Happy Little Mayor

The young cowboy looked at the white-bellied white man, and then looked at Wang Bo in an embarrassment, saying, "Mr. Gehl, maybe you can look at other alpacas, I think you will be better now."

The middle-aged white man Geer looked at Wang Bo with a smile, and said, "I like this alpaca, please make a price, kid. I want to buy it and give it to this Chinese friend."

As soon as he said this, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Wang Bo scratched his chin in confusion, didn't he? As far as he knows, the Chinese are resisted in New Zealand. How can this fat guy give him something when he meets? Is he so charming?

The expression of the young cowboy relaxed, he said happily: "This is a two and a half year old alpaca. You can look at its hair, pupils and nose. Very healthy guy, so the market price is 12,000. Thousand Canadian dollars. "

Gehl didn't bargain, he took out the checkbook from his wallet, scratched out a few numbers, tore it to the cowboy, and said, "Go, pull this alpaca out to the gentleman."

Wang Bo reached out and stopped, wondering, "Man, if I remember correctly, should we meet for the first time?"

Geer nodded with a smile, "Yes, the first time I met."

"Then why did you send me a gift?"

The middle-aged white man shrugged, "I like you ..."

Pharaoh's complexion changed, and Mexican pretty boy, Bowen and others also hurriedly backed to protect their buttocks.

Geer hurriedly changed his mouth: "I mean, I think we have a lot of fate, what is it in your Chinese language? Is it true that your eyesight is still right? In short, I think you are a great young man, I think be friends with you."

Wang Bo is not stupid. This middle-aged white man definitely has a plan for himself. He gives away an alpaca worth $ 12,000? Even if he is worth over a billion dollars, he will not treat such strangers with such generosity, unless the stranger is a beautiful woman with his ideas.

Such an association, he is even more afraid to accept this gift.

The number of men in New Zealand is quite large, and people in this area have been shouting for parliament to amend the law to allow same-sex marriage.

He saw that he refused to accept the gift, and smiled and said, "Okay, okay, Mr. Wang, are you the owner of the sunset town ranch, right?"

Pharaoh nodded, and Charlie in the back whispered, "It looks like your ranch is already famous."

Let Charlie be right, Geer laughed, "I have heard of your ranch. You have a great ranch. I want to win your friendship. I swear to God that I have no other idea but to do it with you. Friends. This gift is for friendship! "

Wang Bo asked tentatively: "Mr. Gehl, are you also a rancher right? Then I guess, what do you want to bring in from my ranch?"

"I have this idea, but I haven't decided yet." Geer smiled, waved, and turned away. "Please accept my gift, young rancher, I hope we can be more enjoyable next time."

Looking at Geer's back, Pharaoh frowned. This guy was a bit out of common sense. What did he do?

The young cowboy in charge of the alpaca looked at him and asked, "Sir, would you like this alpaca?"

Wang Bo stretched out his hand again, Happy Beast put his head up again, opened his mouth and put out his tongue, and licked the palm of his hand: "Yes, why not? Give me breeding alone, I will take it with me tomorrow. "

"Mr. Geer, who is this?" Mexican Liang Tsai later asked Pharaoh's doubts.

A respectful expression on the young cowboy's face said: "You don't know him? Thomas Wesley-Gall, owner of Centaur Ranch, one of the largest ranches in the North Island, started from an ordinary cowboy, and eventually laid a large ranch Is the icon of all cowboys in New Zealand. "

Pharaoh had some impressions of this name, it seems that he heard Sharp's big middleman mentioned it, but Sharp should call him Thomas Wesley at that time, not Mr. Geer, so he just didn't respond.

On the first day when I came to the ranch town, Pharaoh harvested a happy beast. In the evening, a group of people went to the bar to experience the bar style of the ranch town. The online reviews were very good and said that they were very distinctive.

There are not many bars in the town. Wang Bo and others took a taxi to let the driver take them to a house at will.

Knowing their purpose, the driver took them to the door of a screaming monster bar and said, "If you want to play differently, this is the best choice."

New Zealand's bar culture is very good. For people, this is a place to relax after work. Consumption can be high or low, so local taxi drivers will not join forces with bars to harm consumers.

Screaming monsters are not the same as other bars. They are mainly fashion men and women. When I came here, Pharaoh knew that there were many trendy men and women in this small animal husbandry town.

He learned that the bar in the town is mainly for local farmers and herdsmen. Everyone wears work clothes and drinks after work.

Laser lights flashed overhead, dj mobilized the atmosphere of the audience, a band of 20-year-olds roared on the stage, the atmosphere in the bar was very hot.

Wang Bo and others sat down at the bar. A young man squeezed over and shouted, "Hey, this is our place!"

The Mexican pretty boy turned around and pushed him away, raising his **** and saying, "This is the place for money!"

The young man spit and left, and Pharaoh asked Mexico, "Will this fight?"

Liang Zai shook her head and said easily: "In these places, as long as you perform hard enough, you will not easily fight, but if you are too weak, you will be bullied."

When he was in Mexico, he was a regular bar lover. After arriving in New Zealand, he had not worked for a while, and worked in the bar to understand the hidden rules.

The handsome bartender came over and asked, "Some, what can I do?"

Mexican pretty boy took out a roll of New Zealand dollars and handed him, saying: "Come something special, if it is fun, we will continue to consume, if you think we are Kaizi, then we will disappear in the next round."

The bar counted the money with a smile, then asked them to wait a moment and said that they would give them a glass of the most distinctive dark beer in the city of farming and animal husbandry.

Wang Bo wondered, do you still use dark beer?

Soon, several large glasses of dark beer were sent over, and the bartender took a small bottle from the refrigerator and carefully dropped a few drops of condensed milk-like things into it.

Pharaoh was very vigilant and asked, "Man, what's wrong with this?"

The bartender laughed: "Confidentiality, but it definitely won't be illegal. You see, there are fifty people here, and I won't bother myself."

Bowen nodded and said that was right. He had shaken dark beer and raised his head with a sip.

(To be continued.) 8