Chapter 190 189. Body Protection Artifact (Ambiguous Alliance+4)

The box was opened, revealing a small crossbow.

The small crossbow is made of steel. I don't know whether it is painted with silver paint or the steel itself. It is very bright and slippery. The light shines and the light flickers.

It is small in size, about 20 centimeters in length and 14 to 15 centimeters in width, like a silver bird with wings spread.

The auctioneer picked up a small crossbow with a quiver on it, opened it and pressed six short arrows that shone with cold light into it, and shouted loudly: "Now everyone's eyes are on my hand, I took out What a good product..."

"I won't introduce much about the handmade crossbow made by Bourne himself. If you don't know who Bourne is, you won't buy this little guy..."

"This guy's name is Wrath of the Wyvern and it's handcrafted out of aluminium, steel and brass, and its arrows are made of carbon fiber tubes and stainless steel and it's definitely a weapon..."

"Now I'm starting to accept the quotation. It's very appropriate to start with five hundred yuan, right? Then five hundred yuan, five hundred yuan, five hundred yuan, Bourne's handmade crossbow comes with fifty short arrows!"

As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, Hans raised his hand and said, "550 yuan!"

"Okay, five hundred and fifty yuan, five hundred and fifty yuan, five hundred and fifty yuan, does anyone offer six hundred yuan, there is no doubt that such handmade goods are definitely worth six hundred yuan..."

"600 yuan, I paid!"

"Six hundred, six hundred, six hundred is fine, let's congratulate the young man, but this handmade crossbow doesn't belong to you yet. Six hundred and fifty, does anyone want to buy six hundred and fifty?"

Hans raised his hand again: "700 yuan!"

"750 yuan!"

"800 yuan!"

"850 yuan!"

Hans shook his head and said loudly, "1000 yuan!"

The crowd booed and the previous bidders shook their heads and backed away, signifying that they had given up the crossbow.

The auctioneer shouted the price of 'one thousand yuan' three times, but no one raised the price. He waved his fist and said, "Okay, now this ferocious little pterosaur belongs to that brother. Let's applaud it and welcome our new one." baby……"

After another dozen items were photographed, the motorcycle was pushed onto the stage.

At this time, the crowd whistled and applauded, and many young people crowded to the front of the crowd. They would be the potential owners of this car.

Unlike when they were first assembled, Stephen and Hannah repainted the motorcycles. The three cars were white, black and red.

On the outside of the shiny car paint, there are flames, skulls, hell dogs and other sprays, which make the motorcycle look more rough and hideous.

The auctioneer held the microphone and said loudly: "Okay, a ferocious beast has appeared. This is a good guy made by Hans Fox. Don't ask me who Hans Fox is because I don't know..."

Hans laughed from below, waved his hands around, and then pointed to his chest, indicating that this was the goods he provided.

"But we don't need to care about the identity of its previous owner, as long as we remember that we are its new owner, don't tell me that you are not interested, young people..."

"Look, this beast has a displacement of 600cc. It is a well-deserved beast. Seeing how rough its workmanship is, I can't help but suspect that it is a descendant of Soviet monsters..."

"We all know that the simpler the structure of the motorcycle, the easier it is to maintain, the more exciting it is to drive, so I will price it at 1,000 yuan, and I think everyone will be happy to increase the price..."

"1,000 yuan, me, me, me!" Someone immediately made an offer.

"I'm willing to buy it for 1100 yuan!"

"1500 yuan!"

"1800 yuan!"

"Get out of the way, poor ghost, I'll pay you 2,000 yuan!"

"Give me 2100 yuan!"

The price rose rapidly, and the quotation slowed down after reaching 2,000 yuan, but this price has already satisfied Li Du.

Starting from 2,100 yuan, the price slowly increased, and finally rose to 2,500 yuan. The person who quoted this price was a black youth who was about the same age as Li Du.

The auctioneer didn't raise the price after calling the price three times. He waved his hand, indicating that the motorcycle would belong to the black youth.

Hans took the lead in clapping vigorously, the crowd applauded fiercely, and the black youth and friends around happily bumped fists or embraced.

Then, another motorcycle pushed up.

Li Du said strangely: "We assembled this motorcycle by ourselves. It shouldn't be worth much. It's hard to sell it for 1,000 yuan, right?"

Hans said with a smile: "This is the charm of the second-hand auction market. Everyone wants it, so its price will rise."

Li Du asked: "Then why do you still buy it here? There are plenty of American motorcycles, right?"

Hans said: "First of all, our motorcycle has a displacement of 600cc, and the engine is a high-end Japanese product. Although it is a second-hand product, it is still very valuable."

"Secondly, second-hand auctions have formed an industry. You can understand that many people like this industry. They trust this market and come to this market to buy and sell things."

"Also, hand-assembled motorcycles are rare in small places like Flagstaff. If you don't want to go to Phoenix or Tucson to buy them, you can only buy them wherever you come across them."

"It's the same with other things, isn't it?" Li Du suddenly asked.

"right."

The next two motorcycles sold for 2,500 yuan and 2,600 yuan, similar to the first one. The income of the three motorcycles exceeded expectations, reaching 7,600 yuan.

Hans first went to collect the money for the motorcycle, and then he bought a crossbow and gave it to Li Du.

Mr. Li asked, "Why did you buy this thing for me?"

Hans sighed helplessly and said, "I don't know why, but you are always easy to provoke people, and you can't buy a gun with your visa, so I will give you a crossbow to defend yourself."

Mr. Li was right when he thought about it, he was a little embarrassed: "This is not very good, it will cost you money."

Hans said: "Don't be polite to brother, just accept it, but when you use it in the future, you'd better shout: Let Boss Fu punish you..."

He yelled so loudly that everyone around turned their heads to look at him, so Mr. Li had no choice but to pretend that he didn't know this bastard.

The auction ended, it was very late, it was already nine o'clock.

The auction house with people coming and going began to become deserted, and everyone left one after another. This week's auction is over.

Li Du was also about to leave, but Hans took him to the market. The second-hand market was very lively, and there were still many people shopping.

Hans said: "This is not only a flea market, but also a night market. Now that the weather is so hot, it will be lively at night."

Li Du said: "Then everyone is courageous enough."

Under the sun, the United States is full of flowers and flowers, blue sky and clear water, but at night, many parts of the country become gloomy, mainly because blacks, Latinos and Mexicans like to engage in some illegal activities at night, resulting in poor law and order.

"The rural area of ​​Flagstaff City is very safe. The police here are still working very hard, and there are no gangs controlling these places. In short, this is not Memphis, let alone Detroit."

Hans explained a few words, and took Li Du to sit down at a booth.