Allen Zhang, after finding the storage container he wanted to auction, decisively contacted the staff, picked five containers, and paid a registration fee of 100 US dollars.
After the other Treasure Hunters arrived, they each selected the storage containers they wanted to buy and smoothly entered the auction phase.
The staff first introduced the storage container from Germany, stating that it contained a collection of military memorabilia enthusiasts and opened the container for everyone to view. Many people were interested in those green boxes and started bidding to purchase them.
Allen Zhang was not particularly interested in this. After the price had been raised a few times, he symbolically made a bid, "4600 US dollars."
As soon as the price was announced, two bald guys nearby eagerly outbid him, "6000 US dollars!"
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The price skyrocketed, and the excitement heated up, making the storage administrator’s face bloom with joy. Eventually, a couple of Treasure Hunters won the military storage container for 14250 US dollars.
However, during the inspection phase, they only found some paper notebooks, pens, and World War II uniforms in the container.
Tests revealed that these were not military supplies used by any army, but rather personally customized attire by military aficionados, not particularly valuable. The couple suffered a direct loss of ten thousand dollars!
Seeing this, Allen Zhang left without looking back and moved on to the next container to participate in the auction.
The red storage container from Colombia’s private collection also caught the interest of many people. Staff opened the container for everyone to observe and found it full of cluttered aluminum alloy cabinets and wooden products. After the introduction, many people joined the bidding.
The price soared unstoppably, breaking the ten thousand dollar mark, reaching 19000 US dollars.
Allen Zhang appropriately made a bid, but it was soon surpassed by others. He looked back at a burly white man covered in tattoos and just couldn’t figure out what could possibly be valuable in there. Surely it wasn’t filled with local produce from the fields?
Eventually, the tattooed man won the Colombian container as he grew impatient with the bidding against two other Treasure Hunters and placed a high bid of 32400 US dollars!
Others found it unbelievable, feeling that the container, even if valuable, couldn’t possibly be worth that much.
Many were begrudging and stayed to see what valuable treasure the tattooed man would uncover. Of course, the General Sect Leader wasn’t in a hurry to leave either; the next round of auctions hadn’t started, and he too stood by to watch.
But the result was as everyone expected. After searching the Colombian container, there were no valuable items, perhaps only the aluminum alloy cabinets and a desk lamp could be considered of minor worth. But even the cabinets were empty, not even a hair inside.
Many took a bit of schadenfreude pleasure. "Buddy, this junk wouldn’t even be wanted at a pawnshop, maybe you’d have to take it to a recycling plant to get anyone to take it, might be worth 60 dollars?"
"Without question, your thirty thousand dollars have gone down the drain!"
"I’ll take those cabinets, they happen to be just what I need at home to hold a vase on a table," chuckled a long-haired white man with braids.
The tattooed man, unfazed by the jeers and taunts of the crowd, remained unusually calm, "You have no idea how valuable this stuff really is! That’s the difference between a real wealthy person and a gambler! Would I spend thirty thousand dollars on a storage container without solid intelligence and information?"
The tattooed man let out a cold laugh, a sentiment with which the General Sect Leader deeply agreed. Without advance knowledge, no one would come here to try their luck and give away money, it would be better to go to a casino.
At the very least, you could enjoy two free cups of Red Bull milk tea, as well as Donut ice cream, and play a friendly match with a therapist.
It seemed this guy must have had some prior information.
The tattooed man slammed the lamp he was holding onto the ground, shattering it, then crouched and rummaged through the debris. In front of everyone, he extracted several glass-like circular wafers and held them up saying, "This is enough to make me some money!"
"Shit! I think I’ve seen someone collecting these things online. It’s called a silicon carbide wafer; a single wafer is worth at least 200–3000 dollars. There are also many that can reach a crystal value of 60 thousand dollars; the quality of this wafer looks pretty good too, it should be worth a few thousand dollars."
An informed spectator recognized the items in his hand and exclaimed in surprise.
But soon enough, some regretted it, feeling they hadn’t held out to bid a high price for the container. Now seeing someone else making a profit, they could only grind their teeth in envy.
Allen Zhang was indifferent to this. He admired the man’s courage and vision, and most importantly, his probable background knowledge.
The subsequent period saw several more storage containers auctioned, but none contained anything of significant value. Soon it came to the D65 green container that Allen Zhang had been watching. But like with the previous ones, interest was lacking; few people were willing to bid.