America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 202 - 145 Virtual Coin

Chapter 202: Chapter 145 Virtual Coin

By the time the three of them had driven the price up to $3,800 and no one else seemed willing to spend money on the bidding, the auctioneer began the countdown, "Three thousand eight hundred dollars once, three thousand eight hundred dollars twice..."

That’s when Allen Zhang raised his hand, "Three thousand nine hundred dollars."

The dark-haired woman glanced at him, "Four thousand dollars."

Allen Zhang smiled, "I can always go one hundred dollars higher than you, madam! Four thousand one hundred."

"Four thousand two hundred?"

"Four thousand three hundred."

"I don’t do foolish things without profit." Seeing that Allen Zhang was challenging her, the dark-haired woman suspected he was just a stubborn greenhorn and gave up the bidding right away.

The auctioneer, seeing that the others had also given up, immediately began the countdown, "Four thousand three hundred dollars once, four thousand three hundred dollars twice, four thousand three hundred dollars three times! Sold!"

"Congratulations, sir, you have obtained the ownership of container number S-266. Please pay the settlement fee first, and the sanitation fee can be settled later."

Allen Zhang happily paid the fee of four thousand two hundred dollars and opened the green box on the spot.

The dark-haired woman watched resentfully. When she saw that the green box was empty, she immediately cheered, "Nothing at all!"

Allen Zhang opened another box calmly, which contained a set of camouflage uniform and a steel helmet.

The dark-haired woman and a group of people crowded around, directly helping him appraise the price, "Military equipment from World War II? This collectible has some value, a complete set including boots is priced at five hundred dollars on the market, but here we only have a steel helmet and camouflage, worth at most three hundred and fifty dollars."

Allen Zhang was indifferent and continued to open the box. Bystanders also took an interest, "A few boxes of Thompson submachine gun bullets of .45 ACP caliber? The price is roughly two hundred dollars."

The people nearby had calculated the prices for him, but no one was willing to pay for them.

"Oh! I knew there would be a Thompson!" Immediately, a cheer erupted from a middle-aged white man in the crowd as Allen Zhang pulled out a Chicago Typewriter from a black box.

"Buddy, I’ll take it for thirteen hundred dollars! Including those boxes of bullets." Someone immediately offered a price.

Allen Zhang considered only briefly before agreeing. Because the Thompson’s price in a regular gun store was also just about one thousand dollars, with a price difference of no more than three hundred dollars in different regions.

"Three hundred and fifty dollars, I’ll take that set of combat gear." Someone else made an offer, but the true market price was definitely a bit lower than this, however, the margin was at most twenty to thirty dollars, which was acceptable.

Allen Zhang agreed with him and directly sold the goods on the spot. Then he continued to open more mystery boxes.

As the appearance rate of various small parts increased, it also attracted the interest of some buyers.

"The total value has already exceeded six thousand dollars. If you pay the sanitation fee, you still make a net profit of eight hundred dollars, which is quite good."

Someone calculated Allen Zhang’s profit and loss, and the dark-haired woman was also a bit puzzled, "Such good luck."

But just a profit of eight hundred dollars, she missed it, so be it.

Only Allen Zhang knew clearly that he hadn’t yet opened the big box; he arranged the cargo in the container and continued to take out two rectangular black boxes, heavy to the touch. He had a feeling these were it.

Upon opening them, the crowd boiled over, "M24 sniper rifle! Several boxes of 7.62 bullets, and a complete set of sniper scopes! Oh shit! This is worth at least twelve thousand dollars!!"

Someone immediately was willing to pay the price, "I’ll offer twelve thousand five hundred dollars, sell it to me!"

"This luxury set, priced at fifteen thousand dollars on Opportunity Network! You’re buying it for twelve thousand five hundred dollars? Flip it on the platform, and you make that much profit, you’re really good at calculating!"

Some sarcastically jeered from the side but then sincerely offered Allen Zhang a reasonable price, "Fourteen thousand five hundred dollars, I’m just making a bit of handling fee! What do you think?"

"Hold on, is there a postcard with this gun?" The dark-haired woman noticed a card attached to the gun box, written in Russian, translating to: Novilovski to his beloved friend Remington.

After a search, it turned out that the giver was the name of a retired Russian general, and Remington was the director of a key military academy in France. The gifting date was 1992. Although it was not certain whether these two were still alive or if this was the original rifle, at least the box and the postcard on it were genuine.

If that’s the case, this M24, along with the box, could be valued at four thousand dollars, and the sniper scope system could be bought for twelve thousand dollars!

He immediately made an offer, "I offer sixteen thousand dollars!"

Allan Zhang was also surprised, "You won’t make much money buying these."

"I’m collecting them," the woman explained, "If you resell it to the pawnshop or on the platform, that’s the highest price you’ll get."

"Ok." Allan Zhang promptly chose to make the trade with her, and they shook hands amicably.

After selling the firearms and military collectibles to those present who wanted to buy them, and paying a nine hundred dollar sanitation fee, Allen Zhang still made a profit of sixteen thousand eight hundred dollars, excluding his initial investment.

"Isn’t there still something inside that hasn’t been opened yet?" As people left one after another to shop in other container auction areas, those who remained reminded Allen Zhang.

Allen Zhang lifted the black cloth with a smile, and indeed, there was a US standard BMW combat motorcycle inside, once again eliciting exclamations from the crowd.

An informed person nearby immediately showed interest, "It’s actually a World War II military motorcycle, buddy, this is worth at least five thousand dollars, do you have any plans to sell it?"

"Don’t listen to him, this motorcycle’s price is not so cheap. It’s worth at least seven thousand dollars or more!" Someone kindly suggested, "I advise you to have it appraised at a proper collectibles store before selling it, this item seems to have some significance."

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