Happy Little Mayor

After an afternoon of training, the Rottweilers finally learned to sit, stand, not move, and can take four moves.

When the training was over, Wang Bo talked, and found in horror that his vocal cords were broken, his voice was hoarse and very unpleasant.

Mexican pretty boy quickly gave him a cup of tea and said, "Boss, drink some water to moisten your throat, you shouted too much."

Pharaoh was extremely sad and angry: "Why are these dogs so stupid?"

Bowen shrugged, "Boss, they're not stupid, but normal. You can't expect all dogs to be as clever as stouts."

At this point, Charlie was puzzled and said, "It's unreasonable. The strong men are Mustang Mastiffs. Their IQ is much lower than that of Rottweiler."

"The reason is simple, strong men are geniuses in the mastiff." Battier said happily.

The overbearing president nodded in agreement, and looked at his son lovingly and said, "Yes, it is a genius. Do you know how it became a genius? Because the strong man can eat, he has a good appetite, and he is smart when he eats more."

In order to help his son establish a normal diet concept, the overbearing president is also quite hard.

Wang Bo pressed his palm down, and the puppies sat down, staring at him curiously with their little heads raised.

They did this neatly, and Charlie was surprised when they saw it, "Wang, don't you say these Rottweilers are stupid? Look, how smart they are!"

"Is this smart ?!"

"Fack, isn't this smart? What's smart ?! You know they're dogs, they're dogs, they're not humans!"

Wang Bo silently looked at the princes, and the princes also stared at him with strange little eyes. It seems that you know that we are great now?

Two days later, Battier found him and said, "Wang, I want to ask you one thing. You see, I have been away from the bank for more than a month. If I don't go back, I can't justify it."

Indeed, Wang Bo nodded. The overbearing president stayed in the castle for this long enough. He only commanded his subordinates by phone every day, and once made Pharaoh very envious: Look at what this boss has done, and more leisurely.

"I have something to do with the bank right now, so I want to ask you, man, can you take care of my son? I will be very grateful to you!"

Battier looked at Wang Bo sincerely and said that at this moment he is no longer a predatory financial crocodile, but an ordinary father who cares about his son.

Wang Bo agreed, but Battier was smart and sensible, but he was much more honest and caring than the young Hani bear.

For Battier, Pharaoh has a very good perception. This is a person with a high emotional quotient. It is reasonable to say that his value and the castle are basically heaven and earth, but in communication, he is the best to speak.

Seeing him agree, Battier looked at his son with an unbearable expression: "Damn, I really want to quit that job. I have to stay with my son. Damn, I owe him too much!"

Wang Bo was surprised: "My old man, my dear friend, as far as I know, you are good enough."

As a bank president, he is willing to give up his work for more than a month in order to accompany his son, which is not something that can be done by ordinary sons.

A sad and sad expression rarely appeared on the face of a domineering president. He murmured, "No, man, I didn't do well enough. I did too little, and it was too late."

Pharaoh felt there was a story in it. He looked for a small bench and wanted to sit down and listen to the president to tell the story. As a result, the president ignored him. After speaking, he looked at the scenery under the mountain and started smoking.

The smoke was soaring and the mood was like water.

After lunch, Battier left by helicopter. Battier kept shaking his hand, but his expression was light. Wang Bo looked at him strangely, and he shrugged, "Get used to it."

Pharaoh didn't know what to say. Little Hani came over and said enviously: "Your father is really nice to you."

Little Battier shook his head in a loss, and seemed to disagree with Little Hani's statement. The strong man walked out and kept shaking his dog's head. He didn't know what he was doing. But Little Tilton was happy and chased the strong man. .

At the door, Xiao Wangxi stood up. He walked crookedly for two steps and fell again, feeling a little frustrated. He lay on the door and watched the old Wang humming.

The old king walked helplessly and gave it a hug, and Xiao Wang nuckled in his arms with his head, so that he could be regarded as encouraged and his mood rejoiced.

Two days later, an unfamiliar phone call came in, and Wang Bo said after that, "Mayor, I'm Sanders, and my girlfriend and theirs are about to leave the Homeless Town. What do you think? "

Pharaoh didn't hesitate and said, "Can you make an appointment for me? I want to talk to their patriarch."

The Maori is a very chaotic nation. This chaos refers to the composition. Originally before the arrival of the British and French colonists, this land belonged to the Maori people. At that time, there were a lot of ethnic groups. Major ethnic groups often fought.

Later, when the British and French arrived, the Maori began to antagonize their enemies, but they still maintained the title and tradition of their tribe. In this regard, the Maori were very stubborn. Up to now, although there may be multiple former tribes in a Maori settlement.

And every Maori tribe has a patriarch, but it is very interesting that their patriarch is not necessarily the most powerful person in the tribe, the most intelligent person, and not necessarily the richest person.

Although Pharaoh knew this common sense, he was taken aback by seeing this Maori who came to talk to him: he was an acquaintance. When he first came to Austria, Moi's nosebleed usury company looked for several people to intimidate him, among them One is this one.

He was very impressed with this person. This guy was full of tattoos such as fierce fish and poisonous scorpion. He was more than two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. He was regarded as a wave ss at the time, and he was the only guy who did not take it down .

Seeing this man, Wang Bo twitched and asked, "Are you the chief of your tribe?"

The big man looked at him with a little anxiety and nodded, murmuring vaguely: "My name is Atulu, my grandma is the priest of Otitu and I am the patriarch."

After listening to his words, Pharaoh was surprised again: "Do you speak English? Then how did you say Māori when we conflicted at the hotel?"

The big man Atulu swallowed his mouth, and embarrassedly scratched his head and said, "I was so frightened ..."

Wang Bo was almost choked by these words. How did the Maori choose the patriarch? Is it based on weight?

Seeing that he was not talking, Aturu was upset again, and he whispered, "That thing, shall we count it? I was sent to prison for this, I was punished, I was miserable ..." (To be continued.)