In the blink of an eye, another half an hour passed, and the sweep continued.

Ye Tian and the others had already swept through more than a hundred stalls, and less than a third of them were left, and it was not far from the time when this courtyard market would close.

The thrilling and fruitful 127 Corridor treasure hunt is coming to an end.

During this half-hour treasure hunt, Ye Tian found another antique that made him excited.

This is a wood carving from Africa, carved from black wood, more than 600 years ago, with extraordinary artistic value, the market price is about 1.5 million US dollars, and he bought it for 500 US dollars.

After taking the wood carving, he immediately asked Walker to take it back to the parking lot, along with the Portland vase and several other antiques, and locked it in the Marauder's car.

At the same time, he brought back $200,000 in cash.

Peter and Miller also returned to the parking lot after the sweep, assisting Cole in guarding the vehicle and many antiques.

Coupled with the SAT SWAT in the parking lot, there is no problem with the safety of those antiques, and it is basically foolproof!

When Ye Tian left another stall with Betty and walked towards the next target, Jason's voice suddenly came from the headphones, which was very clear.

"Steven, that 1960 bronze-gilt Swiss Atmos air clock has been taken, it cost $800, and I'm going to send it back to the parking lot, it's too heavy.

Let me tell you something, there is no space in the car, our luggage and equipment take up a lot of space, plus those antiques before, it has taken up nearly half of the space.

We're scavenging antiques and art here, and now the space in the car is completely filled, and we can't put it down if we buy it again, so we have to find a way to solve it, do you want to hire a truck?"

Ye Tian groaned slightly, and then said with a smile:

"You can do it boldly and buy all the antiques I told you, and don't let go of any of them, since you have encountered them, how can you let them go!

I have a way to take these antiques with me, we don't have space in the car, but Bowie does, don't forget, he came with an RV, and there is room for stock!

Jason, you go to the Texas cowboy and put all the antique art you just bought in his RV, won't that solve the problem!

You can tell Bowie that we can go back to New York together, we can borrow his RV, and he will be protected, it's the best of both worlds, there's no reason to object!"

"yes! Why didn't I expect this guy! On the way back, he must be with us all the way, I wish someone would provide protection, it is absolutely impossible to refuse!"

Jason said excitedly, almost cheering.

The problem is solved, and you can let go of it!

Ye Tian smiled softly, just take this opportunity to let Bowie get acquainted with everyone, and if you need to cooperate in the future, it will be more convenient.

As soon as Jason's words fell, Raymond's voice came again.

"Steven, we've been sweeping and going back and forth to the parking lot too often, and some stall owners have already noticed that something is wrong and are starting to be a little suspicious, and the next action may not go well!"

"Then let them be suspicious! There's one last row of stalls left, and we'll be out of here by the time they're awake!

You hurry up and sweep the goods, if the money is not enough, go back to Cole to get it, I put $200,000 in Cole, enough to last until the end of the operation!"

Ye Tian said with a low smile.

It's normal for stall owners to be suspicious, Jason's sweeping move is so big, so much money, how can it not attract the attention of the stall owners?

Unfortunately, these concerns and suspicions came too late! The sweep has come to an end.

Soon, everything will be settled! No one can get it back!

"Hahaha, that's right, when they wake up completely, it's time for us to leave, it's a great feeling to be scavenging antiques like this!

Raymond chuckled, and the rest of the group chuckled.

After the call, Ye Tian and Betty walked to the next stall and continued to sweep the courtyard market.

At this time, Ye Tian was already relaxed, in an extremely happy mood, enjoying the fun of treasure hunting and the beautiful feeling of making a fortune!

......

The speed of the sweep was getting faster and faster, and the hurricane swept through the courtyard market, leaving all the treasures in its wake.

In half an hour, the market will close, and there are still twenty-seven or eighteen stalls left, one every minute, which is completely enough, or even more than enough!

Ye Tian looked up at the stall in front of him and showed an unusually confident smile.

As before, he would quickly glance at each stall he passed to see if there were any glowing antiques and artworks with multiple layers of light.

Then let's take a look at the whole perspective again to see if there are any hidden treasures.

In this case, no antique artwork can escape his eyes, and he has a clear grasp of the situation of every stall he passes, more thoroughly than the stall owner!

If there's an antique piece of art on the stall that appeals to him, he'll stop and admire it, ask for an offer, and get it at the lowest price.

But such opportunities were few and far between, and after the Portland vase in 1790, he visited dozens of stalls in succession, and he came across it once, and found the African wood carving, and for most of the rest of the time he found nothing.

After all, it's just a courtyard market, not a famous museum, and there are so many top antique artworks!

When he noticed a leak in the stall, he would point to an antique and ask for the price, probe the stall owner, and then quickly leave to notify Jason that they would come and pick up the leak.

Using this method to hunt for treasures, the speed is naturally fast and extremely efficient.

Only by adopting this method can we sweep the entire market in a limited time!

Luckily, with only 150 stalls, the market is modest and can be walked around in two and a half hours.

If this is a super flea market with 500 large businesses and 2,500 stalls in Saint-Touen, Paris, even if you come for eight days, it is impossible to visit the entire market in such a short time!

Ye Tian's actions all fell into the eyes of many reporters behind them, and every reporter was so shocked that they almost swallowed their tongues!

These guys are crazy!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian swept through more than a dozen stalls.

As the market closes closer, there are fewer and fewer stalls left.

It's a new stall again, and it's still selling antiques.

There are pottery, porcelain, sculptures, and handicrafts on the two tables of the stall, and some oil paintings, prints and other works of art hang on both sides and behind the stall owner.

There are a lot of goods, and the quality is not bad, it should be regarded as a relatively good stall in this market, it is worth visiting.

Ye Tian stopped here and began to scan the goods on the stall.

In the next moment, his eyes, hidden under his sunglasses, suddenly began to shine brightly and became extremely bright.

Apparently, he found another heavy treasure.

And it's the kind of antique art that makes the heart beat and the blood swells.

Awesome! Alabama is such a sweet state! Dude loves it here!

Ye Tian secretly cheered, almost dancing with his hands.

Although his mood was extremely excited, his expression remained the same, smiling, relaxed, and no different from before.

He knew in his heart that now was not the time to celebrate, and he must not show any horses.

When you really win the goal, you can celebrate unbridledly, and you can not visit the dozen or so stalls in the back.

At that time, the two most precious antique artworks here will all belong to you, and the others will not be picked up, there is nothing to regret!

After calming down his emotions a little and adjusting his breathing, Ye Tian made a move.

"Good afternoon, sir, it's a pleasure to see you, can you take a look at these paintings?"

He asked, pointing to a few oil paintings hanging on the side of the stall, very polite and blameless!

The stall owner is a white old man in his fifties and sixties, who should be an old man in this industry, and the necessary respect must still be there.

"Good afternoon, Steven, welcome to my booth, please take a look, all the antiques and artworks here are available for sale!"

The stall owner smiled and nodded, a glimmer of approval flashing in his eyes.

This guy isn't too muddy! polite, it seems that the rumors can't be trusted!