Warehouse Treasure Hunt: Donate the Jade Seal of Chuanguo at the beginning!

Chapter 104 The Newspaper of Elvis Presley's Death

"Quick, quick, Qin Yang, open it and have a look!"

Zhou Zheng couldn't wait any longer, so he almost did it himself.

"it is good!"

Qin Yang took the key in his hand, inserted it directly into the keyhole, and twisted hard...

Click!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the lock of the box was unlocked.

As soon as the box was opened, both Zhou Zheng and Wang Rongrong poked their heads to look inside, and their expressions froze in the next second.

There is nothing left in it except for a strange pumpkin utensil.

"Qin Yang, this...what is this thing?"

Zhou Zheng carefully took out the pumpkin utensils inside, and looked at it carefully.

"Juice machine, an old-fashioned juice machine!"

When Qin Yang saw that there was a fruit juice machine in such a big box, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then how much is it worth?"

Wang Rongrong also hurriedly asked.

"It's worth about 900M yuan!"

Qin Yang shrugged.

"What? Is this thing only worth 900M yuan?"

When the price came out, Wang Rongrong and Zhou Zheng's expressions were a little stiff. They thought this thing was worth their money.

I didn't expect to break even four digits...

Qin Yang saw that the two of them seemed a little disappointed, so he smiled and continued, "Fortunately, this treasure chest itself is relatively rare and has great collection value..."

"What...what do you mean? Is it worth a lot?"

Zhou Zhengqi said.

Wang Rongrong was also a little curious at this time, and cast her eyes on Qin Yang, obviously wanting to know its value.

"It's worth it, it's worth it..."

Qin Yang also pointed to the locks inside and said, "This thing can control its eight locks and bolts with only one key. This was already a very advanced technology at that time. Conservative estimates, It can be sold for about 7000-12000M yuan!"

"I'll go, is this box so valuable?!"

Zhou Zheng was startled. Are they another village?
"This is a real baby!"

Wang Rongrong's eyes widened at this time, and she carefully looked at the big metal box in front of her, feeling as if she had found a treasure.

"Haha, with this thing here, our warehouse will not be in vain!"

Qin Yang casually closed the box and waved his hand, "Okay, let's clean it up quickly before going to the next warehouse."

"it is good!"

It was a great surprise to find a valuable treasure chest and an old-fashioned fruit juice machine.

So in the next cleanup, will you find any other treasures?

But sadly...

They didn't find any treasures that were too valuable until they cleared out the items in Warehouse No. 1.

Qin Yang did some calculations, and minus the 2650 M yuan for the warehouse auction, the profit brought to Qin Yang by the No. 1 warehouse must be at least 1 M yuan.

A warehouse can earn so much...

This is not a small amount!

Bang!

After locking the door of the carriage, Qin Yang waved his hand and said, "Come on, let's go to the No. 2 warehouse."

"it is good!"

"..."

When the door of No. 2 warehouse opened, piles of newspapers appeared in front of the three of them.

Looking at so many newspapers in front of him, Zhou Zheng felt a headache. Isn't this too much?
"Hey Qin Yang, can you tell me why you want me to take pictures of this warehouse?"

Because this warehouse was photographed by Wang Rongrong, she was naturally a little curious about the reason.

She remembers...

Qin Yang told her that the upper limit of bids for this warehouse is 8 M yuan.

8 million M yuan!

This price is a sky-high price for her, a poor foreign student!
"Haha, even if you don't ask, I want to tell you."

Qin Yang smiled and walked in, "Actually, in the country of America, some people will rent this kind of warehouse specially, and pile up some old magazines, old newspapers and other things."

"And the old magazines and newspapers they pile up are usually the more valuable ones..."

"So, you should understand what I mean, right?"

"Good guy, Qin Yang, do you even know this kind of thing?"

Zhou Zheng only felt that the boss in front of him was becoming more and more incomprehensible...

"Then... do these newspapers have any history?"

Wang Rongrong asked as she walked all the way to a pile of newspapers with her mobile phone.

"Well, their origins are not small!"

Qin Yang nodded. The shrine gradually became more serious. He picked up a yellowed newspaper on it and said, "The difference between a newspaper and a magazine is that if it needs to be valuable, it must report good news and good stories. And If you want its value to be higher, you must have relevant illustrations or photos, so that its value can be greatly increased..."

As he spoke, Qin Yang flipped left and right, and when he saw that most of the pages of the newspaper were printed with photos of a person at a concert, the smile on his face became brighter.

"Qin Yang Qin Yang, Qin Yang, are you okay?"

Seeing that Qin Yang was a little dazed, Zhou Zheng hurriedly stepped forward and called out.

"Oh, I'm fine..."

After Qin Yang came back to his senses, he pointed to the photo on the newspaper and said, "Look, all the news on it is the news of Elvis Presley's death, so let's not talk about anything else, this news alone is enough to make people feel happy. These newspapers became very valuable."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Wang Rongrong hurriedly said, "Then... so how much is it? Qin Yang, can you tell us about it?"

Qin Yang casually flipped through the newspaper in his hand, and all the information on it appeared in front of their eyes.

"According to the information in the newspapers, I can basically conclude that these newspapers come from Memphis Publishing House. They were issued on the fifth day after Elvis Presley passed away. They are very commemorative..."

Qin Yang said seriously, "This kind of newspaper currently costs at least 10 million yuan on the market!"

"10...10M yuan a piece?!"

"My God! Then there must be at least tens of thousands of newspapers here?"

"Hey, this is a lot of money!!"

Both Zhou Zheng and Wang Rongrong felt their hearts twitch violently.

This warehouse can be called a treasure house!
It's all money!
Seeing that the two of them were so excited, Qin Yang also smiled without saying a word.

He wouldn't tell them both that there were more than 1000 newspapers here!
That is to say...

These newspapers can be sold for more than 11 M yuan!
Even if the 6200 million yuan spent to acquire the warehouse is subtracted, the net profit brought to Qin Yang by Warehouse No. 2 can reach more than 10 million yuan.

"Qin Yang, you are so fat!"

Zhou Zheng said a little excitedly, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that old newspapers, which we consider to be a pile of garbage, can be worth so much money."

If this is said, no one will believe it!
A pile of useless torn newspapers can be worth a house in a fourth or fifth tier city in China.

Who will believe this?
"Haha, our luck is still good, I didn't expect to meet this kind of warehouse."

Wang Rongrong smiled happily.

After all, this was the first warehouse she photographed, and she was naturally very excited to find so many valuable newspapers.

(End of this chapter)