Wang Bo also has Mondo's troubles, and as the mayor of the town, he is even more troubled in this regard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although Sunset Town now has many residents, there is still a shortage of professional talents, such as plumbers, electricians, car mechanics, etc.

Why has he been working hard to improve Sunset's fame and comfort of living? Isn't it to attract this kind of talent? And now he realizes that he was on the wrong track.

Sunset has a fierce propaganda campaign and a lot of people who like small towns, but the reason for this is that there is a shortage of talent throughout the New Zealand countryside.

As for in the city? People who are accustomed to city life will only come to the countryside for vacation, not to settle in the countryside!

After all, this is a small country, and there are too few talents after all.

After listening to Mondo's words, he had a new idea, why not contact the New Zealand government and ask them to think of a way to help Sunset Town when they emigrate?

It sounds like this idea is a bit fanciful, but Lao Wang thinks it is completely feasible, Lao Tzu is a taxpayer, Sunset Town is a big taxpayer, how can any township in New Zealand pay taxes as much as him? It is also appropriate to accept some preferential treatment in terms of policy, right?

With a new idea for talent introduction, Lao Wang smiled contentedly.

Soon he couldn't laugh out loud, and the inn didn't allow dogs to enter, and the owner explained: "We need to have multiple customers, some people are allergic to dog hair, some are afraid of dogs, especially this large fierce dog, so I don't think I can allow you to enter." ”

In New Zealand, bargaining is not very easy to use, especially in the countryside, people are still very simple, no matter what they do or do, what they say is the reserve price.

However, the reserve price is not unchangeable.

Mondo wanted to go up and have a relationship with the boss, but Lao Wang waved his hand to stop it, and then leisurely snapped his fingers at the strong man and said, "Sit down." ”

The strong man stuck out his big tongue and sat down obediently.

Wang Bo raised his hand, "Stand up, dear." ”

The strong man immediately stood up and wagged his tail happily.

"Shake hands with this gentleman, well, say hello to him, say hello."

The strong man immediately raised a big thick paw and let out a soft cry: "Wang, Wang!" ”

"What would you do if this gentleman wouldn't let you stay with me?" Lao Wang squatted down and rubbed his forehead on its hairy head affectionately.

This is a bit unfathomable, and the strong man can't understand it.

But Lao Wang has a way, he will turn his back to the boss, so he stretched out his finger and dipped some saliva in the corner of his eye.

Seeing this, Zhuang Ding blinked and understood, and then tried to brew his emotions, staring at the boss pitifully with wide eyes and curled his nose.

But it can't cry, it's too difficult for it.

The boss has relented, who in the township has not had a dog?

New Zealand has a dog culture, everyone is a dog lover, if anyone dares to abuse a dog or eat dog meat in public, it is light to be beaten and scolded, and it is right to be fined and sentenced to a lawsuit.

The boss shook the strong man's paw helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, handsome guy, I allowed you to enter, but you can't scare the others, you're a big guy." ”

He reached out and touched the neck of the strong man, with a kind expression.

Wang Bo booked a business room, which has a lot of space, similar to the presidential suite, but the decoration is worse.

Leaving the castle to sleep, he always felt a little uncomfortable, and the strong man seemed to be the same, closed his eyes for a while, and then climbed into the bed and stared at Lao Wang.

Lao Wang kissed it on the forehead: "Sleep, this is a goodnight kiss." ”

"Ah, hold your talk! Ah, kiss me! The little parrot cried out with its neck clenched.

There was no way, so Lao Wang had to give it a goodnight kiss as well.

In the middle of the night, the sound of a dripping voice sounded, Wang Bo's sleep quality was not bad after falling asleep, he opened his eyes vaguely and looked out, he turned around and hugged Zhuang Ding and fell asleep again.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, there was still a murmuring sound, and he looked out to find that it was raining.

"What the hell is the weather." He muttered and sat up.

The little parrot stretched its wings and made a lazy gesture, and also opened its mouth and said, "Ah, the weather of the horse treadler! ”

"Can Nima stop swearing!" Lao Wang hated that iron could not be made of steel, and nodded its head.

The little parrot was pressed into the futon by him, and it struggled to get up and cried out, "Ah, Nima taught! Ah, Nima doesn't hit the head! ”

Lao Wang was choked by these words, and said stupidly: "Okay, we won't swear in the future." ”

He has a habit of running in the morning, and when he goes out, the blonde boss greets him: "Hey, man, I passed by your door just now and heard a voice talking inside you?" ”

Lao Wang didn't bother to explain: "Oh, it's about calling." ”

Seeing that he was about to go out, the boss kindly gave him an umbrella: "With an umbrella, this ghost weather, it snowed a few days ago, it seems to be raining now!" ”

A voice immediately sounded from his pocket: "Ah, the weather of the horseman!" ”

Wang Bo really wanted to put a plug ball on the little parrot.

Under the surprised gaze of the boss, he took the parrot out of his pocket, threw it outside in the rain, and walked in with his umbrella himself.

The little parrot immediately jumped back and stayed on his shoulder and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Ah, there is a lot of water!" Ah, wet hair! ”

Wang Bo thought about it and felt that these words were worse than swearing, and then he gave the little parrot a brain breakdown......

Walking north from the villa hotel, an ancient street full of European style appeared, the smell of baked bread permeated the street, and the strong man licked his tongue vigorously, it was hungry.

Wang Bo found the bakery and bought two large breads, which had just been baked, soft and fragrant, he handed one to Zhuang Ding, tore a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, his mouth was full of wheat fragrance.

Next to the bakery is a European-style ham shop, which is different from Chinese in that it doesn't need to be steamed and fried, and can be eaten raw.

The inside of the shop is full of a dazzling array of pork hind legs, with a clear texture and clean preservation, which makes people have an appetite just by looking at the appearance.

The boss was a white woman with arms about the thickness of Wang Bo's thighs, who were very friendly, and when she saw Lao Wang, she smiled and asked, "Tourists?" ”

Wang Bo shook his head and said with a smile: "Farmer." ”

The white woman made an exaggerated expression of surprise: "I didn't know that there was a new farmer in the town, come, what to eat?" Spanish ham? French ham? Munich ham? ”

As she spoke, she skillfully cut off a thin slice with a knife for Wang Bo to taste.

Wang Bo ate a piece, looked up at the price, and the white woman pointed to the brightest one and said: "Spanish black pig ham, this one is the most expensive, five hundred New Zealand dollars a pound, but this is the best." ”

"So expensive?" He was amazed that the best deer tendon meat from Sunset Ranch could be sold at this price.

This is the first time he has seen pork products sell at such a price in New Zealand! (To be continued.) )