Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 22 Auction (1)

  At ten o'clock in the morning, Jian Heng shrank into the storage room with his old god, waiting for the auction to start.

   Now Jian Heng's storage room is no longer as empty as it was at the beginning, and there are already a lot of things. Things like chairs and sofas were brought from the middle room next to it, and some tool boxes were brought from the old man who loves bicycles. Let's put it this way, in the two rooms next door, all the ones that Jian Heng thinks are good or seem to be worth a lot of money are replaced by Jian Hengtao to his own small room.

  Since I came here at nine o'clock yesterday, I have been tossing and tossing for four or five hours. It was only in the middle of the night that I went home and took a nap for a while. Jian Heng spent a lot of effort.

Don't get me wrong, the things on both sides are not worth Jian Heng spending most of the night to move. Jian Heng's time is mainly to disguise the old man's room on the bicycle. As a young man who is still serious in his work, Jian Heng naturally cannot Throw the car in the compartment and think everything will be fine.

  Think about what a room that hasn't been cleaned for three months will look like, no matter what, there will be a thin layer of dust on everything. How can it be if you put the car in directly.

   Good guy! There is a shiny old antique car in the middle of the dusty things, as long as you are not blind, everyone will be suspicious.

The solution Jian Heng came up with was also very simple. He used a layer of cloth to cover the car, and after the cover was covered, he used a small homemade machine to spread a layer of ash on the cloth, not only on the cloth but also on the exposed wheels to camouflage In one fell swoop, even the ground under the car was cleaned by Jian Heng.

  The reason for doing these things is not to escape the eyes of professionals, but to look more reasonable.

   While shaking the chair on his feet, Jian Heng recalled the essentials he had given.

For Jian Heng, it was immediately like a performance. When the filming started, the curtain opened, and he played the role of a young man in society who accidentally picked up a treasure. Jian Heng has carefully considered what kind of expression he should have, and must try to be as close to reality as possible.

  As the time passed, the closer it was to the auction time, Jian Heng began to feel a little nervous.

   "It's okay, it's okay!" Jian Heng comforted himself.

   No matter who puts millions of dollars in someone else’s place, they will be a little worried. You must know that this is money that ordinary people can’t make in their entire lives! Jian Heng is also someone who has never seen millions of dollars with his own eyes, so how can he not be worried.

Standing up from the chair, Jian Heng took two steps back and forth in his small storage room, stopping to look at the next door from time to time, as if his eyes could see through the thick concrete wall that it was covered under the gray cloth. Like an antique car.

   Ding Ding Dong! Ding ding dong!

   At this moment, Jian Heng's phone rang.

  He took it out and saw that it was Jim calling.

  Pressed to connect, Jian Heng put the phone to his ear, calmed down and asked in a normal tone: "Hello, this is Jian Heng. Jim? What's the matter?"

  Jim opened his mouth and asked, "Jane, where are you? I happen to be near your house. Are you at home?"

   "No, I'm outside" Jian Heng replied.

  Jim then asked again: "Are you busy now? If not, I'll find you."

  Hearing that Jim was looking for him, Jian Heng thought for a while, because this guy was not in Jian Heng's arrangement. A thought flashed in his mind, and Jian Heng had a plan.

   "Come here if you want to, I'm here." Saying that, Jian Heng reported the address of his storage room to Jim.

   "It's not too far from my house" Jian Heng added another sentence after finishing speaking.

  Hearing that Jim was coming, Jian Heng temporarily decided to add a small role for Jim in his own script, the kind of friend who would be poor and happy if his friends got lucky.

Of course, Jian Heng will not tell Jim that he has assigned him a role. Firstly, there is no way to talk about this matter, and secondly, it is easy for him to act in his true colors. He did not expect it at first, and his reaction at that time will be all Most authentic.

   Regarding this matter, Jian Heng thought for a long time before deciding on the steps of the entire operation. After spending so long in the United States, Jian Heng understands the differences in the concepts of China and the United States regarding the same thing.

Let’s take Daben as an example. If this car is obtained by an ordinary person in China, it is estimated that as long as possible, he will choose to XZ this thing and not let others know, for fear that someone will find out and covet it. His thoughts were directly robbed.

  As a Chinese, this matter can also be understood. There are countless examples of Shen Wansan in history. From this point of view, Chinese people seem to have never had much confidence in the safety of their own property, and they can only hide it and keep it from being exposed.

  The United States is different. Jian Heng knows that if he hides this thing, it will be troublesome. If he secretly hides it, the gangsters in the neighborhood will get the letter and they will make him eat it and walk away!

  The best choice is to directly expose Daben to the public and tell everyone that this thing is his own. In this way, even if someone covets it, it must use legitimate means, such as spending money or exchanging, rather than relying on power to plunder. If someone dares to do so openly, it is against the foundation of the United States-private property is sacred and inviolable.

   "Okay, I know you're there, I'll be there soon!" Jim said.

   "Okay, I'll wait for you!" After Jian Heng finished speaking, he heard Jim on the other end hang up the phone, while he put the phone back in his pocket.

Turning around in his small room twice, and looking at his watch several times at the same time, Jian Heng finally couldn't stand his small storage room. He felt that the space was too small and stuffy, so he went to the door and stretched out his hand to pull down the rolling shutter When it reached almost to his chest, he bent down and got out.

  Out of the storage room, Jian Heng turned around and locked the door and walked directly to the gate.

  When he reached the gate, Jian Heng found that there were already a dozen people gathered at the gate guard, and they were standing or squatting, waiting to participate in the shooting.

   Scanning the faces of these people, Jian Heng found that almost half of them were treasure hunters.

It is said that they are treasure hunters, but the name is nice. In fact, this group of people also do the job of collecting junk in the United States, but they don’t collect all junk, they are selective, like what is valuable Old metal machines, or old things in the storage room that no one wants like now, after waiting to be photographed, I hope that the value of the things in the storage room will be higher than my bid.

Seeing these veteran hunters, Jian Heng didn't have any special worries. These people are not a threat to Jian Heng, because they are all businessmen in essence, and businessmen will consider profit and loss, and let them spend a thousand dollars Blind shot of a storage room? If they would do this, they would probably have been eliminated by this industry long ago.

   What worries Jian Heng are those who don't look like veterans. They may have other goals or ideas. In short, these people are the most unreliable, and no one knows where the bottom line of these people is.

   While Jian Heng was looking at other people, they were also looking at him. Maybe it was because of the rare Asian faces, so everyone looked at Jian Heng for a longer time, and some of them even smiled at Jian Heng.

   Just as Jian Heng smiled back at him, an amiable Caucasian uncle in his forties came out of the crowd.

This guy is a little fat, and his clothes are ordinary, but they are washed very clean, and the seams of the clothes are also very ironed. In short, he looks like an uncle who lives next to his house and has been with him for a long time. Good impression.

"Hi, my name is Brian. I'm here to try my luck. I've taken a fancy to numbers 37 and 42. What about you?" the white man said with a smile on his cheeks. Small dimples.

  Jian Heng stretched out his hand and shook him: "I'm also going to come over and take a picture of one, to see if I can find something."

   "New hunter?" The middle-aged man thought he had met someone new to the industry.

  Jian Heng shook his head: "Not really! I prefer No. 30, and there is no major conflict with you"

  Just finished saying this sentence, Jian Heng just saw Jim's car driving in, so he said to the middle-aged man, "Sorry, my friend is here."

  While talking, he pointed to Jim's car.

   "Okay, let's talk next time!" The man's smile is still very sincere.

  Jian Heng smiled and took two steps towards Jim's car.

  Jim got out of the car, slammed the door shut, came to Jian Heng, looked at the big factory building, and said casually: "The storage room here is quite big, do you have so many things to store?"

   "I don't have many things, I don't care if I like it or not, I rent a bigger one for emergencies!" Jian Heng made an excuse at random, and motioned Jim to the door.

  (end of this chapter)