The next morning, I woke up and had another energetic day. Today was Sunday, so I didn't have to go to work. However, this was dispensable to Liu Ping'an. He usually just went there to sign in and punch in. If there was nothing else to do, he could just slip away under the pretext of collecting folk songs.

Today, Liu Ping'an got up early, which was rare for him.

After going out to the street, I found that it was all in vain. On this street, the bustling crowd, who didn't get up earlier than me? It's not easy, they are all working hard for three meals a day.

After going out, Liu Ping'an just wandered aimlessly on the street.

At this moment, the narrow road was also full of cars. There were all kinds of cars. Many of them were captured in the war. However, with the independent production of Santana this year.

In just over half a year, many cars on the streets of Beijing have been replaced by Santana. The suggested retail price of 8 yuan, I don't know who proposed it, just * 2, and then, plus various procedures, finally settled at 20 yuan, before the car owner could buy it.

The current 20 yuan is roughly equivalent to a small goal in the future. However, the number of domestic Santanas in Kyoto, where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are, has also increased visibly.

Of course, most of these are purchased by enterprises. However, the ownership of the car is in the factory, but the right to use it is in the hands of the person holding the steering wheel.

Of course, there are some private buyers, but if they don't tell you, you can't guess it if you are not familiar with it.

However, the quality of the cars nowadays is very good, and there are not so many rules and regulations and electronic eyes that can be equivalent to the annual profit of a listed company.

Liu Pingan was also envious when he saw it, and wanted to buy himself a four-wheeled car. After a careful inventory of his salary over the past twenty years, adding it all together, it seemed to be enough.

It can withstand the investigation of the organization, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. This broken Santana is not worthy of emptying my family's savings to buy one.

If Yan Bugui and others knew that the current price of a Santana is 20 yuan, I wonder what they would feel. After working so hard, the capital in hand has just broken through 20 yuan, and this money is not all his own. It is the entire property of more than half of the people in No. 95 Courtyard.

Looking at the cars coming and going on the street, Liu Ping'an suddenly felt that his current bus route, No. 11, was indeed not so exciting anymore.

Afterwards, Liu Pingan walked towards the Wangfujing Department Store. He planned to buy himself a motorcycle, not for anything else, but just to buy a motorcycle now so that he could take a photo of an A-lister.

This thing will be unimpeded within the Fourth Ring Road in the future. It is said that when the brand can be transferred, it has been hyped up to hundreds of thousands, directly a house in a small county.

Liu Pingan carefully calculated the cash stored in his space, all of which were large black tens, amounting to a total of millions.

Most of this money was not earned through legitimate channels. Most of it was ill-gotten gains collected by using the ability of telekinesis.

Of course, these are just small changes. The gold and silver antiques are the big ones. In fact, Liu Ping'an doesn't know what antiques are. However, he still chooses to trust the taste of these rich people, and anyway, they are all things that can be collected in his own space.

After all these years, no one who lost money dared to call the police and report that his house was robbed.

When Liu Ping'an came out of the department store, he had an extra contract in his hand. If nothing unexpected happened, he could pick up the car the day after tomorrow.

As soon as he walked out of the mall, Liu Pingan regretted it a little. He bought it at the wrong time. In the middle of winter, apart from those ghost-fire boys, who would ride a motorcycle out every day to enjoy the northwest wind?

In the courtyard, today is the wedding of Xu Damao and Qin Jingru's remarriage. Xu Damao invited all the residents of the courtyard to his house for lunch for free. When Xu Damao and Qin Jingru got married, there was no such a big ceremony.

I don't know how Xu Damao managed to catch Qin Jingru again. I have to say that this guy is good at dealing with women.

Looking at these people eating for free in his own home, Xu Damao sneered in his heart. Eat, eat, wait until the afternoon, you will have enough energy to run, just don't eat too much.

The reason why he chose today as the date for his remarriage banquet was to eliminate everyone's suspicion of him. Otherwise, if this group of people were checked by the customs, the First Family would think that he was the one who reported it.

Although Yan Bugui and others had already tampered with the TV without Xu Damao's knowledge, they still did not let down their guard against him. This group of people had been monitoring him all the time. Especially today, even though it was the day when Xu Damao and Qin Jingru remarried.

However, when Yan Bugui and others left, they still left Liu Haizhong in their home to monitor Xu Damao, just to prevent this kid from making trouble and ruining their business.

But what these old guys don’t know is that times have changed.

Who would go there to report it? Wouldn't it be enough to just make a phone call? Just this morning, Xu Damao made another report call to the customs in Sijiu City, once again emphasizing the whereabouts and delivery location of Yan Bugui and others.

I am afraid that the other party will not take my report seriously.

Xu Damao was a little tipsy at the moment, sitting on the table in the backyard eating melon seeds. Looking at the people going out of the courtyard in a mighty procession, a cold light flashed in his eyes, wishing you all good luck.

Yan Bugui and others had already arrived at the place of transaction. Just as they finished counting the number of TV sets and were about to hand over the money and the goods, a clattering sound was heard in the distance. Soon, the road in front and behind the truck carrying the TV sets was blocked.

Everyone thought that there was a traitor and stopped the transaction.

The delivery driver was also a ruthless person. Seeing that the car and the TV could not be saved, his eyes immediately fell on the handbag in Yan Bugui's hand, and he did not bother to count the money inside.

He pounced on his prey like a hungry tiger and tried to snatch the money from Yan Bugui's hand and escape into the nearby mountains and forests.

As long as he got the money, he would have a chance to continue in this line of work. Otherwise, there would be no room for him to survive in this city, whether in the black or white world.

It’s a pity that he met Yan Bugui, a man who valued money more than his life.

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