I'm building Gundams in America

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Alex was taken aback at first, then said gratefully:

"Okay, thank you, Wayne brother. Sigh... I hope it doesn't come to that."

He naturally understood that, putting everything else aside, given the other person's white appearance and familiarity with the streets, he might actually need the other person's help later.

Moreover, he has already discovered that the other party now possesses a certain amount of power. Putting aside everything else, those two black assistants alone are clearly not to be trifled with.

If he were to be confronted by those colonists later, with Wayne's protection, he believed they wouldn't dare to act rashly.

After all, judging from appearances, Wayne is the colony's living father.

When a white living father takes actions against them, most of the colonists' brains will immediately shut down.

Why would Dad hit me?

It must be the University of Tokyo's fault!

"Now, let's begin with today's opening lot," Charlotte's slightly husky voice continued, "a total of... components from six remains."

As she spoke, she opened the body bags Wayne had brought, revealing the corpses inside.

Upon seeing the somewhat mangled remains inside, everyone present frowned.

Charlotte quickly said:

"All six bodies died within 48 hours, with two of them dying within 24 hours. Although they were somewhat mutilated for some reason, they had all taken nine different enhancement agents and died from OD."

"This bag contains samples of these nine tonics. Three of them are the latest varieties that have appeared on the market in the last two months. They are a fusion of fentanyl and multiple compounds, and are rumored to be from the Sinaloa Group."

The buyers present immediately showed interest.

After all, knowing in detail which enhancers caused which bodily changes is extremely valuable for their research.

Having successfully piqued everyone's interest, Charlotte smiled and said:

"Because we have complete records of the enhancer samples and the time of death was relatively short, we are prepared to sell these bodies as a package. The starting price for the six bodies is... $10000, with increments of $1000 each time."

"Damn, it's worth that much?" David gasped, muttering, "I thought it was an auction for Justin Bieber's virginity."

The buyers seemed unfazed; someone immediately raised their hand and bid $10000, only to be overtaken by someone else with $11000 a second later.

"12000 US dollars."

"13000".

"15000!"

"17000!" This time, the bid came from the buyer at Johns Hopkins University.

Once the price of $17,000 was announced, no one bid again this time.

After all, these corpses were in much worse condition, and many of them contained body parts.

The most valuable information is the drug response.

"17000 once, 17000 twice, 17000 dollars for the last time!" Charlotte zipped up the body bag, nodded and smiled at the buyer, "Very good, thank you Dr. Philip, and thank you to our body collector Mr. Wayne, it is his hard work that brought us such a good set of auction items."

The middle-aged man named Philip from Johns Hopkins University adjusted his glasses, gave a gentle smile, and turned to nod at Wayne, who was sitting in the back.

Seeing the [Leather Tailor] title appear above the other person's head, Wayne nodded in return.

At that moment, Charlotte turned around and grabbed the handle of a morgue cabinet, preparing to pull it open.

Another slender hand landed on the handle.

Charlotte turned around and saw Wayne standing beside her, a warm smile on his face, saying:

"I'll help you."

As he spoke, he opened the morgue cabinet, revealing the body of a young Latin American man inside.

Wayne seemingly casually pushed the other person's arm inward, then stood next to Charlotte.

The system did not respond.

Charlotte gave Wayne a grateful look, then continued the auction.

Then came the next body.

Wayne was exceptionally gentlemanly at this moment, constantly opening one morgue cabinet after another for Charlotte, revealing the items inside, and even adjusting the positions of the corpses.

Originally, several company staff members were in charge of this task, but seeing Wayne, the body collector, being so attentive, they were happy to take it easy.

Mike and David also came up to help.

Although they were reluctant, since the Wayne brothers had come to help, they would do anything, even pick cotton, let alone arrange the corpses.

Unfortunately, most of these bodies were still frozen, and the time of death was mostly more than 24 hours.

By the time the auction ended, Wayne had only acquired one more skill.

You have acquired the skill: Tortilla Making (Beginner)

However, for Wayne, this was a freebie; being able to pick up a skill was already quite good.

By the time the auction ended, even Alex, the morgue collector from the University of Tokyo, had bought a corpse.

"Hey bro, I took a picture of a body as the professor instructed, and now I'm taking it back," Alex said, extending his fist.

Wayne bumped fists with the other man and said:

"Okay, brother, see you later, remember to call me."

"Sigh..." Alex sighed, nodded solemnly, and then left with the corpse he had just bought.

Judging from his expression, he was clearly under a lot of pressure lately.

The auction had now completely ended, and the buyers stood up and chatted casually.

The wine cabinet next to it also came in handy at this time, with some snacks, cookies and other food, as well as some wines on it.

A small cocktail party was held on the spot.

After all, those participating in this auction are all industry professionals, and there will be some connections and resource exchanges among them.

For example, a laboratory may suddenly need a certain type of cadaver but cannot find it on the market.

This is where your industry network comes in handy.

Other institutions may have unused frozen goods in their laboratories, which can then be sourced directly at a higher or even lower price.

Charlotte, holding a wine glass, walked up to Wayne and said with a beaming smile:

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for delivering the valuable goods in time. I am also very satisfied with the final price. According to our contract, you can take more this time than usual. How about $800 per corpse?"

The normal price for collecting corpses is $600 per drug addict's body, and $800 is considered a very good price, not to mention that many of these bodies are in pieces.

This price is already very reasonable.

Wayne also raised a glass, clinked it with Charlotte's, and said casually:

"Thank you, Charlotte."

As they were talking, Dr. Philip, who had been staring at Wayne and taking pictures of the six corpses, approached Wayne, handed him a business card, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Wayne, thank you very much for your gift. This is my business card. I know you have been working on the front lines. My current research project involves the invasion of skin cells by tattoo ink. If you have any leads on remains with unusual tattoos, please contact me."

Seeing the title "Leather Tailor" flashing above the other person's head, Wayne politely accepted the business card and smiled as he put it away.

Immediately afterwards, all the buyers present came up to Wayne and handed him their business cards.

For them, receiving goods from intermediaries like St. Mary's Biotechnology Company is important, but information on certain special corpses still needs to come from frontline corpse collectors.

This is especially true for people with particular fetishes.

Wayne accepted business cards from powerful figures with titles such as "Spirit Bone Craftsman," "Painful Boy," "Ghoul," and "Vampire," thus expanding his social circle.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and saying goodbye to Charlotte, Wayne left the party with Mike and David.

After receiving $4800 in cash from Charlotte's assistant and taking several new body bags, the three returned to their car and drove back.

[You safely left the monster feast, chatting and laughing with the monsters and even forming initial friendships. Excellent performance. Experience +10, Spirit +0.1.]

Upon seeing the words appear before him, Wayne raised an eyebrow.

I didn't expect the system to give such a high rating to such a simple auction.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. For the dungeon system, Wayne's involvement was not as simple as just participating in an auction.

Instead, he attended a banquet of high-ranking demons as a human and escaped unscathed.

No injury.

He even gained the friendship of ghosts and monsters.

This is practically impossible for a human being.

"Bro, those damn slave owners, they paid $17000 and only gave us $4800! It reminds me of the oppression those plantation owners used to inflict on their slaves," David said indignantly.

Mike comforted him:

"Like the Wayne brothers said, we're just body movers, 4800 is pretty good... Speaking of which, once we've saved enough money, maybe we can open our own mortuary..."

There are no middlemen taking a cut.

David's eyes lit up, and he quickly said:

"Great! Display those corpses like they're in a supermarket freezer, so people can freely push their carts in and buy them. They can even have special sales after 8 PM every night! Wow, I think I've found a business opportunity!"

"Is this the American Dream?! I've found it!"