3: Excited Hank

Hank was incredibly excited, constantly examining the Flintlock in his hand.

Faced with his exclamation, many people around him also gathered around.

After all, as a Weapons Master, Hank had a very picky eye; he looked down on many treasures.

To make Hank so emotional, they also wanted to come over and see exactly what kind of treasure it was.

Among the onlookers, there were even a few Treasure Hunters who had just participated in the auction with Qin Yun.

"Oh Hank! Hurry up and tell us, how much is this thing actually worth?" Tom was also getting excited by Hank's reaction.

Qin Yun was also focusing intently; he wanted to see how much this item with the green treasure light was worth.

But Hank was so excited right now that he had no mind to answer Tom's question.

"This is definitely Blackbeard's sidearm! And it's absolutely one of his favorites!"

"Blackbeard in the 17th century was incredibly powerful! His ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge, had forty cannons!"

"The British Royal Navy, which made pirates tremble with fear, had three of its ships sunk by Blackbeard!"

"He was definitely the overlord of the seas back then!"

Hank's voice was very loud, and everyone present could hear him.

Several people who also had a passion for weapons now squeezed to the front of the counter one after another.

"Brother, I want this gun. I'll offer five thousand dollars, and I can give you cash right now!"

"No, no, no, don't listen to him!"

"I like this gun a lot too. I'll give you six thousand, no! I'll give you seven thousand dollars, please, you must give it to me!"

Several people squeezed in front of Qin Yun, making offers one after another, trying to intercept the deal from Tom's hands.

Tom wasn't someone to be trifled with either; rubbing his large bald head, he looked at Hank.

"Old Hank, stop keeping us in suspense. Hurry up and say it, how much is this gun actually worth?"

Tom kept asking, and Hank pondered for a long time.

"At the very least, this gun can sell for 45,000 to 50,000 dollars!"

"If you run into a collector, based on Blackbeard's name alone, it could even sell for seventy thousand dollars!"

Hank's words shocked everyone.

Especially those few people who had participated in the auction with Qin Yun and ridiculed the Eastern Kid for losing money this time; they all crowded around.

"How much did you just say this gun is worth? I didn't hear that wrong, did I?"

Several Treasure Hunters stared with wide eyes, and Hank nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, you didn't hear wrong. If you find the right collector, it can even sell for the astronomical price of seventy thousand dollars!"

Hank kept nodding, and Tom, standing to the side, also looked excited.

The surrounding Treasure Hunters were all pounding the counter in regret.

"My God, why didn't I spend the money to buy that storage unit!"

"One thousand dollars turning into seventy thousand dollars... this is simply insane, it's too crazy!"

"This lucky Eastern Kid really hit the jackpot this time!"

"Earlier, Brother Wu Ying wanted to buy his unit for five hundred bucks. Luckily this kid didn't sell. If Brother Wu Ying heard this news, he'd probably cough up blood from anger!"

Many people around took photos of Qin Yun and uploaded them to their social circles.

Qin Yun using a small stake to gain a huge profit and discovering a legendary treasure was definitely trending news in the Treasure Hunting Circle.

Hank clutched the Flintlock in his hand, liking it more the more he looked at it.

He was a famous Weapons Master and, naturally, a most fanatical weapon collector.

"Eastern Kid, I like this Flintlock very much. How about sixty thousand dollars?"

Hank was a decent man; although he said it could go up to seventy thousand, he offered sixty thousand, leaving room for negotiation.

He knew that buying and selling always involved haggling. If he started at seventy thousand, Qin Yun would definitely ask for more than that.

"Deal, sixty thousand dollars it is!" Qin Yun looked at Hank with a smile, not bargaining at all.

This actually made Hank pause for a moment.

Tom, on the side, was even more shocked as he rubbed his bald head. The last few times Qin Yun came, he would argue with him for half an hour over ten or twenty dollars.

And now he was being so straightforward?

In fact, Qin Yun was no fool. Tom was a businessman through and through; one had to fight for every penny with him.

But Hank was a Martial Arts Expert. For a master like him, buying his goodwill for ten thousand dollars was an absolute steal!

Besides, turning one thousand dollars into sixty thousand dollars meant Qin Yun was already making a killing!

Seeing that the item already had a buyer, the onlookers began to disperse.

As those Treasure Hunters left, their faces were still full of indignation, regretting why they hadn't bought Storage Unit 3.

When most of the people had left, Qin Yun finally took out the photo album.

"Hank, could I trouble you to look at something else for me?" Qin Yun's tone was very respectful.

Having just acquired a beloved gun, Hank naturally didn't refuse. But when he saw the photos in the album, his brows furrowed instantly.

"Eastern Kid, sell this photo album to me for a hundred thousand dollars!" Hank's voice was very serious, and his direct offer made Qin Yun jump in surprise.

Seeing Qin Yun hesitate, Hank slammed the table.

"Two hundred thousand dollars! If that's not enough, we can discuss it further!" Hank made successive bids, leaving Qin Yun stunned on the spot.