Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Chapter 1597: You May Earn a Small Profit, But I Will Never

Chapter 1597: You May Earn a Small Profit, But I Will Never Lose Out

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“You’ll know in a while.” Ye Feng opened the Bible.

After searching for a mont, he quickly found three folded papers in the middle.

He opened the papers.

As expected, there were many abstract pictures on it.

“What is this?” Zhuang Xiaoqiao was a little confused. “The lines are so ssy.”

“Other than the fact that paper looks a little old, there’s nothing special about it.”

“You spent more than 10 million yuan just for this?”

Ye Feng smiled. “Have you heard of a very famous figure in the art world? Picasso.”

“Picasso? The representative of cubism and one of the world’s top ten most influential painters in the 20th century?” Zhuang Xiaoqiao’s pupils constricted. “You don’t an that these papers are related to Picasso, do you?”

“Correct.” Ye Feng unfolded the three pieces of paper. “These three pieces are the manuscript of Picasso.”

“…”

Zhuang Xiaoqiao’s jaw dropped.

“The manuscript of Picasso!”

“Three pieces!”

She did not doubt Ye Feng’s appraisal ability at all.

“Things related to this guy are not ordinary!”

“A few years ago, at the Sotheby’s branch in Yanjing, there was an auction for a manuscript by Picasso. The price was as high as 23 million!”

“Moreover, over the years, the value of artifacts related to Picasso has been rising in the collectible world…”

“If we’re conservative, the total value of your three sketches should be more than 100 million!”

Ye Feng nodded and smiled. “Now do you know why I spent ten million to buy this ‘Bible?’”

“You may earn a small profit, but I will never lose!”

“Oh my god, Ye Feng, you are simply a genius!” Zhuang Xiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled.

“I have a premonition! This ti, when we ca to Arica to gamble on storage units, not only can we help get rid of my previous humiliation, but we can also make a lot of money!”

“There’s no doubt about it!” Ye Feng was very confident.

After putting away the three Picasso manuscripts and the collection that he had bought today, he took Zhuang Xiaoqiao to find a place to have a big al.

Then, he slept soundly.

The next morning, it was almost ti to gamble on the storage unit. He then followed Zhuang Xiaoqiao to their destination.

…

It was a place comparable to a small town.

Even though he knew that storage renting was very common in Arica, and many companies specialized in this business, when he arrived at his destination, Ye Feng was still shocked by what he saw.

The entire place was as large as a town. The whole place was filled with warehouses for storing goods. It was simply ridiculous!

Wouldn’t it be good to build a factory on such a large piece of land?

But after thinking about it, Ye Feng understood.

In modern tis, the Western world had started its industry much earlier than the Eastern world. The problem of industrial saturation had long appeared, and building warehouses was sothing that had to be done.

With these thoughts in mind, Ye Feng followed Zhuang Xiaoqiao to the office and registered.

“Sir, Madam,” the man in charge of the auction explained. “There are more than a hundred storage units up for auction.”

“You guys have to cherish this opportunity!”

“As for the gaplay, I won’t say much. You should all know.”

Ye Feng was not surprised.

After all, warehouses were non-regenerative resources. A hundred of them should be quite good.

As for the gaplay, Zhuang Xiaoqiao had ntioned it before. It was nothing more than a staff mber showing the storage units and then bidding.

…

After registering, the two of them were led by the staff to a simple auction area.

It was not an exaggeration to say that it was simple. It was basically like an open-air conference room.

A simple high platform, a podium, and a few dozen chairs below the stage ford the entire auction area.

There weren’t many people at the scene. There were only 70 to 80 people, most of whom were black.

Other than the black people, most of the remaining people were blond, blue-eyed, and arrogant white people. There were few Asians.

There were a few who looked very wretched, Ye Feng could tell that they were Japanese at a glance.

There weren’t many females, so Zhuang Xiaoqiao’s appearance was a little eye-catching.

Under the guidance of the staff, everyone arrived at the first warehouse.

Almost everyone would dream of a pie falling from the sky, especially those who loved to gamble.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with anticipation and curiosity as they focused on the door of the first warehouse.

It was Ye Feng’s first ti coming into contact with this thing, he was quite curious.

At this mont, the staff mber opened the shutter door of the warehouse under everyone’s gaze.

Imdiately, a cloud of dust blew in his face, and a deep musty sll gushed out.

Ye Feng imdiately covered his nose.

At the sa ti, he covered Zhuang Xiaoqiao’s nose.

However, when the surrounding people saw this situation, it was as if they had been injected with stimulants.

“The dust is so heavy, it ans that this warehouse has been here for a long ti!”

“And it’s precisely this kind of warehouse that has been closed for many years that has a higher success rate. There might be so good treasures inside.”

“This warehouse is amazing!”

Beside Ye Feng, Zhuang Xiaoqiao’s eyes also lit up, she almost could not help but dance. “Ye Feng, Ye Feng, this storage unit looks good!”

Why was this girl so excited?

Ye Feng smiled helplessly and shook his head, but he secretly turned on his deep navigation.

When he saw that there was nothing good in the warehouse, he tugged Zhuang Xiaoqiao lightly.

And the truth was just as he had expected.

Not long after he pulled Zhuang Xiaoqiao away, the shutter door of the warehouse was completely lifted. Everyone was disappointed. A few of the people even shouted, “F*ck!”

There was only a pile of moldy and rotten templates and a pile of rusted iron shelves in the warehouse.

Other than these, there was nothing else.

The staff was also secretly cursing their bad luck. A pile of rotten wood and scrap iron. No one with a brain would bid.

“Hey! Richard, don’t tell that the warehouses are all like this!”

“I’m not interested in a pile of rotten wood. This is wasting my ti!”

“I don’t think anyone would be willing to bid for such a storage unit!”

A black man in the crowd laughed.

Obviously, this guy was also an old gambler and was very familiar with the staff.

In the face of the black man’s inquiry, Richard could only spread his hands and shrug, indicating that he was not sure either.

After all, he was only here to help open the warehouse doors. As for whether there was anything in the warehouse, what was there, and whether it was worth anything, other than the owner who had rented the warehouse before, only God knew!

Without waiting for the crowd to urge him, Richard led them to the next warehouse to be auctioned. It was also in the sa row, and it was not far away, which saved a lot of travel.

As soon as the shutter door was opened, dust flew out.

Obviously, no one had been to this warehouse for a long ti.