185: Chickens pecking at each other

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, thinking for a while before he understood exactly what was going on with this warehouse.

Don't let the shelves and the antiques, calligraphy, and paintings on them fool you into thinking they look legitimate.

In reality, they were all just fakes.

These were definitely mass-produced counterfeits from a factory.

Placing them in a warehouse with such crude conditions was merely for the purpose of aging them.

Seeing that everyone on the field, including Liu Yuanhua, had a strong interest in this warehouse,

Qin Yun had an idea.

He was never the type to not fight back when others targeted him.

Since Liu Yuanhua had threatened him,

now that he had the chance to retaliate, he would definitely make this so-called Young Master Liu pay the price.

Warehouse No. 25 was different from the previous ones.

As soon as the auction began, everyone showed great enthusiasm.

"Ten thousand."

"Fifteen thousand."

"Twenty-five thousand."

..."Three hundred and fifty thousand."

Everyone was bidding enthusiastically, worried that if they called out too late, this warehouse would fall into someone else's hands.

When the price reached over four hundred thousand, Liu Yuanhua personally joined the bidding army.

"I bid five hundred thousand!"

As soon as Liu Yuanhua spoke, the auction scene immediately quieted down quite a bit.

The warehouse had already reached a relatively high price.

With Young Master Liu personally bidding, although everyone felt unwilling, they began to hesitate.

They all made a living on this turf; if they were targeted by Young Master Liu,

their future days would likely be restless.

Qin Yun saw this situation and let out a cold sneer, "Six hundred thousand!"

He wanted to take this opportunity to give Liu Yuanhua a good lesson.

Seeing that same young man disrupting things again, Liu Yuanhua's brow furrowed tightly.

He gave Qin Yun a demonstrative glare.

"I bid seven hundred thousand!"

Liu Yuanhua had heard a piece of news through special channels.

A calligrapher and painter who liked to collect cultural relics had stayed in this factory area for a period of time.

That was why he had lowered his status to participate in this kind of Warehouse Auction that didn't have much profit.

How could he give up on this warehouse that clearly contained good items?

As for that blind kid, it wouldn't be too late to deal with him after the auction ended!

Since he was a fat sheep, however much money he lost, he would get it back twofold from that kid.

"Eight hundred thousand," Qin Yun increased the bid immediately without hesitation.

After a back-and-forth bidding war between Liu Yuanhua and Qin Yun, the price of Warehouse No. 25 reached 2.4 million.

Qin Yun knew that everything in this warehouse was a fake.

They had no value, so he had been observing Liu Yuanhua's expression the whole time.

As soon as he started to waver while bidding, Qin Yun would immediately stop raising the price.

Liu Yuanhua didn't expect this unfamiliar young man to actually have over two million in cash.

This completely exceeded his imagination.

Someone who could have so much cash and was willing to gamble it on an uncertain warehouse was definitely not an ordinary person.

He was certain in his heart that this young man had a background.

Liu Yuanhua had prepared six million in funds for this Warehouse Auction.

He thought it was a sure thing, but an unfamiliar young man had jumped out halfway through.

He didn't know exactly how much these antiques, calligraphy, and paintings were worth.

He felt some hesitation about whether to stop bidding.

However, seeing that kid's confident and fearless look was truly annoying.

"Two and a half million!"

After Liu Yuanhua quoted the price through gritted teeth, he looked at Qin Yun with murderous intent.

If that kid quoted again, he would let him have the warehouse.

If there really were good things inside,

he would arrange a group of people to rob him.

This was his territory anyway, and Liu Yuanhua kept many thugs here.

As long as he didn't personally step forward, even if everyone guessed he did it, they couldn't do anything to him.

Seeing Liu Yuanhua's conflicted face, Qin Yun knew this was Liu Yuanhua's last bid.

"Buying Warehouse No. 25 for 2.5 million—you really have a destiny with that number. I'll let you have this warehouse then."

Qin Yun shook his head with a smile and spoke with total indifference.

Seeing this, how could Liu Yuanhua not know he had been played by this kid?

His face darkened, and a predatory light shot from his eyes.

He made up his mind that no matter what, he would make this kid pay the price.

However, having just won Warehouse No. 25, Liu Yuanhua was anxious to see what treasures were inside.

He didn't have time to deal with the young man who had provoked him.

He called his subordinates to check the situation inside the warehouse.

The people around were curious about the state of the warehouse Young Master Liu had bought for 2.5 million.

"That kid is too bold, actually plucking the whiskers of Young Master Liu; this is undoubtedly a direct declaration of war!"

"But he still fell behind in the competition with Young Master Liu; this top-tier warehouse was still taken by Young Master Liu. Young Master Liu is indeed wealthy and extraordinary!"

"What period do you think those paintings and calligraphy on the shelves are from? If there are one or two masterpieces, Young Master Liu won't lose out!"

"Young Master Liu came prepared, his target was straight for this warehouse; there will definitely be good things inside!"

"Sigh, it's such a pity not to have competed with Young Master Liu for such a good warehouse. This warehouse can be said to be the best one I've ever encountered!"

"Who told us we're all just scavengers and junk collectors? We don't have a good life like Young Master Liu."

...Young Master Liu and a group of subordinates had eyes glowing with greed as they carefully observed every collectible on the shelves.

"Young Master Liu, this is an oil painting by the Qing Dynasty painter Giuseppe Castiglione. You've picked up a huge bargain!"

"There's a painting by Yao Wenhan here. I checked, he was a court painter of the Qing Dynasty; one painting is worth several million!"

"Holy crap, there's actually a landscape painting by Tang Bohu here!"

"Young Master Liu, there's a catalog of paintings and calligraphy here!"

...The people at the warehouse door heard the names of ancient celebrities being called out one after another, and their mouths watered with envy.

Young Master Liu had made a fortune.

A single painting far exceeded 2.5 million.

That young man was so pitiful; he offended Young Master Liu, and in the end, this treasure warehouse still landed in Young Master Liu's hands.

"This... how is this possible?"

"This definitely isn't a forgery!"

Liu Yuanhua was full of shock, muttering to himself with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

He opened the catalog of paintings and calligraphy and saw that it contained manufacturing times and notes on how to age them.

Without needing to think, everything on the shelves was fake.

Liu Yuanhua couldn't accept this blow.

He directly tore a painting in half and saw that the cross-section of the paper was completely different from the surface color.

He knew what the catalog said was true; all the paintings and calligraphy here were fakes.

So angry was Young Master Liu that he kicked over a nearby shelf and slapped the person who had handed him the catalog several times.

The onlookers saw this situation and felt gloating but didn't dare show it.

Their faces were full of expressions of pity.

Some people's acting was poor; their expressions looked like both laughing and crying, their features squeezed together, looking very strange.

"I knew things weren't that simple. How could there be so many antique paintings and calligraphy placed in a place like this!"

"You're right. If they were the real deal, the owner would definitely put them in a specialized location."

"Young Master Liu was still too careless, blinded by greed, and that's why he fell for such a big trap."

"Thinking about it now, that young man is a bit unusual, actually being able to see from the outside that the warehouse wasn't right!"

"Could that newcomer be an expert?"

...Although everyone feared Young Master Liu and held back, the people in the back still couldn't resist their internal gossip and curiosity, whispering and sharing their views with friends nearby.

Liu Yuanhua and his group of followers walked silently out of the warehouse.

Liu Yuanhua sat on a folding chair with a dark face, not saying a word, no one knowing what he was brewing in his heart.

The onlookers stayed at least five or six meters away from Liu Yuanhua, fearing being resented by the ill-tempered Young Master Liu.

The Host didn't dare speak too loudly either.

He hosted the Warehouse Auction in a low voice.

After auctioning five warehouses full of machinery,

Warehouse Number Thirty-One piqued everyone's interest.

Unlike the previous warehouses,

this warehouse was an oil painting studio!

Inside were many easels, canvases, brushes, palettes, and paint jars.

The floor was also filthy.

Liu Yuanhua hurriedly ran to the warehouse door to observe the situation inside.

Qin Yun was curious why a studio had appeared in a place like this, and why the frustrated Liu Yuanhua had suddenly become excited.

He immediately activated his Profound Vision Treasure Eye.

To his surprise,

there was actually a pale purple treasure light inside the warehouse!