Chapter 1082: The Boat Capsized in the Gutter (1)

The box containing the bidding documents was opened in public, and then, the amount and bidders on it were also written on the blackboard one by one, arranged according to the size of the amount, crossed out the top ten and the bottom ten, and the remaining names were copied out again, and the final result was exactly the same as that screened by Carambola Creek with Zhichen.

Carambola Creek originally wanted to find the benchmark price, and then do it, but now that this announcement is made, her opportunity is gone, and she can't help frowning for a while.

There is no doubt that the man above must have gained some benefit from being able to drill the women's toilet cubicle with Yang Qingxi, and Wang Dahu's quotation is estimated to be the closest to the benchmark price.

No wonder Wang Dahu is so fearless, no wonder the attitude here is so lazy, no wonder they were notified temporarily......

"Grandpa. Lin Jiucheng also thought of this, and he came to Gu Shang's side a little breathlessly.

Gu Shang stared at the numbers on it with a solemn expression.

At this point, he couldn't understand what was going on.

Speaking of which, I blame him for being too careless, underestimating the people in this town, and blaming him for being too arrogant.

Lin Jiucheng saw Gu Shang's expression, and his heart had sunk to the bottom.

He knew what Cheng Cuijuan did to Yang Danxi and them, and he also knew the woman's temperament, and now, the entire Heming Mountain was actually contracted by the woman's current man, so wouldn't the Yang family suffer even more in the future?

Thinking of this, he was so anxious that he couldn't help but ask again, "Grandpa, is there any other way?"

Gu Shang glanced at Lin Jiucheng and warned in a low voice: "Calm down." ”

This grandson still lacks experience, look at Taoxi, a little girl can be so upstanding.

Lin Jiucheng was helpless, so he had to sit down with restraint.

Listening to the conversation between the grandparents and grandchildren, Carambola Xi couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Zhang Weiwen, who ran away before, seems to have a connection with Wang Dahu, and now that Heming Mountain is in their hands, they are afraid that there will be another bloody storm, and more importantly, they can go around to the back door of her house through Heming Mountain at any time.

She was in a hurry to find an idea, and her eyes also turned to Wang Dahu.

Wang Dahu was leisurely smoking a cigar.

There was a thin young man sitting next to him, who was looking in their direction, and when he saw her looking over, he leaned into Wang Dahu's ear and said a few words.

Wang Dahu turned his head, met the gaze of the star fruit stream, sneered and pulled the corners of his lips, and spit out a big smoke ring, the obvious disdain and coldness, without the slightest concealment.

Carambola Creek's heart tightened.

She is very familiar with this kind of look and smile, and the people who once made Wang Dahu treat him like this have become dead people.

Thinking that Wang Dahu might immediately attack her family, she had bad thoughts in her heart.

Does she want to kill Wang Dahu first?

Evil thoughts together, they couldn't suppress it, and in the blink of an eye, there were already several ways to kill Wang Dahu, and in the end, Carambola Xi aimed at the piece of Zhu Yunkou's long-life lock space in his hand.

With her current consciousness, can she get some insects or something to eat Wang Dahu without knowing it?

It's just a pity that all the man-eating bugs last time were burned to death, and the ones on their hands didn't know what to do.

Carambola Creek itched to try.

Just as she was about to put it into action, a palpitation of extreme danger came.

This sense of crisis, which she had never had before, made Carambola Creek instantly retract her consciousness and look up at the door vigilantly.

Outside the door stood a thin black man, dressed in gray cloth, with a long cigarette stick in his hand, staring at the people in the house.

The source of her sense of crisis was that old man!

Carambola Creek was determined at a glance.