Edward was obviously a typical lower-class white man with a red face and a thick neck, but now he made a black question mark face.
Logan also cast a suspicious look.
This newly opened warehouse smells more stale than the previous ones, and it's obvious that no one has used it for a long time.
Even if the contents inside are messy, a pile of dusty glassware is still worth a few bucks.
The key is that as soon as the door opens, the smell of low-quality liquor hits your nostrils, making you want to cover your nose.
Old Harry was still introducing hard: "Everyone, open your eyes and take a good look. This is a good warehouse. Old Harry strongly recommends it.
Its previous owner, old Harry, also knew him, what a nice old Chinese man, yes, he looks very similar to Chen from the Tang Dynasty below."
As soon as these words came out, Chen Yang's face turned dark. It felt like this was the worst time he had ever been blackmailed.
There is no way he looks like an old Chinese man. Even white people who are most blind to yellow people know that as Chinese people get older, their faces become blurred, and to put it mildly, they look kind-hearted.
Chen Yang thinks he is young and handsome, is this a good match?
Old Harry's introduction continued: "The old Chinese man is a brewing master. Look, these are such beautiful glasswares. They are the best for brewing.
And you smell the fragrant smell of alcohol. After drinking this fine wine, which the Chinese call Erguotou, you will definitely be able to fuck your wife a few more times when you go back at night, if you have a wife."
Before Old Harry had finished speaking, waves of booing almost stopped him.
Old Harry was just an employee of Paul's Warehouse Management Company, not a real auctioneer, and his words were really limited.
Tang Wan and Chen Yang listened several times and heard about several former warehouse owners who knew Old Harry. Their professions included fishing masters, gardening masters, lumberjack masters, etc.
Even the least savvy 14-year-old black boy present would not believe what he said.
Tang Wan covered her nose to avoid smelling the smell of inferior liquor, and said in disbelief: "Is that person crazy? He went to the United States to make Erguotou?
Is there any sorghum here?”
Chen Yang replied seriously: "There are still some. China imports a lot of sorghum from the United States every year."
Tang Wan rolled her eyes. She was being sarcastic, sarcastic, couldn't you tell?
Edward didn't just roll his eyes, he shouted directly:
"Dear Tangren Chen, you can't do this? Look what's inside?
How much is a layer of gray glass worth? It can’t be Tiffany crystal, right?
Also, look at the 500ml bottles of liquor in those big bottles. Is that what you Chinese like to drink? Is it very valuable?
Edward danced exaggeratedly: For God's sake, we white people don't understand liquor, but we grew up drinking it. How could this inferior liquor taste be good?
As the biggest drunkard in Tieshan Town, the great Duke of Windsor tells you seriously, Tang Chen, you must never believe those shitty people who make their own wine. Really good wine must come from big factories and big brands. That word
what do you say that is?"
Edward scratched his head for a long time, then smashed his fist into his palm, and was pleasantly surprised to find it from his embarrassment of vocabulary: "Quality control, that's called quality control!"
Chen Yang looked at him with admiration. He didn't expect Edward, who was as rough as a lumberjack, to be able to speak such high-end words as quality control.
Just as he was about to explain his thoughts, a burst of noise came from outside the crowd.
Old Harry on the stage ran away as if he had heard the gospel of God.
Attracted by the movement at the other end, and since the auctioneers had all left, the treasure pickers happily followed and joined in the fun.