Among the large number of clocks, there was indeed an antique clock, but there was only one.
Unwilling to be reconciled, they dismantled all the clocks, and through the movement, they clearly knew that there was only one real antique clock.
The rest are all assembly line products. Even the assembly lines from decades ago are still industrial products and have little value.
According to treasure pickers, it is called: supermarket goods.
That antique clock should be worth 180,000 to 200,000 US dollars. This is the price at the Guardian auction that Chen Yang found out through Lin Beigong.
In addition, those assembly line clocks can be sold for some, so adding them all together, they should only lose one to two hundred thousand US dollars.
But then factor in the time cost and energy cost of turning these things into cash...
Daytona and Godfather suffered a great loss.
Chen Yang watched as the news spread, the faces of Daytona and the godfather became darker and darker, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, thinking that these two were so stubborn that they had to pay more, and they obviously even gave away their underwear.
Tang Wan was at the side, pulling his sleeves and asking in a low voice: "Chen Yang, aren't you worried?"
Chen Yang smiled slightly and said: "There is nothing to worry about, we have already made money."
"Even if the old man didn't put the things from the tomb of Empress Dowager Cixi in the warehouse, it would be nothing more than an anticlimax.
I just brought my dear wife to play a game and experience the warehouse auction."
Tang Wan thought so, and the mood that was originally tense due to the surrounding atmosphere relaxed.
"Chen from the Tang Dynasty, it seems you have lost too.
After bluffing for a long time, I thought you could come up with something good?"
Daytona couldn't help but mocked: "It turns out to be a pest. That's what you yellow people are like. There's a word for it, Dr. Smith, it's called the scourge of the yellow people? Is that right?"
Chen Yang directly slapped Daytona's chin from bottom to top, exerting force.
"Bang!"
Daytona sat down on the ground, his upper and lower jaws colliding with each other, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
"Your mouth is so stinky, it's annoying."
Chen Yang knelt down and wiped his hands on Daytona's clothes.
Daytona's two lackeys, one tall and one strong, subconsciously drew their guns. Their previous experiences told them that they would be completely incompetent if they didn't draw their guns.
Before they even made the move, they saw Hannah and other local treasure pickers, and even Drew, who had a conflict with Chen Yang yesterday, all looking at them with unkind expressions, and they immediately did not dare to move.
Chen Yang didn't expect that they had any intention of uniting and excluding others. He smiled, reached out and patted Daytona's face, and said: "Just lie down and don't get up. From this angle, is there anything different?"
At the same time, Chen Yang raised his voice and shouted into the warehouse: "Hey, Edward, when God closes a door for you, it doesn't necessarily open a window for you.
Maybe it’s the cellar!”
In fact, Chen Yang only realized something was wrong when he squatted down and wiped his hands on Daytona.
Below the place where Edward stood, it was slightly higher than the surrounding area, as if something thick was spread to raise the ground.
When Edward plopped down and groped the ground inch by inch, Daytona really didn't get up. He just lay on the ground and looked in. The flashlights in the hands of all the treasure hunters were all concentrated in one place.
Chen Yang continued leisurely: "Chinese people have a habit of throwing their property into the ground. There is a special term for it, which is called: gold pit.
There are many people who have bought old houses and made a lot of money by digging into the cellar."
As soon as he finished speaking, Edward touched something and lifted it up hard.
It seemed to be an old sheepskin, or a sheepskin-like carpet, with a thin layer of soil and dust on it, which filled every inch of the warehouse as Edward moved.
"Cough cough cough cough~"
Edward kept coughing and had no intention of hiding. He lay down again and picked up a box from under the old sheepskin.
"drink!"
"ha!"
Edward, a strong man like a bear, even exhaled loudly while carrying a seemingly small box.
"Bang!"
The box fell heavily to the ground, making a muffled sound like a heavy object hitting the ground.
"This volume, this weight..."
Dr. Smith's eyes lit up, and Daytona and the Godfather were stunned.
Did they vaguely guess what was inside?
The next moment, Edward opened the box, and under the focus of the treasure hunter's flashlight beam, a bright golden light burst out, dazzling everyone's eyes.
For a time, countless sigh-like sighs appeared one after another: