Chapter 87

The time for the judicial auction was obtained by calling the executor Wang Guofeng.

He had thought of this as early as when he contacted going to Sunma Village to get things.

But the court's work efficiency is not high, and it didn't officially start until the last two days. He didn't have time to deal with it during the mock exam, so he naturally had to pay attention to it today on his day off.

Lu Wei's home was completely raided. Refrigerators, color TVs, gas stoves, and even the house itself were hung up, but these things were not within the scope of the two's choice.

The main goal was still on those things with special significance.

And... Zhai Da, who participated in the 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 now extremely niche, although the auction is hosted by the Qian City Intermediate Court, they don't care about shipping, so you still have to pull it yourself, so there are almost no competitors. The starting price is highly likely to be the final price.

In Lu Benqing's bid, there were more than 200 items in the judicial auction. Zhai Da even saw plates and spoon tableware combinations...

"Take your time, don't worry..."

Lu Wei stared at the familiar items on the screen, as if she had returned to that small home that brought a lot of sadness but was full of memories.

In her ignorant big eyes, there was gradually some moisture.

That old wooden dressing table...

Since she was a child, her mother would teach her how to comb her hair in front of that mirror, put on hair clips for her, and braid her hair for her...

The tears finally broke free from the shackles and fell... falling on the back of Zhai Da's hand.

It was a bit warmer than last time.

Zhai Da patted Lu Wei's thin shoulder to show comfort.

When emotions surge beyond a certain limit, even she will overflow with her longing.

Lu Wei's crying is always quiet, and even her expression remains calm, like a doll that won't feel wronged.

But after a long time, she still shook her head: "But I... have no place to put them..."

Her room was too small, and there was a whole wall of combination cabinets occupying the space.

Zhai Da shook his head and said: "This is easier to solve. You keep the small things yourself. If you want to buy the big ones, buy them back first. Isn't it easy to find a place to put things..."

Wu Yue's family runs a restaurant, so there must be extra space. It's easy for Yu Xiaoli to ask the Textile factory to find some space to put things.

At worst, renting a place is fine.

As for what to do with these things in the future, we'll talk about it later. At least it's better than being 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 internet cafe management system.

"Come over and buy a pack of tissues!"

Zhai Da looked up at the bar and was met with Brother Hai's expression of "iron not becoming steel."

It seemed to be saying: Silly boy! Do you need me to teach you this too?!

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Meanwhile.

At the entrance of the Changjing Road Police Station, on the road with cars coming and going, two people were squatting opposite.

Wu Yue: "Cousin, how am I to you?"

"Not very good, right?" The cousin in the third year of junior high scratched his head: "Didn't you beat me last year?"

"Fart! Who wouldn't beat you for putting firecrackers in the bed! This is not important. I have something for you to do."

"Not doing it."

Wu Yue took a large bottle of "Nutri-Express" out of his bag and gave it to the other party as a reward.

Cousin: "Tell me, brother, what is it?"

Wu Yue pointed to the police station opposite: "Simple, you go in in a while and help me get something."

About half an hour later, the 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, which contained a whole "little red brick."

A standard 10,000 yuan, consistent with his previous expectations, was the single-time capped amount.

Hehe... City Hunter, a good start.

He had already inspected two more "red houses" and one suspected gambling den.

There's nothing to say about the former. Just walking in various alleys in the middle of the night, the lights are easy to identify, and the people inside even invited him to play.

The latter is a new business. He found a secret door in a game hall. People occasionally went in and out, it was smoky, and there were sounds of playing cards and mahjong.

With intention against no intention, plus the support of countless TV dramas, Wu Yue felt more and more handy.

Counting out 200 yuan and handing it to his cousin as hush money and a reward, just as he was about to give instructions, a figure walked past them.

Because the two were squatting, the other party's shadow blocked the sunlight, and Wu Yue subconsciously looked up.

That person walked in an arc for no reason, seemingly subconsciously circling the police station across the road... his head was also turning and staring in sync, completely ignoring Wu Yue under his feet.

Wu Yue's brain ran for a moment, suddenly remembered, and turned to look at the small shop behind him.

Because it was opposite the police station, several wanted photos were posted on the wall here... Wu Yue was bored while waiting for his cousin just now and watched for a while.

After waiting for the person to walk away, he got up and returned to the side of the small shop to confirm.

Then, putting on his sunglasses, he said to his cousin: "Take the 200 and go to the internet cafe."

"Brother, what about you?"

"Me? I'm going to pursue new prey."

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On the other side, on Tiantai Road, Viking Fighting.

On the fighting ring, two figures with very different body types were sparring.

One side was about 1.8 meters tall, lean, with eyebrows shaved for decoration, a fierce face, and fists as fast as raindrops.

The other side was nearly 2 meters tall, sturdy and fat, but only defending. The wound on his chin from shaving seemed to add a bit of "tough guy aura" to his fat and honest face.

By the way, after shaving his beard, Fan Junwei looked much more energetic.

No matter how fierce the offensive side's punches were, Fan Junwei just defended steadily. He had been doing this job for ten days, and gradually found some rules.

It's just that the other party was dissatisfied: "You don't have any sense of force at all, how can you spar like this... I don't even know if my punches are heavy."

Fan Junwei, who had shaved his beard, nodded honestly: "It's okay, it's very light."

Broken-brow man:...

This person is a semi-professional athlete who has trained for many years and has a good level.

Recently, he returned to his hometown for the holiday and didn't want to lose his touch, so he came to Viking Fighting to play.

These are all crooked melons and cracked dates, even those so-called coaches are very bad, teaching teenagers to hum and ha is fine, but in terms of strength, they are all rookies, but it is the only boxing ring in Wang Dongyang.

Hearing the fat man in front say his punches were light, the broken-brow man felt unhappy. You fat guy, aren't you just relying on a layer of fat?

He had seen it long ago, what kind of gold medal sparring partner, he just found an outsider big guy to be a sandbag.

He grinned and said: "How about this, let's be more realistic. You take off your protective gear and wear boxing gloves, you can try to attack, and I'll teach you a few moves, how about it?"

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 set of equipment, put on boxing gloves, and the hands that were blocked in front like iron plates were put down, imitating the posture of a so-called "boxer"...

The two touched gloves to show the start.

Broken-brow sneered, thinking to himself, let you know what it means to be a steel fist that doesn't hit twice!

Don't look at the other party's heavy weight, outsiders and insiders are two different things. He has seen many so-called "kicking the gym" little punks and muscle men, who had to kneel and wave their hands after one punch.

He likes to beat these outsiders who weigh far more than him the most, and has a unique sense of accomplishment.

Intending to make the other party suffer, Broken-brow directly threw a front-hand jab, the boxing glove carrying the sound of wind, directly greeting Fan Junwei's chin.

Fan Junwei really didn't react, and even if he did, he didn't know what to do. He really hadn't learned it.

With a "Bang!", he took a solid punch.

And then nothing happened. Fan Junwei didn't dodge, didn't block... but didn't move either.

Broken-brow was stunned, feeling like he had hit a telephone pole.

Then, at the edge of his vision, a huge fist swung over.

The muscle memory evolved from Broken-brow's years of training made him immediately raise his hand to block the side, already thinking about where to hit the next punch, but a huge force struck, and the arm he used to block was squeezed and hit against his cochlea together.

"Bang!"

A loud noise in his ear, the semi-professional athlete fell to the ground in response, and there was no sound.

This scene finally attracted the attention of the people around, and a coach ran over quickly:

"Xiao Fan, are you crazy! What are you doing!"

The broken-brow man on the ground had his eyes closed...

And the scene just now was happened to be seen by an old man who was strolling, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

That punch just now... this power...

Then he looked at Fan Junwei's body type, his experienced eyes ignored the layer of fat, and only looked at the skeleton, arm span... neck thickness.

The more he looked, the more he felt there was something there.

On the boxing ring, Fan Junwei was also panicked: "I... he let me hit him."

"Fart! Who would be so cheap!"

"I TM let you hit the sparring partner! I didn't let you K. O. him!"

At this time, an old man walked over and said with a smile:

"Young man, how old are you? Haven't you practiced boxing?"

Not every river flows to the sea.

They also have the opportunity to become their own lakes.