My own war game

Chapter 348 Adventurer

London docks, April 1949.

Unlike 1944, this place is clearly beginning to regain its vitality after several years of reconstruction. The buildings destroyed in the war have been demolished and rebuilt, the cranes next to the dock have been replaced with larger models, and there are obviously more goods in the shops on both sides of the street. Fashionable women's clothing made of less fabrics fills the street windows.

Everything is changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is probably the drunkards who appear on the benches by the Thames every morning.

At Hams Auction House, a guest walked through the door and the front desk manager Justin Irwin frowned after just a glance.

This time the guests seemed a little too "unique".

The man was wearing a light grey suit and a pair of light red leather shoes. His wide bow tie was very ill-fitting on his chest and was even a little crooked.

If these are just issues of taste, then the situation below is a disaster - the decorative brooch pinned on the man's left chest is clearly a women's one.

The manager quickly took a look at the visitor and immediately confirmed that his clothes were all high-end custom-made goods, but the poor combination brought about a disastrous effect.

"A person who is likely to be worth a lot of money, but has absolutely no taste." This was Mr. Ivan's first assessment.

Although he had doubts in his mind, his good manners made him quickly put on a professional smile and said, "Welcome to Hams Auction House. I have a wide range of business. How can I help you?"

"I want to auction some things here." The man opposite spoke in a loud voice with an awkward accent, which made other guests nearby look at him sideways.

"No problem, but please take out the item for us to appraise. According to the requirements, the value of the item we are auctioning must be higher than..."

wow~
A small bag was casually thrown on the table, and about seven or eight large rough diamonds rolled out of it.

Oh~~ There were low exclamations all around, and the air around the man seemed to be sucked away, and everyone focused their eyes on the diamonds.

The smallest ones are over 10mm!

With years of experience, Ivan quickly determined that based on the size of the diamonds on the table, this transaction was worth at least a million. In their second-rate auction house, although this was not the top business, it was definitely a big customer.

But before that, he had one thing he needed to confirm briefly.

"Excuse me, according to the procedure, I need to confirm, where did you get these diamonds?"

"This is the spoils I got during my adventure in Africa. Of course, this is only a small part of it." The other person said boldly while sitting on the chair.

Oh~~ The exclamation was heard again. It turned out that he was an explorer who went to Africa to risk his life. No wonder his behavior was out of place here, like a country bumpkin.

Alvin was delighted, as this type of people often don't have enough understanding of the value of the goods, which would be very beneficial for the auction house to make a profit.

After initially confirming that the other party was a big customer, the smile on Manager Ivan's face became much more sincere. "Please sit in the VIP room for a while. We have prepared some very good black tea here today."

Entering the VIP room covered with cashmere carpet, a waitress pushed a cart bringing refreshments, and Alvin personally picked up the teapot to pour tea for the guests.

"Oh, by the way, I'm so sorry that I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Andy Iverson, you can just call me Iverson." The man picked up the cup on the table and drank the tea, then picked up a biscuit and swallowed it. Some biscuit crumbs fell from the corner of his mouth and landed on the man's pants, attracting the attention of the waitress next to him.

"Please wait a moment. I'll go get some documents for you to review." Alvin refilled the tea and said goodbye without saying a word.

Looking at the other person's receding back, He Chi, who was wearing rough makeup, smiled secretly. Of course, he knew that the guy was going to find out his background, but he was not afraid at all.

Because this identity was a disguise carefully prepared for him by the Red Mercury Intelligence Team and it can stand up to scrutiny.

There really is a person named Andy Iverson. He holds the title of Jazz, but he has never received any formal education. He was independent and adventurous when he was young.

The knight was keen on adventure and came to Africa four years ago, but was eventually killed by a lion in Tanzania during a wildlife filming.

Since his social relations were simple, his only living relative was a sister who lived far away in Argentina. Even if he was unlucky enough to run into someone he knew before, he could just say that his personality had changed after spending a few years in Africa.

Sure enough, when he returned to the house, Ivan's address included the word "Sir".

"Sir Iverson, you can take a look at our service methods." The manager carefully handed over a list.

"The simplest way is for our appraiser to make an appraisal and then for our bank to purchase the product directly. We will give you a discount based on the market price. Of course, in order to ensure profits, the overall price will be slightly lower than the market price."

"Then there is the auction. Our staff will add the item to an auction based on your schedule. We will charge a 5% service fee based on the final bid price."

Ivan paused and lowered his voice deliberately. "Of course, we have a third way. It's more risky, but there's a chance to get greater profits. Do you want to listen to it?"

As expected, the other party gave the answer he expected, "Of course, risks and profits coexist, especially for adventurers."

"What a wise choice." Ivan rubbed his hands unconsciously and said mysteriously, "There's a big event in London recently. Did you know?"

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Her Royal Highness the Princess is about to have her birthday, and His Majesty wants to create a piece of exclusive jewelry for her, so he has attracted jewelers from all over the world."

"The government will hold a jewelry exhibition in the local area later this month, and the works of major jewelry designers from all over the world will be exhibited there. If it is favored by the royal family, not only will it bring in a lot of money, but the commercial value will be immeasurable."

"Your diamonds are of very high quality. If you allow me to cut them and design them into a piece of jewelry, it will be fully qualified to be displayed at this exhibition."

"Although it is unlikely to be favored by the royal family, it will have the opportunity to be displayed in front of the world's wealthy people, and it is likely to be sold at a high price, even double or triple its original value."

The knight did not show any surprise, but asked curiously, "Why is it impossible for our jewelry to be chosen by the royal family?"

"Um, this..." Ivan smiled awkwardly and seemed to be reorganizing his words.
"Although the quality of your gems is very high, they are still far from the top quality. The gems chosen by the royal family are basically treasures made of famous gems, such as the Cullinan Diamond on your majesty's crown, the Hope Diamond from France, and the Mughal Emerald..."

Manager Ivan suddenly paused in the middle of his words, because in front of him was a perfect diamond as beautiful as a red teardrop lying quietly.

(End of this chapter)