Li Du paid the bill, the small bar didn't cost much, and the total of a dozen or so people was less than five hundred, which was the reason why Godzilla drank a small barrel of craft beer.

He told Tina that she had to go to see the warehouse and that she had to leave first.

Tina nodded in understanding, and Li Du immediately checked out and left, walking very chicly.

They didn't even agree on the time and place of the next meeting, and both of them wanted to try if they were really fated to meet like this next time.

As soon as Li Du went out, Brother Wolf, who didn't know where to hide before, appeared.

He asked, "Are you okay with the shot just now?"

Brother Wolf smiled and said, "There are no cameras around, and there are no clues. ”

In this way, Li Du will be at ease.

Located on the north side of Wynwood, Mr. Bicycle Warehouse Company is an old-fashioned warehouse company that is not protected by a fence and is built one after the other on a vacant lot.

Wynwood is one of Miami's most artsy and historic places, and the warehouse company has a row of billboards in front of it with old photos and brochures.

It was named 'Mr. Bicycle' because the company's warehouses were taken over from Miami's largest bicycle sales mall, some of which were formerly used to store bicycles.

There is no fence, Li Du can go in and check at will.

There are relatively few warehouses to be auctioned this time, only five in total, and generally they will not participate in such a small auction, and the probability of good goods appearing is too small.

This time, Hans just wanted to participate in the topless event, so he casually found a reason to stay with Li Du.

Walking around the warehouse, Li Du put the little flying insect into the first warehouse.

The warehouse was about 20 square meters in size, and there were moldy mattresses, tattered coffee tables, some books, tables, chairs, and stools, and knives, forks, bowls, and so on.

Seeing this, Li Du understood that this warehouse had been rented as a residence.

The fact that a warehouse is used as a place to live is inconceivable to most people, after all, the warehouse has no water, no electricity, and even no windows, it is a cement lump, and it is too uncomfortable to live in it.

But for some poor people, this is a place to stay, and the warehouse rental is cheap, maybe one or two hundred yuan a month, or even dozens of yuan, which is much cheaper than a house.

Moreover, the Mr. Bicycle warehouse company has no walls, and it can come and go freely, so if it is just used as a sleeping place, it can barely make a living.

Li Du had seen this kind of warehouse as a residence before, and this was the most hated warehouse for treasure pickers, even more annoying than the household garbage warehouse.

Generally, this kind of residential warehouse appears, and at the auction it is either unsold or becomes a one-dollar warehouse.

Without him, no one wants to buy such a worthless warehouse - the people who live in the warehouses must be very poor and poor, and what valuable things can be in the warehouses left by such people?

Although most of the household waste warehouses are filled with household waste, sometimes, some families will throw some valuable things in it as garbage, or some valuable things are thrown away by them as garbage.

There must be nothing of value in this kind of slum storehouse, otherwise they would have sold it and replaced it with a motel, so that they would not have lived in this place.

Li Du was meticulous and searched again, but no, there was nothing valuable in it.

Entering the second warehouse, he saw that he was depressed, and it was a poor man's warehouse again!

The whole warehouse was in a mess, and the people who lived in it should be even worse than the previous one, there was not even a bed, only a pile of moldy and rotten paper shells.

The warehouse was like a garbage heap, with a huge pile of paint spray cans, tattered clothes and shoes, and a mess of patterns on the walls.

Li Du shook his head helplessly and prepared to withdraw the little flying insect, but when the little flying insect saw the pattern, a signature in the corner made him frown.

Banksy！

There is also a pattern behind the letters, which is a head wearing a peaked cap and a black cloth tied around its face.

Seeing this name and pattern, Li Du suddenly remembered a person introduced by the art hunters when he was drinking before.

After carefully looking at the portraits on the walls, he thoughtfully retrieved the little flying insect and walked to the next warehouse.

And then, again the slum storehouse!

Li Du is convinced, do the poor people in Miami like to live in warehouses so much?

But come to think of it, it's nice for some people to have a place to stay, and the warehouse, while uncomfortable to live in, is a temporary refuge for some impoverished so-called 'street artists'.

After reading the five warehouses, Potter cautiously asked, "Lee, what do you see?"

Li Du sighed and said: "Not only looking, but also relying on the sense of smell, my facial features are more sensitive than ordinary people." In short, here is a pile of garbage. ”

Potter nodded approvingly: "It's just a pile of garbage, it stinks." ”

Li Du asked, "The auction the day after tomorrow, do you want to come along?"

Potter nodded, looking a little excited: "Yes, yes." ”

After looking at the warehouse, Li Du went back to look for Hans, only to find that he was already waiting by the side of the road, and his face was very unsightly.

"What's wrong?" Li Du asked, "Is it that your evil purpose has been seen through by other girls and driven you out?"

Hans said angrily, "Fuck off, that's not the case. ”

He paused, and said with a depressed face: "You guys went to Wynwood? It's said that there was a shooting over there, right? Our team was forcibly disbanded by the police, saying that there was a security hazard. ”

Li Du laughed, and then put on a sympathetic expression: "Then you guys are really unlucky." ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" Hans sighed regretfully, "I just got on a brunette girl." ”

At this, he couldn't help but shake his head and began to sigh for a long time.

Li Du looked at Brother Wolf and wondered whether to tell him the truth, but finally decided not to say it.

It's not that he can't believe Hans and is afraid that he will talk nonsense, but he thinks that with Hans as he is now, once he knows the truth, he may fight with him.

On Monday morning, they drove to the Mr. Bicycle warehouse company for an auction.

This was a small-scale auction, and there were not many treasure hunters coming, only about 20 people in total.

Li Du and Hans were complete strangers here, and when they appeared, some treasure hunters looked at them and whispered about their origins, but found nothing.

The first warehouse was opened, and the treasure pickers immediately pouted: "Stinky shit!"

As Li Du knew, this warehouse was unsold.

The second warehouse opened, and the treasure pickers continued to curse the mother: "Stinky shit!"

Some people left directly, and there were only fifteen or sixteen treasure pickers left at the scene.

Li Du stayed in the crowd leisurely, and the auctioneer weakly lowered the price to one dollar, and the warehouse became a one-dollar warehouse.

At this time, Li Du made a move: "One dollar, OK." ”

He thought he could take the warehouse safely, but after he made an offer, someone followed: "Ten dollars!"