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By All-Metal Shell
On the second weekend of March, Wang Bo continued to run in the morning after getting up. Qingyang followed him. Now he has made great progress and can run two kilometers with one breath.
After running the bath, Boao Bo Ma has already prepared breakfast. Wang Bo has a look at the table. There are salted duck eggs, hot and sour carrots, spicy bolognese and shallots with scrambled eggs. The main food is bread, fried eggs and cakes. Very rich.
Wang Bo used to drink juice for breakfast. When his parents came, they changed to drink rice porridge, rice porridge or seafood porridge, and returned to the embrace of Chinese breakfast.
Xiao Loli has a good appetite, and she is used to eating. She sits on the bench and squats on her short legs. She takes a porridge of rice and eats an omelette. Her happy eyes smash into a slit.
Eva patted her little knees gently and frowned: "If you eat honestly, you can't move."
Little Loli is not happy to point to the Ding Ding and the Queen: "You will continue to shake your tail when you look at them."
Eva slowly eats the bread and says, "Yes, so they can't eat on the table. If you are willing to lie on the ground with them, you can move around."
Xiao Loli blinked and suddenly became honest.
When Boao was eating, he said, "When do you blow up the fritters for Eva and your nephew? When I look at home, they are very rare."
Wang Bodao: "Oh, I am also embarrassed. I came to New Zealand and I have never eaten a bite."
Boao nodded, and Bo Ma began to plan.
After breakfast, Wang Bo left, he had to go to the garage sale festival.
There are two residential areas in the town. The Chinese road is symmetrical on both sides of the east and west. The west side is a building block, and the east is a brick and wood house.
Now the two plots are almost full of people, not the same as when they were just built. They are no longer deserted, but become bustling. Every morning, people run or walk dogs.
There is no need for an opening ceremony, nor a leadership speech. Today, everyone is gathering together for a real-time transaction.
Wang Bo drove to the eastern residential area, then stopped the car on the small road, paved a piece of plastic cloth at the intersection, let the strong man sit on it, representing him here.
The garages of all the households are open, and there are some daily necessities or furniture at the door. Some people also DIY the shelves and put the goods on them.
Wang Bo’s shoulders squatted on the shoulders of the army, and the most households were old furniture and old appliances, and there were many things like pots and pans, TV sofas and so on.
Toys, cars, birds, transformers, all kinds of toy firearms, etc. are placed on the shelves, which are quite complicated.
In addition, there are small ornaments, small pendants, small ornaments and other things. The female painter Barbara-Anderson also propped up a shelf on the roadside, with oil paintings, decorative paintings and sculptures on it, as a promotional business. .
The town writer Hill bent over at the garage door. He propped up four or five bookshelves with various books on it. Wang Bo looked at it and found a set of British Encyclopedia!
A set of encyclopedias consists of a total of twenty books, each of which is similar to a pillow, large and thick.Wang Bo took a look and looked at it and asked: "This book is good, why are you selling it? You can keep the study room."
Hill said with frustration: "Forget it, the mayor, they are useless, know why I bought this set of books? I really want to decorate the study, I dream that one day, I can become a big writer who shocked the world, then Many media came to interview me, they took my study and took these books..."
He said, he shook his head and looked helpless: "But it is only a dream, it will not become a reality."
Wang Bo patted his shoulder and said: "Don't say that, Hill, what you wrote is great. I have read your book. You are now in a thick and thin hair, like a volcano. It is a little bit far from the explosion. Once it breaks out, it will definitely shock the world!"
Hill laughed and said, "Thank you, the mayor, but now these books need to be dealt with because I need to live."
He was a little embarrassed when he said that.
Wang Bo took out a wallet and took out a thousand dollars to shoot him. He smiled and said: "Then I bought this set of books, just that I always wanted to collect a large encyclopedia. You know, my castle study is in space."
Hill said: "Without so much money, the mayor, this set of books to buy new ones, only need a thousand."
Wang Bo shakes his hand: "But this is a book that the future fantasy writers have collected. This price is definitely fair. Come, Hill, help me sign it. I bet that in the future, this book will be worth a lot of money."
Hill smiled a little embarrassed, but his mood improved a lot, saying: "Thank you for your encouragement, Mr. Mayor, swear to God, I will make this set of books worthless!"
Wang Bo said in his book and told him: "Our Chinese writers have a common view that writing can't be built behind closed doors. You have to come out and talk to you about your ideas. If you have good ideas, you can find me. The literary system of our country may give you some inspiration."
Hill’s eyes lit up and said, “Yes, when you are free, I must visit you.”
Wang Bo put the book back in the car, and then saw someone selling garden supplies, lawn mowers, edgers, large scissors for repairing branches, flower pots, water pipes, nozzles, etc., very complete.
He remembered that his parents had cleaned up the garden and said that he wanted to build a small garden in the outer court of the castle, so he bought some needed.
It's very cheap, it only costs less than two hundred dollars, and if he wants to buy a new one, it is more than two hundred dollars for a lawnmower.
Moreover, after receiving the money, the stall owner also sent him a set of DIY tools, various power tools, screwdrivers and hammers, which made him flattered and the townspeople were too enthusiastic.
Hani then drove to the residential area. Wang Bo waved at him and asked: "Mr. Examiner, are you looking for tax evasion?"
In theory, New Zealand stipulates that as long as it belongs to trade, it must pay taxes according to regulations. However, the garage sale is an exception.Although trading in cash, this transaction is unusual and not profitable, so New Zealand's domestic tax bureau IRD or the city council CITYCOUNCIL have defined this behavior as a tax-free trade model.
Hani pouted at him and said, "I am not an inspector now, boy, don't run on my identity, I am here to buy things."
Someone passed by and said to Hani: "Don't buy my things, otherwise someone else will make a 20% discount, I have to give you a 20% discount!"
Hani can only continue to grin: "Damn, Hardy, you didn't pay taxes last month, I stared at you, you can't escape."
The man turned back and smiled and stretched out the middle finger: "I have applied for a small industry tax avoidance, you can't help me, the inspector, you have to eat this time."
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