The auction was about to compete for the result, but a sudden voice caused a twist.

The man who was excited that his opponent had given up the auction was beaten back to his original form by a thunderbolt on a sunny day before the excitement on his face could be cleaned up.

What's going on? He fought for so long to take down the warehouse for 6,250 yuan, and as a result, someone asked for 10,000 US dollars as soon as he opened his mouth?

Damn it! If he had 10,000 dollars, he would have killed that fool who was competing with him, how could he compete for a few dollars for so long!

Who the hell is it? Who took the cheese that was about to fall into his mouth?

The angry man turned to look in the direction from which the voice came from, and saw a smiling young woman standing there.

"Who are you? Don't you know that this is our territory? ”

As soon as he saw that the person was unknown to him, Balk knew that this was a rookie outsider, a troublemaker they had the most trouble.

In general, people like them have their own turf. Competition is competition, and they all know each other a lot. They are a big city, and there are a lot of similar warehouses, but they are relatively cheap here, so there are no people who come here to rent warehouses.

Those who can really make a lot of money from this project don't look down on the petty fights here at all, and if there are no accidents, sometimes a few dozen dollars can be auctioned off a warehouse.

There are no big guys to grab, and the most hated bidders who are waiting to pick up the leaks are the rookies who join the auction by curiosity. They don't understand the market, they don't understand the rules, and the most annoying thing is that they still have money in their hands!

Look, it's $10,000 for one export!

Damn, so many who can keep up!

For the man with a fierce face, Jun Qingxuan just glanced at it, and then looked at the man who was presiding over the auction with a smile: "Can't I bid?" ”

"Yes, of course." Those who have money and don't make money are fools, and if someone is willing to spend a few thousand dollars more to shoot the warehouse, of course they are happy to see it.

After confirming that no one continued to bid, the manager announced that the warehouse was owned by Jun Qingbrand. She has a day to clean out the contents of the warehouse, after which it will be returned.

There are other warehouses to be auctioned next, so even if there are any more opinions about Jun Qingxuan, most of those bidders are gone. But there is no one left, obviously interested in whether her $10,000 contribution will pay off.

She really spent too much, and even if there was an out-of-print motorcycle in the box, unless she could guarantee that it was well preserved and that there were no problems in all aspects, then it would be possible to earn back $10,000. But no matter how you look at it, it seems unlikely that such a good thing will happen. If there is really no problem with the motorcycle, how can it be left in the warehouse for so long?

Jun Qingyan didn't mind being watched, she walked into the warehouse and cleaned up some of the clutter outside.

Don't look at it as a sundry, you can make a little money by throwing it in the second-hand market. For example, a sofa covered under a white cloth can be sold for at least about two hundred dollars.

She doesn't understand this, but some of the onlookers do. As soon as she saw what she had cleaned out, someone whispered to her companion to calculate the price. They thought they were talking very little, how could they escape Junqing's ears?

It took half an hour to clean up the clutter outside, and the rest was finally to the huge box.

Jun Qingzhi knew that there were some old books inside, but the onlookers didn't know it. They were still looking forward to what was inside.

Especially the one who lost the bid, who kept muttering and squirming the sausage mouth. You don't have to listen to it to know that he has been cursing Junqing for not getting anything valuable, and it's best to lose it all!

I know how big a case can be for a motorcycle.

Jun Qingyan did not shy away from the eyes of others, and with a strong hand, he took the box out.

The onlookers of the "......" were stunned by her movements.

She didn't pick it up after weighing it, but at first she lifted it with all her strength, as if she were carrying a brick, and carried it to the open space outside the warehouse.

With such a light box, I know with my nose that there is no motorcycle hidden in it. And the action of her directly holding it out seemed to tell everyone that she knew there was no one in it from the beginning. So why would she be willing to pay a "huge sum" of $10,000 after knowing that there was no valuable motorcycle?

Could it be that she knew that there was something more valuable than a motorcycle?

There was a commotion in the crowd of onlookers, eager to help her open the box.

Junqing didn't have much appetite, and opened the box in front of everyone.

Under the gaze of several heads who came over, she began to pull out the books one by one from inside.

There were old books in it, which she had known for a long time. She didn't see that the onlookers looked at her after the old books were turned out, and their eyes changed a lot.

My God! This woman actually took out hundreds of books by herself! Is she a Hercules?

Hundreds of books! At least a few hundred pounds!

She just picked up the box and the books as if it didn't weigh much!

This made the person who originally wanted to do something illegal after she cleaned up the warehouse couldn't help but shrink his neck, and pressed down the years that had floated before.

This woman was terrible, and they didn't want to provoke such a woman.

"She must be from the East! Only Oriental Kung Fu is possible to do this kind of thing! ”

"That's right! I knew that Orientals know kung fu! ”

"I wonder if it's too late for me to learn kung fu now? I live next door to an Oriental student, maybe I should learn two tricks from him! ”

Jun Qingxuan was laughing secretly at the whispers of those people as she cleaned up her books. What does it mean that Oriental people know kung fu? How did this rumor get around? Why does it seem to have a high degree of recognition?

Old books are actually worth some money, such as the first edition of Harry Potter, which can sell for a lot of money. There are also some commemorative and collectible ones that can be sold for a good price.

Some of the books that Junqing picked up were quite valuable, which made the onlookers exclaim from time to time.

Although it is valuable, but the value is really not high, the expensive ones are about a few hundred dollars to thousands of dollars, and the main preservation is not bad, if there are no missing pages or other defects, it is not difficult to sell for a good price.

Packing up those books, Jun Qing branded for another hour or so. When she was almost cleaned up, the bidder who had not contested her let out a mocking sneer.

"Looks like you've lost a lot. It's a shame. ”