After Teng Kang decided to use this place as a warehouse, he began to look for people to clean up the courtyard.
With Wang Chulong's construction team, cleaning up a few houses is a piece of cake.
Wang Chulong immediately sent a team of dozens of people over.
After all, they had strength in numbers. In just two days, the collapsed wall was rebuilt, and the top of the wall was raised and barbed wire was installed.
The collapsed house was also cleaned up and iron-barred anti-theft doors and windows were installed.
Two days later, the place was in decent shape, and even the deserted section of road leading to the highway had been repaired.
Ye Qianwen sent a few men to take turns guarding the warehouse.
Of course, Teng Kang paid these people wages, 200 yuan a month.
After the warehouse is cleaned up, we wait for the goods to arrive.
Zhang Shiqian has also been cleaning up the mess in Shenzhen's motorcycle business these days. Once all these things are done, the motorcycles will be transferred to Tengkang's warehouse.
At this time, Shenzhen’s second land auction was officially launched.
December 20, 1988.
Time: 2 p.m.
Location: The same auction venue as last year, still the Shenzhen Hall.
This year's land auction is almost similar to last year's in many ways, with the only difference being the auction time and the amount of land.
Last year's auction started at 4 p.m. and lasted for seventeen minutes.
This year it starts at 2 p.m., two hours earlier than last year.
This is because there are a few more pieces of land this year than last year.
Wan Feng was quite dissatisfied with the auction being held in the afternoon, as they chose to hold it in the afternoon instead of wasting the good time in the morning.
Fortunately, it is winter. If it were summer, it would be so hot in the hall that it would be scorching hot.
At around 1:30 p.m., Wan Feng and his group of six took two taxis to the Shenzhen Hall.
Before entering the venue, the candidates for entry were determined first.
Because only two people are allowed to accompany each other to the auction seats, the rest of the people can only enter the audience seats.
The three people entering the venue are Yang Jianguo, Wan Feng and Ye Qianwen, while Han Guangjia, Yu Jiadong and Wang Chulong will be in the audience.
Yang Jianguo is the nominal boss, so of course he has to be the one, and Wan Feng makes the decision on the spot.
Ye Qianwen is a local, and it would be unreasonable not to bring him along.
Yang Jianguo wore a suit with a woolen sweater underneath, a shirt and a tie, which was the standard attire of a Shenzhen boss at that time.
Nowadays, bosses and people of status in Shenzhen all dress like this, while people without status wear those messy clothes.
For example, Wan Feng was wearing a cotton sportswear. When he walked into the auction venue and compared with the people around him, he was just a camel among a flock of sheep. He was really a standout.
You can tell at first glance that he is a follower.
The conference room in Shenzhen Hall is very large and can easily accommodate four to five hundred people.
It is divided into three areas.
Last year, because there were no zoning areas, the auctioneers and spectators were mixed together and it was very chaotic.
This year's auction learned from last year's lessons and divided the entire hall into three areas.
The middle is the auction area, and the left and right are the audience, reporter and media interview areas.
Wan Feng and his two companions took their registration number plates and received a square sign with the number 33 written on it before entering the auction venue.
The brand and the table tennis racket are similar in size and appearance, the difference is that it is square while the table tennis racket is round.
When Yang Jianguo entered the auction house, he looked like a gentleman, with bright eyes and a straight gaze, and he really looked like a big boss.
Yu Jiadong followed behind him in a proper manner, and at first glance he looked like an assistant or secretary.
Only the last Wan Feng was looking around, like Xiao Liu's grandmother who had just stepped into the Grand View Garden. He looked neither like a bodyguard nor an assistant, and it was hard to tell what he did.
It was because he was looking around that he immediately saw a group of local contractors including Shali Zhongxiang in the right audience seats.
Sali, who was bragging to everyone around him, also saw Wan Feng and the other two come in, but he thought they were just spectators and didn't pay much attention.
This little monkey has threatened several times to come in and watch the fun, so it seems there is nothing wrong with him coming in now.
But when Wan Feng and his friends sat in the middle auction area of the sixth row, Shali lost his composure.
Something was wrong. This guy actually sat in the auction area.
He, a mere spectator, actually dared to sit in the auction area. This is intolerable.
Shali stood up and reported to the armed police responsible for maintaining public order in the venue: "Comrade armed police, I saw someone who is not qualified to bid sitting in the bidding area."
There are six bidders arranged in a row in the auction area, plus two bodyguards on the left and right, so eighteen people can sit in a row.
Wan Feng and his group's number is 33, and they are in the sixth row.
After finding a seat, Yang Jianguo sat in seat 33, with Ye Qianwen and Wan Feng on his left and right. But as soon as they sat down, they heard Sali's complaint.
"Is this idiot talking about us?" Ye Qianwen muttered.
"If he doesn't tell us who to tell us?" Wan Feng interjected. Turning around, he saw Shali personally leading two armed police officers to their row. Pointing at Wan Feng and the other two, he said, "It's these three."
An armed police soldier walked up to Wan Feng and saluted: "Please show your admission credentials."
Wan Feng glanced at the smug Shali, then pulled out a number plate with the number 33 written on it from under his armpit. He waved it at Shali for a moment before saying to the soldier, "Comrade of the Armed Police, this number plate belongs to my boss. This comrade and I are assistants. Does this serve as proof?"
The number plate is handed to the person holding the qualification certificate for admission to the auction just before entering the auction hall, so it is of course qualified as proof.
"sure!"
Wan Feng waved the license plate at Sali again, then turned his head and ignored it.
The armed police soldier saluted again, then turned and walked out, looking at Shali expressionlessly.
Sari was still stunned.
How come this guy has a license plate?
Isn't his boss worth only a few hundred thousand? How can he prove it? Is he sponsored by someone?
This must be the case, otherwise it would be impossible to get a license plate with a net worth of hundreds of thousands.
Who will sponsor them?
Sali took it for granted that Wan Feng and his team had obtained sponsorship.
I still feel contempt for it in my heart. What’s the use of getting sponsorship? I’ll still be sitting there watching like me, just in a different position.
The little incident that just happened also alarmed the people sitting in the first row. Lin Juchuang did not look back, but Xia Yingying and Ayi looked back and happened to see Wan Feng holding up the license plate to show the armed police soldiers.
When Wan Feng took back the license plate and turned around, he naturally saw Xia Yingying's puzzled look.
Wan Feng raised his right hand with a smile and gave a thumbs up. Under Xia Yingying's gaze, his thumb slowly turned and finally pointed down.
Xia Yingying's brows furrowed, and a cold light flashed in Ayi's eyes.
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