around if they get the letter!

The best option is to directly expose Daben to the public and tell everyone that this thing is their own. In this way, even if someone covets it, it must be plundered by legitimate means, or by spending money or exchange, rather than by the power in their hands, and if anyone dares to do so openly, it is to confront the foundation of the United States - the sanctity of private property.

"Okay, I know you're there, I'll be there later!" Jim said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" After Jian Heng finished speaking, he heard Jim hang up the phone, and he put the phone back in his pocket.

After turning around his small room twice and looking at his watch a few times at the same time, Jian Heng finally couldn't stand his small storage room a little, and felt that the space was too small and a little stuffy, so he walked to the door and stretched out his hand to lift the half-pulled down roller shutter door to almost his chest, and bent down to get out.

Out of the storage room, Jian Heng turned around and locked the door, and walked directly to the gate.

When he arrived at the gate, Jian Heng found that there were already more than a dozen people gathered at the doorman, and they were standing or squatting waiting to participate in the shooting.

Scanning his gaze over the faces of these people, Jian Heng found that almost half of these people were that kind of treasure hunters.

It's just a nice name to say that it's a treasure hunter, but in fact, these people are doing the work of collecting rags in the United States, but they don't collect all the rags, they all collect them selectively, like some old machine containing precious metals, or old things in the storage room that no one wants like now, waiting for the auction to be auctioned, expecting the value of the things in the storage room to be higher than their own bids.

Seeing these veteran hunters Jian Heng didn't have any special worries, these people were not a threat to Jian Heng, because in essence, they were all businessmen, and businessmen would consider profits and losses, and let them spend a thousand dollars to blindly shoot a storage room? If they had done so, they would have been eliminated from the industry long ago.

What worries Jian Heng is that those who don't look like veterans, they may have other purposes, or they may have other ideas, in short, these people are the most unscored, and no one knows where the bottom line of these people is.

While Jian Heng was looking at others, people were also looking at him, perhaps because of the rare Asian faces, so everyone looked at Jian Heng for a longer time, and some of them smiled at Jian Heng.

Just as Jian Heng was smiling at others in return, a white uncle in his forties who looked amiable walked out of the crowd.

This one is a little blessed, and the clothes are ordinary, but they are very clean, and the seams of the clothes are very hot, in short, it looks like an uncle who has lived next to the house for a long time, which makes it easy for people to have a good impression.

"Hello, my name is Brian, I'm here to try my luck, I've got my eye on number thirty-seven and number forty-two, what about you?" The white uncle said with a smile on his cheeks, and there were still a little dimples on his cheeks when he laughed.

Jian Heng stretched out his hand and shook him: "I'm also going to come over and shoot a room to see if I can catch something."

"New hunter?" The middle-aged man thought that he had met a colleague who had just entered the industry.

Jian Heng shook his head: "Not counted!" I prefer the number 30, and there is no major conflict with you."

As soon as he finished saying this, Jian Heng happened to see Jim's car driving in, so he said to the middle-aged man, "I'm sorry, my friend is here."

As he spoke, he gestured to Jim's car.

"Okay, we'll talk next time!" The man's smile was still genuine.

Jian Heng smiled and took two steps towards Jim's car.

Jim got out of the car, closed the car door with a snap, came to Jian Heng's front and looked at the big factory, and said casually: "The storage rooms here are quite large, do you have so many things to put in?" ”

"There aren't many things, I don't care if I like it or not, rent a bigger one in case you need it!" After making an excuse at random, Jian Heng motioned for Jim to go to the door.