Cars parked for three years in the neighbouring neighborhood were sold as scrap
Mr. Wang (not his real name) of Zhejiang Province was dismantled in 2015 when he bought the car for 300,000 yuan and drove tens of thousands of kilometers. Because the fuel consumption of the car is too high, Mr. Wang wants to change hands, but he has not been able to sell his ideal price, so he can only shelve it.
Since 2016, Mr. Wang has parked his car in the neighborhood of his own community. Originally, Mr. Wang parked his car next to the garage downstairs of the residents of the community, because it hindered the residents’entry and exit and caused the residents’ dissatisfaction, he moved the car to the corner.
Two months ago, Mr. Wang saw a notice posted on the window of the car, which was posted on the property of the neighboring community. The notice asked Mr. Wang to remove the car by the end of December. Because it was too early, he did not move. During this period, the community is carrying out sewage pipeline construction, Mr. Wang worried about the impact of construction, but also specifically asked the excavator driver responsible for the construction. “The driver told me it’s okay to stop. It won’t affect the excavation. I also told him that I live nearby and can call me if necessary. I’ll move away.”
Mr. Wang said that recently the security guards in the neighbouring district notified him that he needed to move the car because of the obstruction of construction. He moved the car from the right side of the road to the left. On the morning of the 7th, however, he went out and found his car missing. After inquiry, Mr. Wang knew that his car was actually sold to the waste station by the property.
“The property knows it’s my car. If it doesn’t stop, it can tell me to move it. But I don’t. What right do they have to sell my car as scrap?” Mr. Wang was very angry and chose to call the police.
Property: Acknowledging excessive practices and willingness to bear consequences
On the afternoon of December 11, the reporter came to Mr. Wang’s parking office. Relevant property officers told reporters that Mr. Wang’s car has been parked there since 2016 and has been parked for nearly three years. “We can’t help it either. We’ve called 114 times and asked numerous questions. We can’t find the owner.” The person in charge said that in 2016, the property had posted a notice of moving cars, indicating that “scrapped cars will be treated as ownerless vehicles on their own”, but no one has come to move cars.shlf2019
The person in charge said that the place where the car stopped was not only a fire channel, but also the only way for four residents to enter and leave the garage. At first he couldn’t contact the owner and had to pry the car into the corner. The car has been parked there ever since. Recently, when pipelines were repaired in the residential area, the construction was hindered by cars, and they moved once more. “We got all the moving cars. The owner never showed up.” The person in charge said.
Subsequently, the reporter accompanied the person in charge to Mr. Wang’s original parking place. This is a road about 20 meters long and 4 meters wide. There are four garages on the right side of the road. There are four big words “No Parking” on the doorway of each garage. “There were two cars parked in the corridor and there was a tight blockage. After we pulled down one, he took the other one away. I knew then that both cars were his.” The person in charge said.
“I admit that we were a little too aggressive at the time.” The property manager said, “We can’t help it, because we think the car has been scrapped and nobody wants it. Now that the owner has already called the police, we are willing to accept the results of the police.
Lawyer: All property owners and owners are illegal.
For the practice of property, some owners clap their hands and say, “We have no place to park ourselves. People in other districts also come to occupy our parking space. They can’t catch up with it, so they have to use this method to deal with it.” Owner Ms. Zhang said.
“This car has been parked in the fire passage for three years. Fortunately, nothing happened. What if the fire engine doesn’t come in? Mr. Zhu, the owner of the property, objected to the practice of the property. “The property should tow the car from the beginning, not just take it down and sell it now.”
So, does the property have the right to deal with Mr. Wang’s car? The reporter consulted Lu Jun, a lawyer of Zhejiang Yitner Law Firm.shlf1314
Lu Jun said that the property does not have the right to handle Mr. Wang’s car privately, and the notice of “self-handling in violation of the schedule” of the property is invalid. This kind of behavior of property has constituted an illegal act, but it can not constitute a criminal offence.
In addition, Lu Jun said that Mr. Wang parked his car in the fire-fighting corridor, which not only occupied public resources,
but also was an illegal act. Property
has the right to move the car,
but has no right to sell it privately.
What do you think of this?
This time I went to Hengdian to shoot a movie and cheat my wife to take you with me. It’s so happy that I’ve been with you for more than 20 days and 24 hours.
In order to take you there conveniently, I can only tell you that you are my assistant. Instead of filming, I’ll take you to Wenzhou and Yiwu to play. I’ve kept you for so many years. You’ve always called me husband. As long as you are happy,
I’m willing to do anything. All the friends around you know that you exist. This time, I take you to the theatre, that is to say, I want others to know that you are my woman. In order to accommodate you, I did not fly directly to Hong Kong, but accompanied you to fly to Shenzhen. Then I return to Hong Kong, I can not leave you. For you, I can not leave my family wife and children, although I am more than 30 years older than you, but as long as you do not leave. I’d like to spend as much money on you as I can every month, because I miss you and I have to talk to you on video every day before I go home.
The picture is a picture of a video of a suspected derailed woman posted on Xiaolong Liang’s Weibo.
At present, Liang Xiaolong’s micro-blog has deleted this micro-blog, the latest one is the Mid-Autumn Festival blessings released on September 23.
Although it was written by Liang Xiaolong’s micro-blog, some netizens questioned that Liang Xiaolong’s last micro-blog was sufficient to prove that he used traditional characters, but this micro-blog admitted to derailment was all simplified characters, suspected of being framed by stolen numbers, but some netizens thought that Xiaosan was released for the sake of his superior.
As for Bruce Leung, we are familiar with him. Since the 1970s, Bruce Leung and Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan and Dillon have been called the “Four Little Dragons” in Hong Kong’s performing arts circle,
which proves his accomplishments in action movies. In addition, Bruce Leung has also played “Huo Yuanjia” and “Chen Zhen” in the north and south of the
Yangtze River, and the most familiar roles of mainland audiences must be those of mainland audiences. The biggest villain in Zhou Xingchi’s film Kungfu is the evil spirit of fire cloud.
But what many people don’t know is that in the mid-1980s, Liang Xiaolong was invited to the Mainland for cultural exchanges after he finished filming The Four Great Names. In an interview with Taiwanese media at that time, Liang
Xiaolong also said, “This is the first time in my life that I have set foot in my motherland. The audience is warm and friendly to me like a relative, which makes me deeply moved. As a Chinese, I am silent. I wish the motherland the best of luck in its economic development.
As a Zhongshan native in Guangdong, Liang Xiaolong’s remarks have no problem. But it is surprising that Taiwan’s “free trade union” immediately found him, asked him to write a confession letter, and wanted him to publicly express statements that
are not conducive to the reunification of the motherland. Bloody Fang Gang’s Liang Xiaolong refused this unreasonable request, but since then his films can no longer enter Taiwan, and film and television personnel in Taiwan no longer dare to find him to shoot films, Liang Xiaolong had to take a rest and do some business in food, automobile parts and so on. Until Taiwan’s opening ban in 1991, Liang Xiaolong starred in the local “Wulang Bagua stick”. 。
Liang Xiaolong’s emotional life is also quite rich. In 1975, Liang Xiaolong married Li Ailian and had a daughter. But after divorce, her daughter’s custody was awarded to her ex-wife. With her busy work, Liang Xiaolong did not have any contact with her older daughter and ex-wife. In 1994, Liang Xiaolong knew a 20-year-old woman, Song Qian, who married the next year, and Song Qian was born to Liang Xiaolong after marriage. Next son and daughter, and under the influence of Xiaolong Liang, practicing martial arts from an early age.
Of course, from what we know now, it is not enough to fully prove that the rumor of
Liang Xiaolong’s derailment is true. Specifically,
we should wait for my real response,
whether he was derailed or framed,
and we will eat melon slowly.
Leagues away, in a one-room hut of mud and straw with a thatched roof and a smoke hole and a floor of hard-packed earth, Varamyr shivered and coughed
and licked his lips. His eyes were red, his lips cracked, his throat dry and parched, but the taste of blood and fat filled his
mouth, even as his swollen belly cried for nourishment. A child’s flesh, he thought, remembering Bump. Human meat. Had
he sunk so low as to hunger after human meat? He could almost hear Haggon
growling at him. “Men may eat the flesh of beasts and beasts the flesh of men, but the man who eats the flesh of man is an abomination.”
Abomination. That had always been Haggon’s favorite word. Abomination, abomination, abomination. To eat of
human meat was abomination, to mate as wolf with wolf was abomination, and to seize the body of another man was the
worst abomination of all. Haggon was weak, afraid of his own power. He died weeping and alone when I ripped his second life from him. Varamyr had
devoured his heart himself. He taught me much and more, and the last thing I learned from him was the taste of human flesh.
For example, there was the Piscine Deligny, the city’s oldestpool, dating back to 1796, an open-air barge moored to
theQuai d’Orsay and the venue for the swimming events of the1900 Olympics. But none of the times were recognized by theInternational Swimming Federation
because the pool was sixmetres too long. The water in the pool came straight from theSeine, unfiltered and unheated. “It
was cold and dirty,” saidMamaji. “The water, having crossed all of Paris, came in foulenough. Then people at the pool made it utterly disgusting.”
Inconspiratorial whispers, with shocking details to back up hisclaim, he assured us that the French had very low standardsof personal hygiene. “Deligny was bad
enough. Bain Royal,another latrine on the Seine, was worse. At least at
Delignythey scooped out the dead fish.” Nevertheless, an Olympic poolis an Olympic pool, touched by immortal glory. Though it
Mamaji spoke of
a fond smile.
“I say, Berta, thought you were going to do some work for that Mr. Howe of the Federal Service. Did it fall through?”
“Haven’t heard much more about it, Harv,” Roberta answered her brother, as she poured maple syrup over a serving of piping hot pancakes. Her mother
came in at that moment with a replenished bowl of oatmeal, and she paused with an anxious glance at her young daughter.
“Hope you do not hear anything more about it, dear. I feel that your activities in helping clear up the mystery at Lurtiss Field placed you in any number of
very dangerous situations. Being a pilot is hazardous enough10 without adding to the difficulties by running down air-gangsters of any kind,” she said soberly.
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
Academic study and the steady, mindful practice of religionslowly brought
me back to life. I have kept up what somepeople would consider my strange religious practices. After oneyear of high school, I attended the University of
Toronto andtook a double-major Bachelor’s degree. My majors werereligious studies and zoology. My fourth-year thesis for religiousstudies concerned
certain aspects of the cosmogony theory ofIsaac Luria, the great sixteenth-century Kabbalist from Safed.
My zoology thesis was a functional analysis of the thyroid glandof the three-toed sloth. I chose the sloth because itsdemeanour – calm, quiet and
introspective – did something tosoothe my shattered self.
“Perhaps Mr. Howe has discovered that he does not require your services. In work of that nature very often, when men on the job think they have struck a
hard snag, something comes up suddenly which clears the matter so they do not require outside assistance,” remarked Mr. Langwell, then smiled at his
wife. “As a maker of pancakes, my dear, you draw
first prize. The only
drawback to such a
breakfast is a man’s
I was at the Indian Coffee House, on Nehru Street. It’sone big room with green walls and a high ceiling. Fanswhirl above you to keep the warm, humid air
moving. Theplace is furnished to capacity with identical square tables,each with its complement of four chairs. You sit where youcan, with whoever is at
a table. The coffee is good andthey serve French toast. Conversation is easy to come by.
And so, a spry, bright-eyed elderly man with great shocksof pure white hair was talking to me. I confirmed to himthat Canada was cold and that French
was indeed spokenin parts of it and that I liked India and so on and soforth – the usual light talk between friendly, curious Indiansand foreign backpackers.
He took in my line of work witha widening of the eyes and a nodding of the head. It wastime to go. I had my hand up, trying to catch my waiterseye to get the bill.
Then the elderly man said, “I have a story that willmake you believe in God.”I stopped waving my hand. But I was suspicious. Wasthis a Jehovah’s Witness
knocking at my door? “Does yourstory take place two thousand years ago in a remote cornerof the Roman Empire?” I asked.
“No.”Was he some sort of Muslim evangelist? “Does it takeplace in seventh-century Arabia?””No, no. It starts right here in Pondicherry just a fewyears
back, and it ends, I am delighted to tell you, in thevery country you come from.””And it will make me believe in
Jobs’s objections to the cloning program were not just economic, however. He had an inbred aversion to it. One of his core principles was that hardware
and software should be tightly integrated. He loved to control all aspects of his life, and the only way to do that with computers was to
for the user
from end to end.
In A Plum Garden, Cao Cao Discusses Heroes;
Using The Host’s Forces, Guan Yu Takes Xuzhou.
“Who is it？” was the question on the lips of the conspirators.
Ma Teng’s reply was, “the Imperial Protector of Yuzhou, Liu Bei. He is here and we will ask him to help.”
“Though he is an uncle of the Emperor, he is at present a partisan of our enemy, and he will not join,” said Dong Cheng.
“But I saw something at the hunt,” said Ma Teng. “When Cao Cao advanced to acknowledge the congratulations due to the Emperor, Liu Bei’s sworn brother Guan Yu was behind him, and grasped his sword as if to cut down Cao Cao. However, Liu Bei signed to him to hold his hand and Guan Yu did. Liu Bei would willingly destroy Cao Cao, only he thinks Cao Cao’s teeth and claws are too many. You must ask Liu Bei, and he will surely consent.”
Here Wu Shi urged caution, saying, “Do not go too fast. Let us consider the thing most carefully.”
they dispersed. Next day after dark Dong Cheng went to Liu Bei’s lodging taking with him the decree. As soon as Dong Cheng was announced, Liu Bei came to GREet him and led him into a private room where they could talk freely. The two younger brothers were there as well.
“It must be something unusually important that has brought Uncle Dong Cheng here tonight,” said Liu Bei.
“If I had ridden forth by daylight, Cao Cao might have suspected something, so I came by night.”
Wine was brought in, and while they were drinking, Dong Cheng said, “Why did you check your brother the other day at the hunt, when he was going to attack Cao Cao？”
Liu Bei was startled and said, “How did you know？”
“Nobody noticed but I saw.”
Liu Bei could not prevaricate and said, “It was the presumption of the man that made my brother so angry. Guan Yu could not help it.”
the visitor covered his face and wept.
“Ah,” said he, “if all the court ministers were like Guan Yu, there would be no sighs for lack of tranquillity.”
Now Liu Bei felt that possibly Cao Cao had sent his visitor to try him, so he cautiously replied, “Where are the sighs for lack of tranquillity while Cao Cao is at the head of affairs？”
Dong Cheng changed color and rose from his seat.
“You, Sir, are a relative of His Majesty,
and so I showed you my inmost feelings. Why did you mislead me？”
But Liu Bei said, “Because I feared you might be misleading me,
and I wanted to find out.”
The Pirates Abandon ShipUpon his return from Europe in August 1985, while he was casting about for what to do next, Jobs called the Stanford biochemist Paul Berg to discuss the advances that were being made in gene splicing and recombinant DNA. Berg
described how difficult it was to do experiments in a biology lab, where it could take weeks to nurture an experiment and get a result. “Why don’t you simulate them on a computer?” Jobs asked. Berg replied that computers with such capacities were too expensive for university labs. “Suddenly, he was
excited about the possibilities,” Berg recalled. “He had it in his mind to start a new company. He was young and rich, and had to find something to do with the rest of his life.”
Jobs had already been canvassing academics to ask what their workstation needs were. It was something he had been interested in since 1983, when he had visited the computer science department at Brown to show off the
Macintosh, only to be told that it would take a far more powerful machine to do anything useful in a university lab. The dream of academic researchers was to have a workstation that was both powerful and personal. As head of the
Macintosh division, Jobs had launched a project to build such a machine, which was dubbed the Big Mac. It would have a UNIX operating system but with the friendly Macintosh interface. But after Jobs was ousted from the
Macintosh division, his replacement, Jean-Louis Gassée, canceled the Big Mac.
When that happened, Jobs got a distressed call from Rich Page, who had been engineering the Big Mac’s chip set. It was the latest in a series of
conversations that Jobs was having with disgruntled Apple employees urging him to start a new company and rescue them. Plans to do so began to jell over Labor Day weekend, when Jobs spoke to Bud Tribble, the original Macintosh
software chief, and floated the idea of starting a company to build a powerful but personal workstation. He also enlisted two other Macintosh division employees who had been talking about leaving,
That left one key vacancy on the team: a person who could market the new product to universities. The obvious candidate was Dan’l Lewin, who at Apple had organized a consortium of universities to buy Macintosh computers in bulk. Besides missing two letters in his first name, Lewin had the chiseled
good looks of Clark Kent and a Princetonian’s polish. He and Jobs shared a bond: Lewin had written a Princeton thesis on Bob Dylan and charismatic leadership, and Jobs knew something about both of those topics.
and the controller
More than three thousand people showed up at the event, lining up two hours before curtain time. They were not disappointed, at least by the show. Jobs was onstage for three hours, and he again proved to be, in the words of
Andrew Pollack of the New York Times, “the Andrew Lloyd Webber of product introductions, a master of stage flair and special effects.” Wes Smith of the Chicago Tribune said the launch was “to product demonstrations what Vatican II was to church meetings.”
Jobs had the audience cheering from his opening line: “It’s great to be back.” He began by recounting the history of personal computer architecture, and he promised that they would now witness an event “that occurs only once or
twice in a decade—a time when a new architecture is rolled out that is going to change the face of computing.” The NeXT software and hardware were
designed, he said, after three years of consulting with universities across the country. “What we realized was that higher ed wants a personal mainframe.”
As usual there were superlatives. The product was “incredible,” he said, “the best thing we could have imagined.” He praised the beauty of even the parts unseen. Balancing on his fingertips the foot-square circuit board that would
be nestled in the foot-cube box, he enthused, “I hope you get a chance to look at this a little later. It’s the most beautiful printed circuit board I’ve ever seen in my life.” He then showed how the computer could play speeches—he
featured King’s “I Have a Dream” and Kennedy’s “Ask Not”—and send email with audio attachments. He leaned into the microphone on the computer to record one of his own. “Hi, this is Steve, sending a message on a pretty historic day.” Then he asked those in the
audience to add
“a round of applause”
to the message,
and they did.
To Jobs’s delight, Akers replied, “How would you like to help us?” Within a few weeks Jobs showed up at IBM’s Armonk, New York, headquarters with his software engineer Bud Tribble. They put on a demo of NeXT, which impressed
the IBM engineers. Of particular significance was NeXTSTEP, the machine’s object-oriented operating system. “NeXTSTEP took care of a lot of trivial
That was too much for Jobs, at least for the time being. He cut off the clone discussions. And he began to cool toward IBM. The chill became reciprocal. When
the person who made the deal at IBM moved on, Jobs went to Armonk to meet his replacement, Jim Cannavino. They cleared the room and talked
one-on-one. Jobs demanded more money to keep the relationship going and to license newer versions of NeXTSTEP to IBM. Cannavino made no commitments,
and he subsequently stopped returning Jobs’s phone calls. The deal lapsed. NeXT got a bit of money for a licensing fee, but it never got the chance to change the world.
programming chores that slow down the software development process,” said Andrew Heller, the general manager of
IBM’s workstation unit, who was so impressed by Jobs that he named his newborn son Steve.
The negotiations lasted into 1988, with Jobs becoming prickly over tiny details. He would stalk out of meetings over
disagreements about colors or design, only to be calmed down by Tribble or Lewin. He didn’t seem to know
which frightened him more, IBM or Microsoft. In April Perot decided to play host for a mediating session at his Dallas
headquarters, and a deal was struck: IBM would license the current version of the NeXTSTEP software, and if the
managers liked it, they would use it on some of their workstations. IBM sent to Palo Alto a 125-page contract. Jobs tossed it down without reading it. “You
don’t get it,” he said as he walked out of the room. He demanded a simpler contract of only a few pages, which he got within a week.
Jobs wanted to keep the arrangement secret from Bill Gates until the big unveiling of the NeXT computer, scheduled for October. But IBM insisted on
being forthcoming. Gates was furious. He realized this could wean IBM off its dependence on Microsoft operating systems. “NeXTSTEP isn’t compatible with anything,” he raged to IBM executives.
At first Jobs seemed to have pulled off Gates’s worst nightmare. Other computer makers that were beholden to Microsoft’s
operating systems, most notably Compaq and Dell, came to ask Jobs for the right to clone NeXT and license NeXTSTEP. There were even
offers to pay a lot more
if NeXT would get
out of the hardware
the last chapter said that Cao Cao was checked in his angry attack upon Zhang Liao. They were Liu Bei who held his arm and Guan Yu who knelt before him.
“A man as generous-hearted as he is should be saved,” said Liu Bei.
Guan Yu said, “I know him well as loyal and righteous. I will vouch for him with my own life！”
Cao Cao threw aside his sword and smiled.
“I also know Zhang Liao to be loyal and good. I was just testing him,” said he.
Cao Cao loosed the prisoner’s bonds with his own hands, had a change of dress brought in, and clothed him therewith. Then he was led to a seat of honor. This kindly treatment sank deep into Zhang Liao’s heart, and he hastened to declare formally that he yielded. And then he was given the rank of Imperial Commander and the title of Lordship.
Zhang Liao was sent on a mission to win over the bandit leader Zang Ba, who hearing what had happened, came forthwith and gave in his submission. He was graciously received, and his former colleagues——Sun Guan, Wu Dun, and Yin Li——also yielded, with the exception of Chang Xi, who remained obdurate. All these former enemies who came over were kindly treated and given posts of responsibility wherein they might prove the reality of their conversion. Lu Bu’s family were sent to the capital.
After the soldiers had been rewarded with feasting, the camp was broken up and the army moved away to Xuchang. Passing through Xuzhou the people lined the roads and burned incense in honor of the victors. They also petitioned that Liu Bei should be their protector.
Cao Cao replied,
“Liu Bei has rendered GREat services.
You must wait till he has been received in
audience and obtained his reward.
After that he shall be sent here.”