Chapter 87: Flowers
He called the executor Wang Guofeng to ask for the time of the judicial auction.
I had thought of this before I contacted Sunmazhuang to pick up the things.
But the work efficiency of the court is not high. It was not officially started until two days ago. He had no time to do it during the mock exam, so he naturally had to pay attention to it today since he was on holiday.
Lu Wei's home was completely ransacked. The refrigerator, color TV, gas stove, and even the house itself were all hung up, but these things were not within the scope of the two people's choice.
The main goal is still to focus on things that have special meaning.
And...Zhai Da, who was participating in a judicial auction for the first time, found that everything was quite cheap. For example, the wooden dressing table had a starting price of 35...
Considering that online judicial auctions are extremely unpopular nowadays, although the auction is hosted by the Qianshi Intermediate People's Court, they are not responsible for the shipment and you still have to do it yourself, so there are almost no competitors, and the starting price is most likely the final price.
In Lu Benqing's case, there were more than 200 items for auction, and Zhai Da even saw a set of plates, spoons and cutlery...
"Take your time and read it. Don't be in a hurry..."
Lu Wei stared at the familiar objects on the screen, as if she had returned to the small home that brought her so much sadness but was full of memories.
There was gradually more moisture in the ignorant big eyes.
That old wooden dresser...
Since I was little, my mother taught me how to comb my hair, put on hairpins, and braid my hair in front of that mirror...
The tears finally broke free from their shackles and fell...on the back of Zhai Da's hand.
A little warmer than last time.
Zhai Da patted Lu Wei's thin shoulders to comfort her.
When emotions surge beyond a certain limit, even she will express her thoughts.
Lu Wei always cries quietly, even her expression remains calm, as if she is a doll that will never feel wronged.
But after a long time, he shook his head: "But I... don't have any land to distribute..."
Her room is too small, and an entire wall is taken up by cabinets.
Zhai Da shook his head and said, "This is easier to solve. You can keep the small things yourself. If you want to buy a big one, just buy it first. It's not easy to find a place to put things..."
Wu Yue's family runs a restaurant, so they must have extra space. The woolen mill asked Yu Xiaoli to ask around, and it would be easy to find some space to store things.
At worst, you can rent a place.
As for what to do with these things in the future, we’ll deal with it later. At least it’s better than having them bought by others.
Suddenly, a small dialog box popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
That was a private reminder from the network management system.
"Come and buy a pack of tissues!"
Zhai Da looked up at the bar and was met with Brother Hai's expression of disappointment.
It seemed to be saying: Silly boy! Do you need me to teach you this?!
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at the same time.
At the gate of Changjing Road Police Station, two people were squatting opposite the busy street.
Wu Yue: "Cousin, how am I treating you?"
"Not so good, right?" My cousin, who was in the third year of junior high school, scratched his head. "Didn't he beat me up last year?"
"Bullshit! If you set off firecrackers in your bed, who wouldn't hit you? It doesn't matter.
There is something for you to do.”
“No.”
Wu Yue took out a large bottle of "Nutri-Express" from her bag and gave it to the other party as a kickback.
Cousin: "Tell me, bro, what's the matter?"
Wu Yue pointed to the police station across the street and said, "It's simple. Go in later and help me get some things."
About half an hour later, my cousin came out of the police station, looking confused.
He was too young to understand the whole thing.
"Cousin, why did the police give you money? What do those numbers and letters mean?"
Wu Yue took the handbag, and inside was a whole "little red brick".
The standard amount of 10,000 yuan was the maximum amount for a single payment, just as he had expected.
Hehe... City Hunter, good luck with your grand opening.
He has already inspected two more "red houses" and a suspected gambling den.
There's nothing much to say about the former. He just walks around in various alleys in the middle of the night. The lights are not very easy to identify, and the people inside invite him to play.
The latter was a newly opened business. He discovered that there was a secret door in a game hall, with people occasionally coming in and out. The air was filled with smoke and the sounds of playing cards and mahjong.
With the support of countless TV dramas, Wu Yue feels that things are getting more and more smooth.
He counted out 200 yuan and handed it to his cousin as a hush money and a bribe. Just as he was about to say a few words, a figure walked past them.
Because the two were squatting, each other's shadow blocked the sunlight, and Wu Yue subconsciously looked up.
The man walked in an inexplicable arc, as if subconsciously circling the police station across the street... His head was also turning and staring at the same frequency, completely ignoring Wu Yue under his feet.
Wu Yue thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at the convenience store behind him.
Because it is just opposite the police station, there are several wanted photos posted on the wall here... Wu Yue was bored while waiting for his cousin and looked at them for a while.
He waited until the man walked away, then stood up and went back to the convenience store to check.
Then he put on his sunglasses and said to his cousin, "Take the 200 and go to the internet bar."
"Brother, what about you?"
"Me? I'm going to hunt new prey."
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On the other side, on Tiantai Road, Vikings were fighting.
On the fighting stage, two figures with very different body sizes are sparring.
Yifang was about 1.8 meters tall, thin, with eyebrows shaved off for decoration, a fierce face, and punches as fast as raindrops.
The other man was nearly two meters tall, sturdy and a bit fat, but he was just defending himself. There seemed to be a wound on his chin from shaving, which added a bit of "tough guy vibe" to his fat and honest face.
By the way, after shaving, Fan Junwei looked much more energetic.
No matter how fierce the attacking party's punches were, Fan Junwei would just defend steadily. He had been doing this for more than ten days and gradually found some techniques.
But the opponent was not satisfied: "You don't even have the slightest sense of force. How can you be a sparring partner like this... I don't even know if my punches are powerful enough."
Fan Junwei nodded calmly with his shaved face: "It's okay, it's very minor."
Man with Broken Eyebrow: ...
This person is a semi-professional player who has been training for many years.
not bad.
I recently went back to my hometown for vacation and didn’t want to get rusty, so I came to Viking Fighting to try it out.
There are all kinds of misfits here, even the so-called coaches are very incompetent. They are okay at teaching teenagers, but they are all noobs in terms of strength. However, this is the only boxing ring in Dongyang.
When the man with broken eyebrows heard the fat man in front of him say that his punches were not light, he felt unhappy. You fat guy, aren’t you relying on your fat body?
He had already seen through it. The so-called gold medal sparring partner was just a big amateur who was used as a punching bag.
He grinned and said, "How about this, let's be real. Take off your protective gear and put on your gloves, then try to attack. I'll teach you a few moves, okay?"
Fan Junwei shook his head: "This is against the rules..."
"I'll pay you double the sparring fee."
"Then I'll try."
Fan Junwei changed into a new set of equipment, put on boxing gloves, and lowered his hands, which had been blocking his face like iron plates, to imitate the so-called "boxer's" posture...
The two men touched gloves to start.
Broken Eyebrow sneered and thought to himself, I'll let you know what the Iron Fist is!
Don't be fooled by the opponent's large weight. An amateur and an expert are two completely different things. He has seen many so-called "challengers" of small-time thugs and musclemen who have to kneel down and wave their hands after being hit by a punch.
He likes to beat up these outsiders who weigh much more than him the most. He feels a unique sense of accomplishment.
In order to make the other party suffer, Duanmei threw a jab with his front hand, and the boxing gloves made a sound as he hit Fan Junwei's chin directly.
Fan Junwei really didn't react, and even when he did react he didn't know what to do. He really had never learned it.
With a "bang", he was hit hard by a punch.
Then nothing happened. Fan Junwei didn't dodge, didn't block...but he didn't move either.
Duanmei was stunned, feeling as if he had been hit by a telephone pole.
Then, at the edge of sight, a huge fist swung over.
The muscle memory evolved from years of training allowed Duanmei to immediately raise his hand to block the attack from the side. He was already thinking about where to land the next punch, but a huge force suddenly hit him, squeezing his arm and hitting it in the cochlea.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang in his ears, and the semi-professional player fell to the ground without a sound.
This scene finally attracted the attention of the people around, and a coach quickly ran over:
"Xiao Fan, you're crazy! What are you doing?!"
The broken eyebrows on the ground have their eyes closed...
The scene just now happened to be seen by an old man who was strolling around, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
That punch just now... that power...
Then he looked at Fan Junwei's body shape. His experienced eyes ignored the fat on his body and only looked at his skeleton, arm span...and the thickness of his neck.
The more I look at it, the more I feel there is something to it.
In the boxing ring, Fan Junwei also panicked: "I...he asked me to hit him."
"Bullshit! Who would be so mean!"
"I asked you to be my sparring partner! I didn't ask you to be my knockout punch!"
At this time, an old man came over and said with a smile:
"How old are you, young man? Have you never practiced boxing?"
...
Not every river flows into the sea.
They also have the opportunity to become their own lake.
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