Chapter 85 Of Rosewood and Chinaware (1/2)
Chapter 85: Of Rosewood and Chinaware
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
”Everyone is obviously very interested in this storage unit. So the starting price is 200 dollars, 200 dollars, 200 dollars…”
This starting price was lower than average. At this, Reginald frowned and asked the person beside him, ”Why is the starting price so low?”
”Either the old man doesn’t know the value of this storage unit, or the storage company thinks that it’s not worth that much. I think it’s more likely to be the latter. Is this really a diamond storage unit?”
Many kept their eyes on Hans and Li Du. They didn’t trust what Hans had said.
Some were still willing to take the risk. Some were fools and didn’t even know that Hans had leaked the information. All they knew was that their information had been very detailed: books at the entrance, cloth coverings, Chinese art…
Which was why someone jumped to bid right away. ”Me, me, me! 200 dollars, over here!”
”Two thousand dollars!” called a middle-aged white man in sunglasses.
The had price shot to ten times the previous bid. The others looked at the bidder in shock. Li Du looked too. That man, with his chin tilted up and his eyes pointed skyward; who else could it be but Sky Eyes?
”He is a member of the Hundred Thousand Club. F*cking rich and bold!” said Hans. ”What do we do? It looks like we’ll go back empty-handed today. D*mn it!”
”It’s all your fault. Shut that blabbering mouth of yours next time!” Li Du said angrily. Quietly, he looked at a young man in the crowd and nodded while rubbing his mouth.
When he did that, the young man raised his hand and yelled, ”Me, me, me! 2,100 dollars!”
Many of the people had been watching Li Du closely. Seeing his interaction with the young man, they started muttering to their partners.
Sky Eyes snorted at the price. Lifting his hand, he yelled, ”2,500 dollars!”
The auctioneer beamed. He yelled, ”The price is now 2,500 dollars, 2,500 dollars, 2,500 dollars! How about 2,600 dollars, 2,600 dollars, 2,600 dollars! Are there any takers?”
”Okay!” a red-haired woman joined in.
More started bidding. ”Humphries, 3,000 dollars!”
”Very good, 3,000 dollars, 3,000 dollars, 3,000 dollars—”
Someone cut him off even before he finished. ”I’ll do 3,500 dollars!”
”Then 3,500—”
”Here, 5,000 dollars!” someone interrupted again.
The auctioneer was bemused. He just kept his mouth shut, waiting for the treasure hunters to bid on their own.
Li Du stroked his chin. A young man called out, ”5,500 dollars!”
The people who had been watching him jumped in.
”Six thousand dollars!”
”Six thousand five hundred dollars!”
Silence from the auctioneer.
”Ten thousand dollars!”
”Twenty thousand dollars!”
After some vigorous bidding, the price hiked up to 20,000 dollars. Li Du pretended to ponder it, then gave a firm nod. The young man shouted, ”21,000 dollars!”
At 20,000 dollars, the price had reached a cut-off point. They needed to think hard about it before bidding any further.
But the young man bid without any hesitation. In the heated, crazed environment, those who had been watching Hans and Li Du remained hot in the bidding. Someone shouted, ”22,000 dollars!”
At this, Li Du shook his head, seemingly livid. He strode out. Looking disappointed, Hans cursed, ”Go fight for some dog shit, all of you! I’ll help you look for a sewer!”
The bidding didn’t slow down after they left. The white-hot bidding went on:
”Look here, 23,000 dollars!”