The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

[A standard shipping container containing three cases of low-end wine, two cases of mid-range wine glasses, and several wine barrels, valued at $5000.]

Zhou Feng shook his head thoughtfully. This container was indeed much more valuable than the previous one, but the competition would certainly be fierce.

He has limited funds and must spend them wisely.

At this moment, the man in the suit who had just been performing the spirit communication ritual suddenly made a bid, interrupting Zhou Feng's thoughts.

"I'll offer a thousand dollars!"

"I'll offer 1,500."

"Sixteen thousand."

The treasure hunters showed great interest in the container from the University of Tokyo, and fought tooth and nail for it.

The price also rose rapidly, quickly reaching $2700.

At this level, some less capable treasure hunters have already given up, while only a few stubborn ones continue to raise the price.

At that moment, the man in the suit who was conducting the spiritual ritual suddenly spoke up, shouting out a price that crushed everyone else: "4000!"

Such a decisive price increase caused the remaining treasure hunters to waver and gradually abandon their idea of ​​raising the price.

Seeing that no one raised the price again, the host made the final decision.

"Sold for $4000!"

"Okay, please move to the third container."

……

Next came the third, fourth, and fifth containers, which were each snapped up by different treasure hunters.

But Zhou Feng remained as steady as ever, occasionally pretending to make a bid, acting as a mood-maker, and mainly just keeping everyone company.

Just when he was so bored he was about to fall asleep, he finally saw what he had been waiting for.

"This is the sixth container, from a private company in Switzerland. The owner went bankrupt and it's been stranded at the port unclaimed. The port has no choice but to entrust us with its sale. Starting bid: $50. Auction begins!"

Upon hearing that the treasure hunters were from Switzerland, they immediately perked up and prepared to make a big splash.

With a clang, the container's security lock was sawed open in front of everyone.

A damp, weedy smell wafted over.

Everyone craned their necks to look, and what came into view was a "wall" made of yellow haystacks, still perfectly sealed, with no way of observing what was inside.

"Switzerland, turf blocks? Could this be goods from an agricultural trading company?"

"It's hard to say. If it really is from an agricultural trading company, this container probably isn't worth much."

"This is quite risky, and there's no way to see what's inside the container."

The treasure hunters all frowned, racking their brains to extract any useful information from the host's brief introduction.

Zhou Feng also pretended to be troubled, but in reality, he silently opened his eyes to snobbery.

[A shipping container from Sweden contains a mid-range safe, a fine mechanical watch, cash, haystacks, a lawnmower... Value: US$25,000]

Zhou Feng's body trembled; he had delivered the goods to his family!

Twenty-five thousand US dollars!

If this vote goes through, I will instantly become a millionaire!

However, although he was excited inside, he did not show it.

They simply waited quietly for others to make an offer.

After much deliberation, the other treasure hunters finally began to bid.

"150".

"250".

"400".

Unlike the previous containers, the treasure hunters were very cautious with their bids this time, increasing them by one or two hundred dollars at a time.

Even so, when the price reached 600, not many people were willing to continue bidding.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Feng held up his number: "$800!"

Upon hearing this price, many hesitant treasure hunters promptly stopped making bids.

At this moment, the man named Matthew suddenly spoke up: "900."

Zhou Feng maintained his calm and collected expression and continued to raise the price: "1000."

Matthew frowned as he looked at Zhou Feng. Seeing that the Asian man looked relaxed and didn't seem to care about a thousand dollars at all, Matthew immediately had second thoughts.

He spent a considerable amount of his budget to secure the first container shipment.

This Asian man doesn't look like he's short of money.

Thinking of this, Matthew waved his hand helplessly.

They declined the offer.

Upon seeing this, the host, Tom, immediately made an announcement.

"Sold for $1,000! Container number six is ​​yours, my friend!"

Zhou Feng nodded, took out a thousand US dollars in cash from his pocket, handed it to the host, and then followed them to the next container.

Zhou Feng inspected the remaining containers with a snobbish eye, but found nothing of value. So, Zhou Feng once again took on the role of creating a lively atmosphere.

……

After the auction, Zhou Feng went to his container.

He rubbed his hands excitedly and couldn't wait to push over the clump of weeds in front of him.

The first thing that catches the eye is a red and black lawnmower covered by a tarpaulin.

Zhou Feng couldn't understand the model number on it at all.

So he opened his eyes to snobbery.

[Husqvarna push lawnmower, fair condition, value: $1000]

Wow, a big one right off the bat.

Zhou Feng smiled and pushed the lawnmower, along with the debris, out of the way.

At this moment, the treasure hunters who were still wandering around, trying to watch the excitement, noticed him and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"WTF! Look! What's that newcomer pushing out?!"

"F****K! It's a lawnmower! This newbie is incredibly lucky."

"I regret it! I should have bought this container!"

"Oh my God, this lawnmower must be incredibly expensive."

Zhou Feng ignored the group's fuss and, after setting up the lawnmower, walked back into the container.

Now, the real highlight begins...

On the other side, Matthew excitedly climbed into his own container.

He spent some time moving the pillows and duvet covers piled up at the front of the container out, revealing the brown cardboard boxes stacked together at the back.

"Nice!"

Matthew was overjoyed and quickly took out a utility knife to open the nearest cardboard box.

Suddenly, a pungent, sour smell of sweat hit him, and Matthew, caught off guard, felt his stomach churning violently.

"Ugh! F**k, what stinks like that!"

He cursed and covered his nose to look.

Inside were nothing but old clothes, their surfaces covered in stains and incredibly dirty.

Matthew's face turned very ugly.

Aren't these supposed to be goods from the Middle East? How come it's a bunch of old clothes?!

He refused to believe it and opened the other boxes.

Fortunately, the next box no longer contained clothes, but rather a rectangular pink box, about 36 of them.

Matthew's eyes lit up with joy again. He picked it up and saw that the logo on the box was a single word – Durex.

"FUCK!!! Why is this kind of thing in there?!"

He cursed in frustration and slammed the powder box in his hand to the ground.

The container was full of garbage; the only thing worth anything was the Durex condoms he had just thrown on the ground.

Matthew was filled with regret. He didn't have a girlfriend, so these Durex condoms were completely useless, and no one would be willing to recycle them.

Huge loss!

As he was filled with grief and indignation, he heard shouts of alarm from afar.

……