Chapter 1597 [1597] You may make a small profit, but I will never lose

"You'll know in a moment." Ye Feng opened the Bible.

After groping in it for a while, he soon found three folded pieces of paper in the interlayer.

spread out.

As expected, there are a lot of very abstract pictures on it.

"What is this?" Zhuang Xiaoqiao was a little confused. "The lines look so messy."

"Except that the paper used for drawing looks a bit old, there's nothing special about it."

"You spent more than 10 million Chinese Yuan, could it be just for this?"

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

"Picasso? The representative of Cubism, one of the ten most influential painters in the world in the 20th century?" Zhuang Xiaoqiao's pupils shrank. "You mean these pieces of paper are related to Picasso?"

"Correct." Ye Feng unfolded the three pieces of drawing paper, "These three pieces are exactly Picasso's manuscripts."

"..."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao opened his mouth wide.

“Picasso’s manuscript!”

“Still three!”

She had no doubt about Ye Feng's identification ability at all.

"Anything related to this guy is extremely valuable!"

"A few years ago, a Picasso manuscript was auctioned at the Sotheby's auction house branch in Yanjing. The price at that time was as high as 23 million!"

"Moreover, the value of Picasso-related cultural relics in the collection world has been rising over the years..."

"If we estimate conservatively, the total value of your three Picasso manuscripts should be over 100 million!"

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

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

"Oh my God, Ye Feng, you are simply a genius!" Zhuang Xiaoqiao's eyes were shining.

"I have a hunch! This time we come to the United States to gamble on the warehouse. Maybe it will not only help me to redeem myself, but also allow us to make a fortune!"

"That's beyond doubt!" Ye Feng was full of confidence.

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

Then, Meimei had a good sleep.

The next morning, when the time for betting on the warehouse was approaching, he followed Zhuang Xiaoqiao to the destination.

……

It was a place comparable to a small town.

Although he knew before that warehouse leasing was very common in the United States, and therefore there were many companies specializing in this business, when he arrived at his destination, Ye Feng was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

An entire place as large as a town, everywhere you look, there are warehouses for storing goods. It's simply outrageous!
Wouldn’t it be better to build a factory in such a large area?
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 had already appeared, so building warehouses was something they had to do.

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

At this time, the foreigner in charge of the auction explained: "Sir, Madam, there are about a hundred warehouses open for bidding this time."

"You must cherish the opportunity!"

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

Ye Feng was not surprised.

After all, warehouses are non-renewable resources, so a hundred of them should be considered pretty good.

As for the gameplay, Zhuang Xiaoqiao had mentioned before, it was nothing more than the staff taking you to see the warehouse and then bidding or something. …

After registering, the two were led by the staff to a simple auction area.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is simple. It is basically the same as an open-air conference room.

The entire auction area consists of a simple platform, a podium, and dozens of sparsely spaced chairs below the platform.

There were not many people at the scene, only about seventy or eighty, most of them were black.

Apart from the black guys, the majority of the rest are blond, blue-eyed, arrogant white people, with relatively few Asians.

There were a few who looked very wretched, and Ye Feng knew at a glance that they were Japanese.

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

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

Almost everyone dreams of getting something for nothing, and gamblers are even more so.

Everyone's eyes, full of anticipation and curiosity, were focused on the door of the first warehouse.

This was also Ye Feng’s first time coming into contact with this thing, and he was quite curious.

At this moment, the staff opened the rolling door of the warehouse under the gaze of everyone.

Immediately, flying dust blew in my face, and a strong smell of mold came with it.

Ye Feng immediately covered his nose.

By the way, help Zhuang Xiaoqiao cover his nose.

But when the people around saw this situation, they were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

I couldn't help but start discussing: "There's so much dust, it means this warehouse is quite old!"

"It is precisely these warehouses that have been closed for many years that have a higher shipment rate. Who knows what good treasures may be found in them."

“This warehouse is amazing!”

Zhuang Xiaoqiao, who was beside Ye Feng, also had his eyes brightened up, and he almost couldn't help dancing with joy, "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, this warehouse looks great!"

This girl, is she so excited?
Ye Feng smiled helplessly and shook his head, but secretly turned on the deep navigation.

After seeing that the deep navigation results showed that there was nothing good in this warehouse, he immediately pulled Zhuang Xiaoqiao gently.

And the reality was just as he expected.

Not long after he pulled Zhuang Xiaoqiao, the shutter door of the warehouse was completely lifted up. Everyone was disappointed, and some of the black guys even shouted "Fu*ck"!
There was only a pile of moldy and rotten templates and a pile of rusty iron racks in the warehouse.

There is nothing else besides these.

The staff also cursed their bad luck inwardly, saying it was just a pile of rotten wood and scrap metal. No one with a brain would make a bid.

"Hey! Richard, you must not tell me that the warehouses are all in this horrible state this time!"

"I have no interest in a pile of rotten wood. This is a huge waste of my time!"

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

A black man in the crowd laughed out loud.

Obviously, this guy is also an old gambler and is very familiar with the staff member.

Faced with the black man's inquiries, Richard could only spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and indicated that he didn't know either.

After all, he was just here to help open the warehouse door. As for whether there was anything in the warehouse, what was there, and whether it was valuable, only God knew, except for the owner who once rented the warehouse!

Without waiting for everyone to urge him, Richard led everyone to the next warehouse to be auctioned, which was also in this row and not far away, saving a lot of distance.

As soon as the rolling door opened a crack, the dust inside rolled out.

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

(End of this chapter)