Chapter 1215 Silly-Eyed Eagle (1/2)

After Eagle Beak Blade paid up, he brought his gang to warehouse number 77 with a solemn look.

One of his people, a guy with a mustache, said, ”Boss, how will we deal with this? Can we still get any profit from number 103? Initially, we had planned on gaining four hundred thousand from those.”

Eagle Beak Blade said coolly, ”Who cares about 103? Anthony has to fork out the cash. According to my information, that New York dude is a well-known figure in the treasure hunting trade. He would not shirk his way out of paying. He's gotta pay up. Otherwise, he can forget about staying in this business.”

Someone said, ”That was a close shave. Fortunately, that Chinese dude retreated from the bid war early. Otherwise, boss, you would have continued to bid and might have had to pay for that warehouse.”

Eagle Beak Blade grinned and said, ”Even if it had happened, d*mn it, that New York dude would have to compensate me. We are all doing business and have to stand behind our words. He would have to pay me whatever we agreed on!”

”Yes, sure, boss,” His underlings nodded.

The warehouse was opened and Big Mustache smiled. ”Luckily we managed to lay our hands on this warehouse. There is some branded furniture in here. I have already contacted a store that's ready to take it in.”

”What about the price?” Eagle Beak Blade asked, concerned.

”Definitely not a problem,” Big Mustache pounded his chest for emphasis. He continued, ”It will be in accordance with the market rate at a seventy percent profit. They would sell it off at an eighty percent profit and earn ten percent for themselves.”

Satisfied, Eagle Beak Blade nodded. He said, ”Good work. Everyone is trying to make a living. We have to strike it big together. Otherwise, if you stop others from making a profit, you might find yourself being put to bed with a shovel.”

”That's right,” A few of his underlings said sycophantically.

At that time, someone who had entered the warehouse lifted a box and then turned his head to look at the group in shock. ”Boss, something is wrong.”

”What?”

”This box is too light. Is it empty?” That man whipped out a penknife and started to cut the box open. When the box was opened, they saw it was indeed empty.

Eagle Beak Blade was stunned at the sight. He lost composure and shouted, ”D*MN IT, what's going on? Open up the other boxes!”

More than ten men rushed in and frantically started to move the boxes.

Big Mustache lifted a box carefully to test it out. Eagle Beak Blade kicked him and howled, ”HURRY UP. What are you doing?”

”I'm checking out the weight. If there is furniture inside, it might hurt people if the boxes fall,” Big Mustache explained.

Eagle Beak Blade kicked him again and said angrily, ”Move on, you sissy!”

Seeing that, the rest of the people increased their speed and moved more boxes out. Eagle Beak Blade's expression darkened and, in the end, he looked as though he was about to kill someone.

The people had moved out the boxes with ease. Most of them were easy to lift and carry. One could tell at once that there was no furniture inside, let alone branded furniture.

After all, the better the brand name, the tougher and more durable the furniture. Such furniture would be heavy. A packaged sofa half a meter tall and one to two meters long would require two men to move it.

Eagle Beak Blade started to tear up the boxes like a madman, seeing nothing but empty space.

The people from the Eagle Beak Gang could tell that the situation was not right. Seeing that their boss was so mad, they did not dare to provoke him and only stood in a corner silently.

However, there were other treasure hunters who came closer to watch the fun. After every auction, opening up the warehouses that were purchased at a high price was a major attraction for all treasure hunters. They cherished that opportunity to learn and observe.