David Thompson thought for a moment; even the opening words were the same.

The warehouse doors opened, and the treasure hunters began their tour.

In the first warehouse, there were two Yamahas. David Thompson knew these were just empty frames, not worth anything at all, but both bikes happened to be mostly covered by tarps, so from the outside, they looked perfectly intact.

Seeing these two bikes, Henry got excited: “Hey, Yamaha Skywalker and Yamaha Road Star, both are great bikes. Should we bid on this warehouse?”

David Thompson shook his head. “No, we’re not buying this one.”

“Why not? This warehouse could make us money!”

David Thompson said firmly, “This isn’t our target, Boss Fox. Our only target is Harley. Don’t worry about anything else.”

Everyone saw the two bikes. Henry estimated their value at around $5,000.

According to the investment principle of warehouse auctions—half cost, half profit—this warehouse would sell for at least about $2,500.

After the tour, the auction began. The old man in the cowboy hat raised his hand and said, “One hundred dollars, one hundred dollars, starting bid, does anyone offer two hundred, two hundred dollars…”

“One thousand!” someone called out, raising the price directly.

David Thompson looked in the direction of the voice and saw Randall grinning smugly.

The old man pointed at Randall: “Very good, this sunglasses tough guy has raised the bid to $1,000, $1,000, $1,000. Do I hear $1,100, $1,100, $1,100?”

“Yes!”

The price climbed quickly, soon reaching $1,500.

Henry wanted to bid too, but David Thompson shook his head at him firmly. At this moment, Randall walked over to them, sneering, “Why aren’t you bidding?”

A big Black guy said, “I guess they don’t have any money.”

“If you’re broke, go home and play with your ass. What are you doing here? Jealous?” another Black sidekick said rudely.

Randall shook his head at Henry: “Boss Fox, look at you now, like a dog drooling over a bone—an idiot dog at that. Not bidding on such a good warehouse? That’s not like you.”

With that, he raised his hand. “Two thousand dollars!”

The old auctioneer pointed at him, shouting, “The price is soaring, now it’s $2,000, $2,000, $2,000, so…”

“$2,500!” Henry immediately followed up.

David Thompson looked at him in shock. Henry shook his head and whispered, “For the sake of your great leader Chairman Mao, don’t say anything. I know what I’m doing.”

Randall spat disdainfully. “Three thousand!”

Hearing this bid, Henry shrugged. “See? Who’s the idiot dog? Someone tosses out a bone, and some idiot dog bites down hard. Gotta say, he’s biting pretty tight.”

With that, he stopped bidding and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The second warehouse opened, and again there were motorcycles. The competition for this warehouse was just as fierce, with a starting bid of one hundred bucks.

Randall was clearly determined to get this bike, and this time he took warehouse number two for $2,800.

There were also motorcycles in warehouse number three, but Randall stopped bidding. He wasn’t a millionaire, and the auction funds he could use had reached their limit.

The price for warehouse three was a bit lower, but still $2,500. By warehouse four, the final price kept dropping, down to $2,000.

The last warehouse opened. David Thompson gave Boss Fox a look—take this one!

Compared to the previous four, warehouse five didn’t have any obvious valuables at first glance, nor any sign of motorcycles, so the starting bid was the lowest:

“Four hundred, four hundred, four hundred, this is the last warehouse, you definitely won’t lose out if you buy it, because we all know the good stuff is always at the end. So, five hundred, does anyone want it?”

Henry raised his hand. “Five hundred!”

Chapter 0012 Soaring on the Avenue

“Five hundred, now the price is five hundred, so I’m about to call six hundred, six hundred, six hundred, does anyone want to take it…”

“Me!” Randall’s voice cut in first.

“Six hundred, six hundred, so I think…”

“Seven hundred!” Henry said, putting on a defiant stance.

The old man in the cowboy hat nodded. “Very good, looks like this warehouse has caught the eye of someone who knows their stuff, but seven hundred is clearly…”

“Eight hundred!” Randall interrupted him.

No need for the old man to call the bid; Henry stuck out his neck and shouted, “One thousand!”

With the two of them bidding like this, everyone immediately realized they were going head-to-head, so the other treasure hunters who had planned to bid stepped back, folding their arms to watch the show.

As the auctioneer, the old man in the cowboy hat loved to see this kind of scene, because he got a commission from the warehouse auction proceeds—the higher the price, the more he earned.

As soon as Henry finished bidding, Randall gave him the finger. “One thousand one hundred!”

“One thousand five hundred!” Henry gritted his teeth and said.

The onlookers whistled, and some, enjoying the drama, even clapped and shouted, “Cool!”

Taking advantage of the chaos, Henry gave David Thompson a look.

Immediately, David Thompson’s expression changed. He rushed up and shoved Henry hard. “Fuck! You bastard, why are you bidding that much?! Didn’t we agree beforehand…”