America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 200 - 144 Container Auction_2

Chapter 200: Chapter 144 Container Auction_2

Seeing that it wasn’t their turn to start the bidding yet, Allen Zhang thought about it and decided to run over to join the excitement.

The warehouse manager and staff were divided into several batches to maintain order and conduct the auction. The scene was incredibly intense and thrilling. Allen Zhang walked around and stopped in front of a red container.

Coincidentally, the manager had just started the auction and introduced the container.

"This is a private container from Finland. It was transported here the day before yesterday. Since it was unclaimed and the fees were not paid on time, it was detained at the port. The owner is an antique collector, but we don’t know what’s exactly inside. To be fair, we will open this container on-site for everyone to view and browse. The countdown starts from three minutes."

After explaining the process, the warehouse manager used pliers to open the lock directly.

A group of treasure hunters participating in the auction surrounded it to take a look, but they couldn’t cross the red line and could only peer in anxiously from the outside.

A bald professional treasure hunter looked at the pile of goods and couldn’t help but grumble, "It’s all just a bunch of junk boxes, how could there be anything good in something like this?"

"Is that a mink coat? Or maybe it’s raccoon fur," another person rambled on.

As the light faded, it was getting dark, and the treasure hunters could barely see anything at the entrance.

The manager was playing with the light, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

This was also a clever aspect of this auction house; after all, among them were true treasure hunters with luck and an eye for value, whose bidding could be fueled by this kind of atmosphere.

Allen Zhang examined the pile of goods: a bunch of cardboard boxes, wooden planks, and even a carousel horse leg?

He seemed very interested on the surface, but in reality, he knew that aside from the truly valuable green container, the likelihood of the others being traps was high.

Someone next to him recognized him and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you the guy who unboxed a Jeep Wrangler from a mystery box yesterday? Is that really you?"

"Yes, it’s me. I’m here to try my luck again."

Allen Zhang smiled and nodded. Being recognized didn’t surprise him; after all, the community wasn’t large, the number of gamblers was limited, and word spread quickly about who made a profit.

"Buddy, do you think there’s anything good in this container?" Someone wanted his opinion.

"I guess it’s fifty-fifty. This is all about luck; I’m not really an expert on antiques," replied Allen Zhang.

The others thought he was a newbie who was undervaluing the industry.

"This line of work requires an eye for detail and a wealth of knowledge. It’s not all about luck."

"Buddy, you won’t get far just relying on luck."

"Last time I bid on a container from Asia, it was full of table tennis balls and a table tennis table. Guess what? No one wanted to buy it, only I recognized its commercial value, reselling it to the Rich District as sports equipment, and made a killing!"

Many began to offer their two cents.

"You’re all right. Indeed, I don’t understand much about these things."

Allen Zhang smiled subtly, thinking to himself that he had a trick up his sleeve and they had no way of coping with it.

The others continued to discuss the value of the goods. Soon it was time for the auction.

The manager announced, "The starting bid for the container is 200 US dollars; the bid increment must be at least 50 US dollars. Anyone interested can raise their hand to participate."

The bald guy next to him, full of momentum, raised his hand, "2000 US dollars!!"

"WTF!?"

"Doggone it."

That instantly discouraged several people.

A young white man in a hoodie and glasses calmly raised his hand, "2500 US dollars."

"3000 dollars!" The bald man glared at him and raised the bid.

The bespectacled man looked determined and calmly raised his hand again, "3500 dollars."

Two black guys discussed privately and joined the bidding, "4000 dollars!"

"4500."

"5000 dollars!"

The price skyrocketed quickly. Shouting frantically, the bids reached 8900 dollars!

Allen Zhang frowned in thought, mad, thinking these people were outrageous. Did they not value money? How much could they possibly recoup by spending so much on the bid?

Don’t they know anything about investing!!

The General Sect Leader, accustomed to freeloading, was very dissatisfied, thinking that none of the gamblers present deserved a good ending.

If there’s nothing of value, let’s see how you handle the outcome.

"8900 dollars once, 8900 dollars twice, 8900 dollars three times, sold!!"

With the manager’s final hammer, the bespectacled guy who had been so sure of winning heaved a sigh.

The bald guy next to him laughed wildly, thrilled as he pumped his fist in the air, "Wuhu! It’s mine!!"

The crowd soon dispersed to prepare for the next round of auction, but some stayed to satisfy their curiosity and see what was inside the box.

After praying, the bald man quickly began searching. From initial confidence to hesitation and finally to a green face.

"Fxxk!!!"

The bald guy’s emotions collapsed, and he violently smashed the wooden leg, rummaging for a long time. Forget antique collectibles, not even a hair of an antique was found, just a pile of junk.

Termite-riddled furniture, fluffy toys, at most worth just a few hundred dollars.

The onsite recyclers didn’t make a sound, showing no interest and leaving.

The bald man turned red with rage, screaming in despair, "My 8900 dollars, no!!"

"Sir, you’ll need to pay an additional 900 dollars for the cleaning fee," the manager dealt the final blow.