In a blink of an eye it was another half an hour, and the raid continued.
Ye Tian and the others have already swept through more than one hundred stalls, and only less than one-third of the remaining stalls are not far from when the courtyard market will closes.
The thrilling and rewarding treasure hunt in Corridor 127 is coming to an end.
During this half-hour treasure hunt, Ye Tian found another antique that made him fascinated.
This is a wood carving from Africa. It was carved in black wood. It was early 600 years ago. The artistic value is extraordinary. The market value is about 1.5 million US dollars. He bought it for 500 US dollars.
After taking down the wood carving, he immediately asked Walker to take it back to the parking lot. The Portland vase and several other antiques were also taken back together and locked in the Marauder.
At the same time, he brought back 20,000 US dollars in cash.
Peter and Miller also returned to the parking lot after scanning the goods, assisting Cole in guarding the vehicle and many antiques.
Coupled with the SWAT police in the parking lot, there is no problem with the safety of those antiques, and they are basically foolproof!
When Ye Tian left another booth with Betty and walked towards the next goal, Jason's voice suddenly came from the earphones, very clear.
"Steven, the 1960 gilt bronze Swiss Atmos air clock has been taken, and it cost 800 dollars. I am going to send it back to the parking lot. This thing is too heavy.
Let me tell you something. There is no space in the car. Our luggage and equipment take up a lot of space. Together with the old antiques, it has already taken up nearly half of the space.
If we sweep up antique art here again. The space in the car is now completely filled. If we buy it again, we can't put it down. We must find a solution. Should we hire a truck?"
Ye Tian groaned slightly, then smiled and said:
"You can feel relieved and boldly buy all the antiques I told you, and don't let go of any of them. Since we have encountered it, there is no reason to let it go!
I can take away these antiques. There is no space in our car, but Bowie has it. Don't forget, he is dragging the RV, and there is some storage space!
Jason, you go to the Texas Cowboys to discuss, put all the antique artworks you just bought in his RV, wouldn't this solve the problem?
You can tell Bowie that everyone will return to New York together. If we borrow his RV, he will also be protected. This is the best of both worlds and there is no reason to object! "
"Yeah! Why didn't I expect this guy! He must be with us on the return trip, hoping for someone to provide protection, absolutely impossible to refuse!"
Jason said excitedly, almost cheering.
The problem is solved, you can let go!
Ye Tian chuckled softly, just taking this opportunity to familiarize Bowie with everyone, and it will be more convenient if he needs to cooperate in the future.
As soon as Jason's voice fell, Raymond's voice came over again.
"Steven, we have been sweeping goods and going to and from the parking lot too often. Some stall owners have already noticed something wrong and are starting to be a little skeptical. The next move may not go smoothly!"
"Then let them be suspicious! There is still the last row of stalls left, and it will be wiped out soon. When they wake up, we may have already left here!
You seize the time to scan the goods. If the money is not enough, go back to Cole to get it. I leaved $20,000 with Cole, enough to last until the end of the operation! "
Ye Tian said with a low smile.
It's normal for the stall owners to be suspicious. Jason and the others are doing such a big raid, so much money, how can they not attract the attention of the stall owners?
It is a pity that these concerns and doubts came too late! The raid has come to an end.
Soon, everything will settle down! No one can recover!
"Hahaha, that's right, when they wake up completely, we should indeed leave, it feels like a crazy sweep of antiques is really great! It's so cool!"
Raymond said with a low smile, and the other groups also chuckled.
After the conversation, Ye Tian and Betty walked to the next stall and continued to sweep the courtyard market.
At this time, Ye Tian is already relaxed and happy, enjoying the fun of treasure hunting and the good feeling of getting rich!
...
The sweeping speed is getting faster and faster. The hurricane generally swept the courtyard market, and the place it passed was a mess, and all the treasures were swept away.
The market will be closed in half an hour, and there are only 27 minutes left for the stalls that were not visited. There is enough time, even more than enough!
Ye Tian looked up at the stall in front, showing a very confident smile.
As before, every time he passed through a booth, he would quickly scan his eyes to see if there were any antiques emitting light on the booth, and if there were artworks with multiple layers of halo.
Then go through the overall perspective again to see if there are any hidden treasures.
In this case, no antique works of art can escape his eyes, and he has a clear grasp of the situation of every stall he passes through, and is more thorough than the stall owner!
If there are antique works of art in the booth that appeal to him, he will stop and admire, ask for the price, and collect it at the lowest price.
But this kind of opportunity is rare. After the Portland Vase in 1790, he visited dozens of stalls one after another, and he encountered it once, that is, he found the African woodcarving, and found nothing for most of the rest of the time.
After all, this is just a courtyard market, not a famous museum, there aren't so many top antique artworks!
When he found a leak in the stall to pick up, he would point to the antique to ask about the price, probe the bottom of the stall owner, and then quickly leave, telling Jason that they come to pick up the leak.
Using this method to hunt for treasure is naturally fast and extremely efficient.
Only by adopting this method can we wipe out the entire market within a limited time!
Fortunately, there are only 150 stalls in this market, which is not too large and can be completed in two and a half hours.
If this is Paris Saint-Ouen, the kind of super flea market with 500 large businesses and 2500 stalls, even if he come with eight Ye Tian, 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 him. Every reporter was shocked and almost swallowed their tongues!
These guys are so crazy! They don't plan to let it go!
In a blink of an eye, Ye Tian swept over a dozen stalls.
The time for the market to close is getting closer and fewer stalls are left.
It is a new stall again, still selling antiques.
Some pottery, porcelain, sculptures, and handicrafts were placed on the two tables of the booth, while paintings, prints and other artworks were hung on both sides and behind the stall owner.
There are a lot of goods, and the quality is also good. It should be considered a relatively good stall in this market, and 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 the sunglasses suddenly began to shine and became extremely bright.
Obviously, he found another treasure.
And it is the kind of antique artwork that makes your heart beat faster and your blood swells.
Awesome! Alabama is such a sweet state! He love it here!
Ye Tian cheered secretly and almost danced.
Although his mood was extremely excited, his expression remained the same, smiling and relaxed, no different from before.
He knew in his heart that now is not the time to celebrate, and he must not show any footwork.
When the goal is really won, then he can celebrate it unscrupulously, and he can do it without visiting more than a dozen stalls.
At that time, the two most precious antique works of art here will all belong to him, and he don't need to pick up the others. There is nothing to regret!
After calming down a little bit, adjusting his breathing, Ye Tian took the shot.
"Sir, good afternoon, nice to meet you, can I see these oil paintings?"
He pointed to a few oil paintings hanging on the side of the booth and asked, very polite and blameless!
The stall owner is an old white man in his 50s and 60s. He should be an old man in this industry, and he still needs the necessary respect.
"Good afternoon, Steven, welcome to my booth, please look at it as you please, all the antique art here is for sale!"
The stall owner smiled and nodded and said, his eyes flashed with approval.
This guy is not too gross! Polite, it seems that the rumors are not to be believed!