Asset sale, public auction.
It turns out that an old man in this household has passed away, and his children are selling off the old man’s belongings and real estate.
A 'sale' is not an auction.
Because of different perceptions, I can’t understand it.
Normally, one would think that no one would buy the relics, but in fact, there were seven or eight cars parked in front of this house, and there were more than ten buyers, which was quite lively.
When I arrived, the grass at the door was filled with items for sale, including two bicycles for 120 yuan, a desk for 30 yuan, a student desk for 25 yuan, an oil painting of the Badaling Great Wall for 35 yuan, and a 1959 antique pendulum clock for 400 yuan.
Others include TVs, printers, desk lamps, globes, many arts and crafts ornaments, speakers, bookcases, books, safes, chairs, garment steamers, candlesticks, garage tools, etc.
Including the house, not a single thing was left behind, everything was washed and wiped clean, and put out for sale, including tableware and kitchen utensils.
Zhang Jing carefully looked at all the sales outlets, hoping to find a small leak, make some money, and pay wages to his employees.
Not finding anything good ahead, Zhang Jing came to the garage.
The garage has doors on both sides and is transparent from the front to the back. On the other side is the backyard. There are also some things for sale here, such as swimming pools and inflatable ones.
There are also swing-style benches and even potted plants for sale.
Stopping in front of a flower bed, the muzzled yellow dog Smart Dou raised his head and barked twice at Zhang Jing.
Looking at the yellow dog, Zhang Jing was thoughtful.
"Your dog is very special. What breed is it?" A middle-aged woman in her forties came over to say hello and asked.
"Pastoral dog." Zhang Jing replied.
The middle-aged woman just said politely, pointed to the flower bed made of potted plants and asked, "Do you like flowers?"
Zhang Jing nodded and praised: "They are well taken care of."
"My father likes plants," the middle-aged woman said, "and he bought a lot of books about it."
"I want to buy Lianhua and the house together. How much will this house cost?" Zhang Jingyu asked in surprise.
The middle-aged woman's eyes lit up. She knew that Asians were generally rich, but she didn't expect people of the generation in front of her to be so decisive and courageous. She introduced: "We plan to sell it for 2.6 million yuan."
'We' refers to the children of the original owner, who sold out everything, sold the house, and then divided the money, that is, the inheritance.
"What's the indoor area? How big is the front and back yard?"
"Excluding two-car garage, interior area is 2,475 square feet, front yard is 1,022 square feet, and rear yard is 1,295 square feet."
1 square meter is approximately equal to 10.76 square feet, which translates to an indoor area of approximately 230 square meters, a front yard of approximately 95 square meters, and a backyard of approximately 120 square meters.
Zhang Jing didn't know the price, "I'll call and ask."
"Please." The middle-aged woman said politely.
Zhang Jing called Barbie on the phone and asked in front of the hostess, describing the address, area, decoration and price of the house.
"BOSS," Barbie introduced, "A comprehensive analysis shows that the house is not expensive, nor is it cheap. It is an ordinary market price. There is nothing missing."
Zhang Jing understood, hung up the phone and discussed with the hostess, "No bargaining for 2.6 million, keep the unsold furniture and appliances."
"make a deal."
The hostess held out her hand without thinking.
This is basically a sale. Those accessories and small things will take a week or two to deal with, so it is better to pack them up and sell them for peace of mind.
In the afternoon, I signed the contract directly, then went through the household tax payment process, leaving the matter to Barbie.
After waiting quietly for a week and getting the key, Zhang Jing came back again with Smarties.
Open the front door, walk through the living room, through the kitchen, go straight to the backyard garden, and remove the pots of flowers and plants.
Below is a three-square-meter cement floor, about five centimeters lower than the ground. Smarties are jumping on the cement floor.
"You'd better not make any mistakes," Zhang Jing reminded Smart Dou fiercely, "or else you'll eat dog meat at night."
Zhang Jing found an iron pry bar from the garage and tried to pry it along the edge. He could pry it up.
Opening up the cement board, there was a pit more than one meter deep. Inside were four white 'paint buckets', weighing fifty pounds.
I don’t know what they are, so I put them all into the mithril space, replaced them with cement covers, and put many flower pots back into their original places.
At this time, the doorbell in the front yard rang. He quickly reset the potted plants. Zhang Jing trotted past the living room and opened the door.
Oh~
Outside the door was a wheat-colored, sweet-looking, blue-eyed blond girl with a thin face and thin legs, holding a box of chocolates in her hand.
"Hello new neighbor, my name is Lindsay Moore, and I live next door to your left."
Zhang Jing looked at the villa on the left. It was a beautiful frame-style two-story single-family villa that belonged to a wealthy family.
"Thank you. I'm planning to go out, so I won't invite you to sit in the room." Zhang Jing took the chocolate from the other party's hand as he spoke.
Lindsay Moore was embarrassed and said: "It's okay,"
After driving the pickup truck all the way back to the winery, Zhang Jing locked himself in the room of the haunted house and took out a white plastic paint bucket to study.
After struggling to pry open the lid of the bucket, there were three layers of plastic bags inside. When I cut the bag open, I found that it was tightly packed with a light brown powdery solid substance, which was definitely not paint.
Obviously, these light brown solid substances in front of him were beyond Zhang Jing's cognition.
When encountering difficulties, Zhang Jing put on his gloves, put some solid objects in his hands, took a photo, and sent it to the experts.
As per the old rules, there is still an appraisal fee of 300 yuan, which will be transferred directly to the red envelope.
It was midnight again, Xu Zehong was just about to go to bed, and he was confused when he received the photo.
He is an expert in history books and ancient cultural relics, and is also involved in meteorites and iron meteorites, but to Zhang Jing, he seems to be omnipotent.
For the sake of money, Xu Zehong put on reading glasses and looked at the photo clearly. He vaguely guessed something but was not sure.
I told my wife a few words, put on my thick coat, left the dormitory, and then went to another dormitory building and knocked on the door of my colleague from the chemistry department.
"Lao Wang, help me see if this is fentanyl."
The chemistry teacher named Lao Wang took the phone and nodded affirmatively without looking at it, "It's fentanyl. It seems that it has been stored for too long and has a serious resurgence."
"Is it still useful?" Xu Zehong asked.
"If the quantity is large, just use professional equipment to dry it. However, it is illegal to trade fentanyl. If your wife is sick, medicine is expensive, so don't mess around. If you need money, I can lend you money for emergencies."
Taking back his phone, Xu Zehong deleted the pictures, "I won't do anything illegal, don't worry."
Zhang Jing soon learned that the paint buckets contained analgesic fentanyl, a category D, and he also knew that they had been stored for a long time.
I was so frightened that I deleted the chat history with Xu Zehong decisively. Worried that the deletion would not be clean, I first soaked the phone in water, then smashed it inch by inch, then soaked it in water again, picked it up and smashed it again.
Until crumbly.
I have to be careful, one pound of prison is worn through the bottom, two hundred pounds... I'm trembling.
After leaving the main house of the haunted house, he found Barbie who was working in the wine shop and said, "Find workers to partially renovate the house in Bellevue, and then put it up for sale."
"OK."
At this time, four-year-old Di Lin, with braids on her hair, walked in hand in hand with three-year-old David with a smile. When she saw Zhang Jing, she called out obediently, "Hello, Uncle Zhang Jing."
"Hello."
Zhang Jing gently stroked the little heads of the two children, which felt very cute.
Seeing people and thinking about things, Zhang Jing thought of his previous promise to Ti Long.
Also considering Dillon's outstanding contribution in defending the racecourse that night and killing everyone in the Six Strong, he looked at Barbie and asked, "What's the school district like for that house in Bellevue?"
"House prices nearby are over 2 million. House prices are expensive, property taxes are high, there are a lot of expenses that can be spent on education and security, there are many famous teachers, and the school district is one of the best in Bellevue."
"Then we won't sell it," Zhang Jing decided. "It will be left for Dilin to go to school."
Barbie's mouth dropped open in surprise, and she was spartan on the spot.
"I'm going on a long trip, and I'll leave the winery and horse farm to you."
Originally there was 6.88 million in the card, but 2.6 million was spent, leaving a balance of 4.28 million. This amount of money cannot buy Manor No. 1049. Bullets must be kept sufficient, and it can't be done without going out.
