MTL - Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment-Chapter 1597 【1597】You may make a small profit, but I will never lose

"You will know in a while." Ye Feng opened the "Bible".

After groping around for a while, I soon found three folded papers in the interlayer.

spread out.

Sure enough, the above are all very abstract pictures.

"What is this?" Zhuang Xiaoqiao was a little at a loss, "The lines are so messy."

"Except that the paper used for drawing looks a little old, there is nothing special about it at all."

"You spent more than 10 million Huaguo coins, is it because of this?"

Ye Feng smiled, "Have you ever heard of a famous figure in the painting world, Picasso?"

"Picasso? The representative of Cubism, one of the ten most influential painters in the 20th century?" Zhuang Xiaoqiao's pupils shrank, "You don't mean that these papers are related to Picasso?"

"The answer is correct." Ye Feng unfolded the three drawing papers, "These three are Picasso's manuscripts."

"..."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao immediately opened her mouth wide.

"Picasso's manuscript!"

"There are still three!"

She did not doubt Ye Feng's identification ability at all.

"The things related to this guy are not ordinary valuables!"

"A few years ago, at the branch of Sotheby's Auction House in Yanjing, a Picasso manuscript was auctioned, and the transaction price was as high as 23 million!"

"And over the years, the value of Picasso's related cultural relics in the collection industry has been rising..."

"If you make a conservative estimate, the total value of your three Picasso manuscripts should be more than 100 million!"

But Ye Feng nodded and smiled back, "Now you know why I must spend tens of millions to buy this "Bible"?"

"You may make a small profit, but I will never lose money!"

"My God, Ye Feng, you are simply a genius!" Zhuang Xiaoqiao's eyes sparkled.

"I have a hunch! This time we come to the United States to gamble on the warehouse, maybe not only can help me get rid of my shame, but also make us a lot of money!"

"There is no doubt about it!" Ye Feng was full of confidence.

After collecting Picasso's three manuscripts and the collections I bought today, I took Zhuang Xiaoqiao to find a place to have a big meal.

Immediately, Meimei fell asleep.

It was not until the next morning, when it was time to bet on the warehouse, that I followed Zhuang Xiaoqiao to the destination.

…

It was a place comparable to a small town.

Even though I knew before that the phenomenon of warehouse leasing is very common in the United States, so there are many companies specializing in this kind of business, but when he arrived at the destination, Ye Feng was still not shocked by the scene in front of him.

A whole place with a large scale, comparable to a town, looking around, it is full of warehouses for hoarding goods, it is outrageous!

In such a large area, it is not good to build a factory?

But after thinking about it, Ye Feng felt relieved.

In the modern Western world, industry started much earlier than in the East, and the problem of industrial saturation has long appeared. Building warehouses is also a last resort.

With these thoughts in mind, Ye Feng followed Zhuang Xiaoqiao to the office area and signed up.

And it was at this time that the **** in charge of the auction explained: "Sir, ma'am, there are about a hundred warehouses open for bidding this time."

"You should cherish the opportunity!"

"As for the gameplay, I won't say much, you should all know."

Ye Feng was not surprised.

After all, the warehouse is a non-renewable resource, and a hundred or so should be considered quite good.

As for the gameplay, as Zhuang Xiaoqiao said before, it is nothing more than the staff taking a look at the warehouse and then bidding for something.

…

After signing up, the two of them, led by the staff, came to a simple auction area.

It is not an exaggeration to say it is simple, it is basically the same as an open-air conference room.

A simple high platform, plus a podium, and dozens of sparse chairs under the platform formed the entire bidding area.

Not many people came to the scene, only seventy or eighty people, most of them were black.

Except for the black guys, most of the remaining people are blond, arrogant and rude whites, and there are fewer Asians.

There were a few of them who looked obscene, and Ye Feng knew they were from the island country at a glance.

There are not many women, so Zhuang Xiaoqiao's appearance is a bit eye-catching.

Under the guidance of the staff, everyone came to the first warehouse first.

Almost everyone will have a dream of pie in the sky, especially those who love to gamble.

Everyone's eyes full of expectation and curiosity focused on the first warehouse door.

It was also the first time for Ye Feng to come into contact with this thing, and he was quite curious.

And at this moment, under the gaze of everyone, the staff opened the shutter door of the warehouse.

Immediately, flying dust rushed towards the face, and a deep musty smell gushed out after it.

Ye Feng immediately covered his nose.

By the way, help Zhuang Xiaoqiao cover her nose.

But when everyone around saw the situation, it was as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

I couldn't help discussing: "The dust is so big, it means that this warehouse has been around for some years!"

"And it is precisely this kind of warehouse that has been closed for many years that has a higher shipment rate. Maybe there is something good in it."

"This warehouse is wonderful!"

And Zhuang Xiaoqiao beside Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and she almost couldn't help dancing, "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, this warehouse looks good!"

This girl, so excited?

Ye Feng smiled helplessly and shook his head, but secretly opened the deep navigation.

Seeing that the deep navigation results showed that there was nothing good in this warehouse, she immediately tugged Zhuang Xiaoqiao lightly.

And the fact is just as he expected.

Not a while after he pulled Zhuang Xiaoqiao, the rolling shutter door of the warehouse was completely lifted, everyone was disappointed, and even a few black buddies shouted "Fu*ck" directly!

There are only a pile of moldy and rotten formwork in the warehouse, and a pile of rusted iron shelves.

Apart from these, there is nothing else.

The staff also cursed bad luck, a pile of rotten wood and scrap iron, and anyone with no brain problems would not bid.

"Hey! Richard, please don't tell me that the warehouse looks like this!"

"I'm not interested in a pile of rotten wood, it's a waste of my time!"

"I don't think anyone would be willing to bid for this kind of warehouse!"

In the crowd, a black man laughed.

Obviously, this buddy is also an old gambler, and he is very familiar with that staff member.

Facing the black man's inquiry, Richard could only spread his hands and shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.

After all, he was only here to help open the warehouse door. As for whether there is anything in the warehouse, what is there, and whether it is worth money, except for the owner who once leased the warehouse, only God knows!

Without waiting for everyone's urging, Richard led everyone to the next warehouse to be auctioned, which was also in this row, and the distance was not far away, which saved a lot of travel.

As soon as the rolling shutter door opened a gap, the dust inside billowed out.

Obviously, no one has been to this warehouse for a long time.