Chapter 91 Let’s Spoil The Game (1/2)
Chapter 91: Let’s Spoil The Game
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The moment the bid of 10,000 was heard, the atmosphere cooled down a notch; some treasure hunters were shaking their heads in defeat.
Hans felt a stir of excitement. Formula One Racing was also known as ”Golden Car Grand Prix”; this was not an exaggeration, as the components of a race car were as costly as gold. It was as if those parts were made of gold.
The supposedly valuable parts the duo heard rumors of were the driver’s seat and the steering wheel; as long as these two components were not damaged, they could easily be sold together for a price of 70,000 to 80,000 dollars.
If they could win the unit with just 10,000 dollars, it would be like they had hit the jackpot.
However, the atmosphere only cooled for a short while before it heated up again:
”Twelve thousand dollars—here! Here!”
”Thirteen thousand dollars. D*mn, it’s too crazy.”
”Fourteen thousand dollars. I’m over here!”
Hans shrugged his shoulders, and laughed mockingly at himself, ”I knew it wouldn’t be easy to win this unit. Let’s take it up to fifteen thousand dollars!”
Another bid was called. Hans wanted to continue bidding but Li Du stopped him, shaking his head. ”Let’s wait for a while—that shrewd fellow over there hasn’t made a move.”
The guy Li Du mentioned was Rambis’s mustached brother-in-law. He stared at the bidders coldly with a disdainful smile.
”I so feel like hammering that dude’s face to see if he can still smile after having his nose broken!” Hans said, gritting his teeth.
”Well, we might have a chance to smile later,” said Li Du.
The bidding price kept going up and the atmosphere at the auction was heating up; the treasure hunters were conversing with each other because some of them were not sure about the worth of the storage unit.
”Hey, Baldwell, you seem like you need to win this badly—what’s in it?”
”Rando, what’s going on? What is inside the warehouse?”
”Sh*t, the price went up to fifteen thousand. Is there a gold mine hidden in there?”
”Bro, what exactly does this warehouse contain?” the big-headed, large-eared Rambis asked his brother-in-law. ”The price is too high now.”
”Keep it hush! Some highly valuable Ferrari parts are inside,” the mustached guy answered softly.
”What? How did you know?” Rambis exclaimed.
”I know this because I have a wide network of connections!” said the mustached guy proudly.
Actually, he had spent money to get the insider news, which was a common way to get ahold of insider information. What he had told Rambis was just to make himself look good.
The bid went up further, from 15,000 to 20,000; this price was a turning point in the auction, for the atmosphere suddenly cooled down a lot.
At this point, the mustached guy decided it was time to bid; he held up his hand and said, ”30,000!”
The crowd gasped at his bid, and immediately started to voice out their thoughts:
”Carl, you are a beast!”
”Thirty thousand dollars? That’s playing with fire, dude!”
”F*ck, Baldwell, let’s team up—you don’t have much money left, do you?”
The sharp 10,000-dollar increase in the bidding price made some of those who also had the insider information drop out of the bidding race.
The auctioneer pointed at the mustached guy, Carl, and said, ”Now the price is 30,000, 30,000—anyone want to bid 31,000, 31,000, anyone?”
There were about three to four treasure hunters whose facial expression still conveyed the urge to outbid the price, but their eyes were also peering at the fourth to-be-auctioned storage unit. They looked hesitant and torn.