Happy Little Mayor

The town of Sunset Town is not long, and many people come to welcome local tyrants. Many tourists come to join in the fun. Wang Bo saw many domestic tourists and took a camera to take pictures.

Chen Luoxian is also leading the group this time, she said, "New Zealanders are so crazy about horse racing?"

Local tycoons and Malone accepted cheers on the street, and the crowd around them was indeed crazy.

Wang Bo shrugged, "I'm not familiar with this sport, but I don't think they're crazy for the sport itself, but crazy to make money."

"That's true, too." Chen Luoxian laughed. "I heard several people say that they bet on local tyrants and won a great victory."

There were domestic tourists around, and they asked, cheerfully, "If we bet now, is it too late?"

Wang Bodao: "Of course it is too late to bet on local gold, but now there are other horse gambling competitions in Christchurch, there are many horses to bet on."

A bright-eyed middle-aged man laughed and said, "After you're done, you can't be sure of winning. Don't touch this thing. Have you forgotten the lessons in Auckland the previous two days?"

Among the several routes arranged by Chen Luoxian, one is to experience the casino style in Auckland. In order to prevent tourists from getting caught in the gambling, generally, travel agencies provide chips, and each person will enjoy playing one or two hundred.

In this case, there will be no lessons, Wang Bo asked curiously, "What did you experience there?"

The man said awkwardly, "Nothing, nothing ..."

The half-bald man interrupted him and said, "It's nothing, Lao Du has given away all six of our chips, and in the end no two games were lost."

It's really nothing, Wang Bo said: "It's better not to touch that kind of thing, but you don't lose much. I have a friend there who almost broke his house."

What he said was of course Anderson, so he was so angry only to learn that he was involved in horse gambling.

The victory parade lasted for more than an hour, and Malone was impatient, but the local tyrant's mood was soaring. This guy was just as proud of being watched as he was on the field.

When Wang Bo accompanied Parker into the stables, when he reached the area of ​​the beast, Sir Turin's state was a little different.

The IQ of a good horse is very high, especially for a horse like Sir Turin who has trained for six or seven years. As Parker said, he knows he has lost his chance to win the championship and has been depressed since leaving the field.

After coming to the beast, Sir Turin raised his head, his eyes regained some glory, and he looked at the horses in the distance with a dazzling look.

Seeing Parker's eyes look more energetic, he said in surprise: "Hey man, see if there isn't, the girl in my family seems different than before."

Wang Bo cooperated and said, "Yes, I feel like it wants to run again."

The heart of the beast farm has been upgraded to the second level, which has a stronger appeal to animals, and animals can feel that this grassland is different from other places.

Parker thought that the horses in the distance attracted Sir Turin. "It seems that this girl is too lonely. I should have thought that it was lonely for too long!"

Wang Bo continued to agree: "Yes, horses are social animals. Like humans, they need companions."

Parker asked, "Is that those horses are the tyrants of Tyrant Gold? Where did Tyrant Gold come from?"

Wang Bo nodded: "Yes, this is my Mustang group, but now they are tamed very well, you can go and see later, they are very good."

Parker is an enthusiast in horse racing, and is a half expert.

Even at a distance, he could see the extraordinaryness of this horse herd.

The group of horses galloping is a very shocking scene, and these horses run extremely fast, ran on the grass, trampled the ground and trembled slightly, the sound was even more shocking.

So Parker thought carefully and asked, "What do you think of these horses? You have to send them to the arena or what? Are you interested in selling them?"

Wang Bo has not thought about this problem, mainly because it has not been shown by the market.

Since Parker asked, he had to give an answer: "It depends on fate, if they can meet the right host, of course I am willing to complete them."

Sir Turin can't be put in the herd. After all, this is a thoroughbred horse. If it is resisted or injured in the herd, it will be very troublesome.

Even if the herd accepts it, there is another hidden danger, that is, when he asks the stallion to mate with it, Parker's loss will be great.

Still, Sir Turin ran, and Parker rode on it and ran on the prairie.

Judging from the appearance, Sir Turin is much more elegant than the Mustangs. Yes, steeds also have temperament. Sir Turin's temperament is elegant and elegant, which is not found on the Mustangs.

But this does not mean that the Mustangs are much worse than it. The Mustangs are equally good at selling. Their temperament is wild and wild, and they can only be said to have their own advantages.

Parker rides horses here, while Wang Bo goes to prepare for the evening party.

The central square is still under construction, and at least it can only be put into use in the spring.

So, this celebration party is still on the beach by the lake.

If there are Maori people, then Hangi is indispensable for the party. There are two large pits next to the beach. These are the Hangi pits that are used all year round.

Baita's seven restaurants are also operating, and the party takes the form of a buffet. Naturally, they are preparing the dishes needed for the buffet.

In the evening, huge bonfires were burning, and the dark red flames were blown into the sky by the winter wind, reddening the faces of those around the fire.

The stage was set up in the center, the sunset group went to Auckland, and Wang Bo re-recruited a number of singers on the scene. This time, he was one of them.

The impassioned sound was released from the player, spreading around, like the quiet Xuanhe family flying away, leaving a few white eyes.

A group of blue ducks came here curiously. They were protecting birds, and no one dared to touch them.

However, these guys were also very alert, and someone was swinging their tails to get into the lake.

Wang Bo took the newly repaired jeep to the lake and saw Ben McGee wandering through the crowd, just like wearing flowers and butterflies. He raised a wine bottle and laughed from time to time.

Wang Bo winked at Turu, who knew what he meant, and beckoned a Maori man to say: "Kakabrita, go, bring some guys and drink a few more drinks with our second mayor I think he likes drinking very much. "

Maori Han's expression was insincere: "Use deadly force or beer?"

Aturu patted him and said, "My buddy, you still can't understand me? The lethal force is so terrible. Drinking it will make people crazy, of course, lethal force!" )