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

What comes into view is a pile of old furniture. In the foreground are two black leather sofas and several plastic storage boxes. In the corner is a bottle of tomato martini. The most eye-catching thing is a standard billiard table in the middle, with several billiard cues on it.

Zhou Feng glanced at it casually, but in reality, he was scanning it with a snobbish eye.

[A shipping container from Greece contains some inexpensive furniture, a half-finished bottle of liquor, some bar supplies, a basic pool table... Value: $1000]

"This is a shipping container from Greece. For some reason, it has been unclaimed for a long time, so we are going to sell it. The starting bid is $50!"

"$100!" A Latina woman was the first to bid.

"$250!"

This time, it was Zhou Feng who spoke up. The profit margin on this container was a bit low, and he planned to give up once it reached 500.

"400!" As soon as Zhou Feng finished speaking, Matthew immediately raised the price, while giving him a provocative look.

Zhou Feng pretended not to sense Matthew's hostility and immediately doubled the price: "800."

Matthew smiled dismissively: "1200!!"

Zhou Feng: "I abstain."

Matthew:? ? ?

Next is the second container.

When the box was opened, it was filled with various oddly shaped items wrapped in kraft paper. You couldn't guess what they were just by looking at them.

What everyone found interesting was that the container was covered with tiny holes, as if it had been gnawed on by some kind of creature.

"This container was shipped from Somalia. It is said that the cargo ship transporting this container was attacked by the island, which is why there are so many bullet holes in the container. Starting bid: 50."

Upon hearing this, none of the treasure hunters chose to bid. After all, the container had been riddled with bullets, and even if there were valuable items inside, they would probably be nothing more than junk.

"$50, anyone bidding?"

Tang called out three times, but there was complete silence at the scene, and container number two failed to sell.

The next three, four, five, and six containers were all small-scale shipments of a few hundred or a few thousand units, which Zhou Feng found utterly uninteresting.

"Next is the seventh container."

The box door opened, revealing the goods piled inside.

At the door of the box hung two life-size Luo Tianyi dolls wrapped in plastic sheeting. In the middle were piles of various anime posters, worn-out plastic toys, some moldy storage boxes, and some stained anime-themed clothing.

The style of this container is somewhat out of place compared to the previous ones.

"My friend, are you playing childish pretend with me using these little gadgets?"

"Pickled radishes are a must! Do you even want to work for your company anymore? Using toys to waste my time?"

The treasure hunters were very dissatisfied with the contents of the container.

Clearly, they had no idea about the market prices of anime merchandise, which are more lucrative than robbery.

As usual, Zhou Feng activated his snobbish eye scanning.

[A shipping container from Japan contains 2 life-size Luo Tianyi dolls, various limited edition posters, several collaboration badges, 1 official RX-93ν Gundam figure, 1 official METAL BUILD Strike Freedom figure, 1 official Bandai Ultraman PB limited edition transformation device... Value: $4]

Zhou Feng: !!!

Did they rip this off to some veteran anime/manga fandom?!

Zhou Feng suppressed his excitement, maintaining an indifferent expression as he waited for Tom to finish his introduction.

Starting bid: $50!

"$100." A middle-aged woman held up a number plate, looking somewhat bored. Her children would love these toys.

$150.

$200.

There were very few bidders, and Zhou Feng raised his bidding number.

$300.

Matthew promptly followed suit: "$350!"

Seeing this, Zhou Feng immediately understood his intention: to deliberately raise the price so that he would also have to pay a hefty price.

He immediately snorted coldly and shouted out a price that shocked everyone present: "$2000!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar, and the other treasure hunters couldn't help but sneer.

"Hahaha, newbie, do you think you have too much money?"

"Hmph, it would be more meaningful to give this money to the homeless on the street than to waste it here."

"He won't even make back the cleaning fees by then, and he'll have his day."

Matthew never expected Zhou Feng to be so stupid as to raise the price so high in one go. Did he think I would take over?

Thinking of this, Matthew immediately withdrew from the contest and then turned to look at Zhou Feng triumphantly.

Seeing the incredulous look on his face, I couldn't help but feel relieved; I had finally gotten my revenge!

Next was container number eight... He hadn't seen Zhou Feng make any more bids until the last container, probably because he was still heartbroken about losing two thousand dollars.

Matthew sneered inwardly. "An Asian kid, trying to fight me?"

Zhou Feng, having accumulated too much stuff, first called his goblin boss, Winston, and asked him to drive over and collect it.

Then he slowly moved the items out little by little, his movements were very gentle, for fear of bumping or damaging the Gundam figures inside.

Soon, Winston arrived in a brand-new blue pickup truck.

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard him shouting loudly.

"You despicable brat! Where's that valuable treasure you mentioned on the phone? If you dare lie to me, I'll kiss your ass with the tip of my shoe!"

Zhou Feng pointed to the valuable items that he had already cleared out.

"Shouldn't you accept these things?"

Winston stepped forward, picked up a figurine, and examined it for a few moments: "As long as it's authentic, there's nothing I, Old John, won't accept!"

Zhou Feng smiled and said, "Then you calculate how much it's worth."

Winston looked at it several times before finally giving a number: "Thirty thousand!"

Zhou Feng's face darkened instantly.

"Old man, we've known each other for so long, how dare you be so shady?!"

"I'll give you a number! Sixty thousand!"

"Pickled radishes are a must-eat! You're even darker than me!"

Ultimately, after "friendly" negotiations between the two, the goods were sold for 40,000.

At this moment, container number one.

Matthew, somewhat annoyed, directed the cleaners to move the items out one by one. He had just estimated that he was going to lose another two hundred dollars this time.

This doesn't even include the cost of hiring a cleaning worker.

The only thing that comforted him was that the Asian man had also suffered a huge loss this time, and even more than him.

Thinking this, Matthew walked toward Zhou Feng's container, trying to find some sense of superiority from him.

Before they even got close, they overheard Zhou Feng and Winston's "friendly" discussion.

He was so angry he almost vomited blood.

How can a bunch of unwanted, broken toys sell for $40,000?

Why is it that I always suffer huge losses while Zhou Feng makes a fortune?

How dare he, a lowly yellow-skinned monkey, seize the wealth that rightfully belongs to me?!

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P.S. The last sentence about stacking armor is purely for the sake of the character. I do not discriminate against any individual or race with normal values ​​and positive thoughts.