Yang Shubao thinks it's easy to attract tourists.

He brought the crown eagle over, made the crown eagle circle in front of the fruit house, and also brought the golden lion tamarin family.

When he first came to see the golden lion-faced tamarins on the grassland, there were only five monkeys in their family, but now the monkey pack has tripled in size to a total of fifteen monkeys.

However, some of the baby monkeys are the product of inbred marriages, and they are staring at ducks with blank eyes and not looking very smart.

The golden lion-faced tamarin is very beautiful, especially the circle of lion's mane on the head, which makes the petite and lovely little monkey a little more majestic.

Usually hiding in the plump fruit trees, the golden lion-faced tamarins are triumphant and domineering, which will appear on the side of the road they are honest.

Shivering.

The crown eagle next to it is walking around, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on them.

The crown eagle spread its wings and landed on the road with a small plane.

Yang Shubao handed the golden lion-faced tamarins small apples and sugar cane, the little marmosets like fruit juice, they usually have nothing to do and eat the branches as sugar cane, this will Yang Shubao gave them real sugar cane, they can nibble at will.

A small marmoset was about to gnaw, and the crown eagle glanced at it casually.

The little marmosets immediately farted and urinated, and the dry soil on the road suddenly became wet.

Yang Shubao laughed: "Nima, it's really not seeded!"

The eldest monkey in the group cautiously approached the crown eagle with half a cane, and then respectfully placed the cane in front of it, and then came back with his head hanging and his tail shrinking.

This scene stunned Lao Yang, can the golden lion tamarin be so cowardly?

The little monkeys did the same, and quickly learned to be in charge of the house and sent the fruit to the crown eagle.

The crown eagle tilted its head, the crown on its head swaying in the wind, and it didn't understand what was happening.

Yang Shubao comes into contact with them every day, and after seeing their performance, he still feels novel and interesting, not to mention the passers-by.

Seeing such a big bird of prey and such a small group of beautiful marmosets, the car always stops after driving by, and almost everyone wants to take pictures.

In this way, it is natural that someone will notice the dried fruit behind them.

Yang Shubao allowed them to taste the dried fruits, which gradually began to sell in terms of quality and taste.

Seeing this, he said to Hope Tan with satisfaction: "Look at it, our signboard is about to be erected, and there will be no fewer customers at that time, and business will definitely be very good." ”

Hope Tan Tan gave him a thumbs up with admiration: "Mr. Yang, you are really a business wizard." ”

Some tourists passed by, saw these animals, and curiously stopped the car and asked, "Can we take pictures with them?"

Yang Shubao stretched out his arm to show casualness.

As a result, they drove away after taking photos, and the golden lion-faced tamarin suddenly screamed.

Yang Shubao heard the panic in its voice and hurriedly looked over, and the giant marmoset pointed at his compatriots and screamed desperately at him.

One less monkey!

Thinking of the tourists just now, Yang Shubao came up angrily.

He patted Hopetan's shoulder and said, "You give me a good look at them here, killer, get in the car!"

The old man is usually low-key and humble, but when something happens, it is still a cannon battle, so he directly copied the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

The two drove quickly to chase the minibus, they drove a partial three-wheeled car, the old killer usually maintained it very carefully, the car engine was as reliable as ever, and he accelerated to catch up with the minibus.

Yang Shubao went to don't get into the car, but the minibus didn't stop and wanted to hit them!

The frightened screams of tourists rang out from the car.

Yang Shubao understood that the people in the car must have stolen the little marmoset, which was to see that he came to the door to deny it.

Enraged, he limped the handlebars and took the car to the side of the road to avoid the minibus that hit him behind.

The old killer quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and said sharply, "Give them some color?"

Yang Shubao nodded.

The old killer was about to shoot at the car window.

The driver of the minibus turned pale and quickly stepped on the brakes.

The tourists were ten people, all middle-aged men and women, all blonde and blue-eyed, and when they saw the old killer holding a gun murderously, they obediently raised their hands, and one of them shouted: "We are Americans, Americans ......"

"Then you go to @your SEALs on Twitter and get them over. Yang Shubao interrupted him and said coldly.

A woman held the cross on her chest and said to him softly: "Child, don't worry, don't get excited, take what you want, money, food, digital products, OK, everything OK, no problem, we will give it to you." But don't kill, kid, you're still young, you still have a great future......"

"Wait, you're taking us for robbery?" Yang Shubao said angrily.

The woman subconsciously said, "Isn't that obvious? Didn't you tell us to contact the SEALs to rescue us?"

Yang Shubao said: "It was your people who stole our things, understand? Which of you stole one of my little monkeys?"

He changed to elven shouting, and the screams of golden lion-faced tamarins could be heard from the carriage.

The black driver in the driver's seat had a distorted expression, his eyes widened and trembled.

Thinking of the behavior of the minibus trying to hit him just now, Yang Shubao suddenly understood, he pointed at the driver and said angrily: "Did you steal my little monkey?"

The driver sat there talking to himself with an innocent face, and his mouth was muttering strangely fast, but Yang Shubao didn't hear what he said.

The old killer knew this kind of person too well, and he sneered: "Teacher Yang, let me deal with him, this bastard is pretending to be stupid, these damn stinky black shit is like this, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and pretending to be stupid when something happens." ”

He carried the gun up and made a gesture to hit the driver with the handle of the gun, but the driver did not pretend to be stupid and was stunned, pushed open the door and ran to the side of the road.

The tour guide knew Yang Shubao, and he said weakly: "This is crazy, Mr. Yang, I don't know what's going on, please believe me......"

There was a container box between the driver's seat and the passenger seat of the minibus, and Yang Shubao heard the cry of the little monkey coming from below, so he opened the lid of the box.

The box was full of documents, charge bills, brochures and astringent magazines, and the little monkey was also among them, staring at Lao Yang with his fingers aggrieved, and his big blister-like eyes were bulging: Why did you come to save me?

Seeing Yang Shubao take out the little monkey, the American tourists were also angry, they had suffered an unwarranted disaster.

So they stood in the position of Yang Shubao and began to denounce the tour guides, and some of them claimed to complain about them and let their travel agency suffer a lawsuit.

The Americans are domineering, these birdmen are rampant in any country, and the tour guide knows that they can do what they say, so they quickly shirk the responsibility, saying that they don't know about it.

Yang Shubao pointed to the tour guide and said, "Let your boss call me, otherwise your travel agency will never want to enter my reserve in the future!"

He walked away with a tiger face, and the old killer smashed a car window with a gun as a warning, and then took away the astringent magazine that he had turned out.