The second weekend of March came. Wang Bo woke up and continued to run in the morning. Qingyang followed him. Now he has made considerable progress and can run two kilometers in one breath.

After running and taking a shower, Bo’s father and mother had already prepared breakfast. Wang Bo looked at the table with salted duck eggs, spicy carrots, spicy meat sauce and scallion scrambled eggs. The main food was bread, fried eggs and cakes, which were very rich.

Wang Bo is used to drinking juice for breakfast. After his parents came, they changed to drinking rice porridge, millet porridge or seafood porridge, and returned to the embrace of Chinese breakfast.

The little loli has a good appetite and is used to eating anything. She sits on the bench and swings her short legs, sucks a bite of rice porridge and eats fried eggs, and her happy eyes narrow into a slit.

Eva gently patted her little knee, frowned and said, "Be honest with eating, don't move around."

The little loli pointed at the sturdy boy and the queen unhappily and said, "Look at them, they keep shaking their tails."

Eva ate the bread slowly and said, "Yes, so they can't eat on the table. If you're willing to lie on the ground with them, you can move as you like."

The little loli blinked and immediately became honest.

When Bo Daddy was having a meal, he said, "When should I fry some fried dough sticks for Eva and Deer? I saw that they were quite fond of it when they were at home."

Wang Bo said: "Okay, I'm greedy too. When I came to New Zealand, I haven't eaten fried dough sticks and oil cakes once."

Bo Dad nodded and started planning with Bo Mom.

After breakfast, Wang Bo left and he had to attend the garage sales festival.

There are two residential areas in the town, with China Road as the axis symmetrical on the east and west sides, building block houses on the west side, and brick tile timber houses on the east side.

Now both communities are almost full of people, which is different from when they were first built. It is no longer deserted, but has become lively. Every morning, people run or walk their dogs to make fun of their babies.

There is no opening ceremony or a leader’s speech. It’s just that everyone gathers together to trade in the old goods today.

Wang Bo drove to the Oriental Residential Area, then stopped the car on the road, paved a piece of plastic cloth to the intersection, and let the strong man sit on it, which means he had occupied it.

The garage of every household is open, with some daily necessities or furniture placed at the door, and some people have DIY shelves themselves and put goods on it.

Wang Bo carried the commander on his shoulder and watched. The most common things that every household had were old furniture and old appliances, and many things were injected into pots, pans, TVs and sofas.

The shelves are placed on toys, cars, birds, Transformers, all kinds of toys and guns, which are quite complicated.

In addition, there are small ornaments, small pendants, small decorations and other things. The female painter Barbara Anderson also set up a shelf on the side of the road, with oil paintings, decorative paintings, sculptures on it, which are used as promotional business.

The town writer Hill bent down and was busy at the entrance of the garage. He supported four or five bookshelf with various books on it. Wang Bo looked at it and found a set of British encyclopedias!

There are twenty books in total, each of which looks like a pillow, big and thick.

Wang Bo took a book and read it, and asked, "This book is good, why do you want to sell it? You can keep it to decorate the study."

Hill said depressedly: "Forget it, mayor, they are useless. Do you know why I bought this set of books? I really want to decorate the study. I dream that one day I can become a great writer who shocked the world. Then many media came to interview me, and they took pictures of my study and took pictures of these books..."

As he said that, he shook his head, his face full of helplessness: "But this is just a dream and 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 time of accumulation and development. It is like a volcano. It is still a little energy away from erupting. Once it erupts, it will definitely shock the world!"

Hill laughed and said, "Thank you, mayor, but these books need to be processed now because I need living expenses."

He felt a little embarrassed when he talked about it.

Wang Bo took out his wallet and took out a thousand dollars to take it and said with a smile: "Then I buy your set of books. I always want to collect a set of encyclopedias. You know, my castle study is in space."

Hill said: "It doesn't take so much money. The mayor, it only costs a thousand yuan to buy a new book."

Wang Bo shook his hand and said, "But this is a book collected by a great fantasy writer in the future. The price must be fair. Come, Hill, please sign it on it. I bet that one day, this set of books will be worth a lot of money."

Hill smiled embarrassedly, but his mood improved a lot and said, "Thank you for your encouragement, Mr. Mayor, swear to God that I will make this set of books worthless!"

Wang Bo said goodbye with a book in his arms and told him: "Our great Chinese writers have a common view, that is, writing cannot be done behind closed doors, you have to come out and talk to everyone about your creativity. If you have good ideas, you can come to me. Our country's literary system may give you some inspiration."

Hill's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, I will definitely visit you when you are free."

Wang Bo put the book back on the cart, and then saw someone selling garden supplies, including mowers, edge machines, large scissors for repairing branches, flower pots, water pipes, spray heads, etc., very complete items.

He remembered that his parents cleaned up the vegetable garden and said that he wanted to build a small garden outside the castle, so he bought some of the things he needed.

It's very cheap, and it costs less than 200 NZD for the full set, and if he wants to buy a new one, it will be more than 200 NZD for a mower alone.

Moreover, after receiving the money, the stall owner gave him a set of DIY tools, various power tools, screwdrivers, and hammers, which surprised him. The townspeople were so enthusiastic.

Hani then drove to the residential area. Wang Bo waved to him and asked, "Mr. Inspector, are you here to check the tax evasion?"

In theory, New Zealand stipulates that as long as it belongs to trade, taxes must be paid according to regulations. However, garage sales are an exception.

Although cash is used for transactions, this trading behavior is abnormal and not for profit purposes. Therefore, the New Zealand Internal Revenue Agency Ird or the City Council Citycouncil both set this behavior as a tax-free trade model.

Hani curled his lips at him and said, "I'm not an inspector now. Young man, don't run me with my identity, I'm here to buy things."

Someone passed by and said to Hani: "Then don't buy my things, otherwise others will get 20% off, and I will get 18% off for you!"

Hani could only continue to whisper: "Damn it, Hardy, you didn't pay taxes last month. I've stared at you, you can't escape."

The man turned around, smiled and stretched out his middle finger: "I have applied for tax avoidance in small industries. You can't do anything to me. The inspector, you will be defeated this time."
Chapter completed!