Happy Little Mayor

After drinking, Wang Bo found that Zhenlu is really good, of course, if it is treated as a drink, not a wine.

This is a wine that is not like wine, because there is really no alcohol like the traditional Chinese wine.

Before, Pharaoh liked to drink beer, it was slightly bitter and slightly fragrant. To him, white wine was a bit spicy, and red wine was too sour. As for cocktails and the like, that was not something you could drink in daily life.

Now he thinks that Zhenlu is also very good. It has alcohol, but it is relatively low. The taste is sweet and bland. It really looks a bit like its name. It is very dewy.

Kim Tae-Tak ’s Korean barbecue is also very good. Wang Bolian praised him humbly. “Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Mayor, in fact, I ’m not making a traditional Korean barbecue. I ’ve studied New Zealanders. After tasting, a little bit of improved grilling was done. "

Wang Bo gave a thumbs up: "But no matter what, this is great, I'm so refreshing!"

"I'm so cool too!"

"It's cool if the boss is cool!"

"Shet, Atulu, don't eat, just brag!"

"Ha ha."

The last sneer was Hani. The inspector did not eat anything except to drink two glasses of water tonight. As for the wine? Not even drinking.

When they separated, Wang Bo took out his wallet and quickly took out four hundred yuan and gave it to Jin Zhongtai. The latter refused to accept it anyway, and said, "Mr. Mayor, you've misunderstood. I'm not asking you to eat, but asking you Try the dishes, so I can't charge you anyway. "

Wang Bo shook his head at the cowboy, meaning you convince him.

The Texas cowboy glanced at the South Korean boss and said impatiently: "The boss asked you to accept it and you accept it, so much nonsense?"

Kim Chung-tai suddenly became sincere.

Wang Bo also glared at the cowboy. It ’s still him. The Americans are not reliable. “Boss Gold, you deserve it. Take it. We will come back often because your barbecue is really good. .If you don't accept it, we can't come again. "

This was very useful. Kim Zhongtai had to accept it, and the boss lady in a light yellow Hanbok came out and said, "Zhongtai, you are really rude to do this. How can you collect Mr. Mayor's money?"

Wang Bo waved his hand with a smile and motioned for his men to leave, and Atulu asked carefully: "Since the boss paid the bill, are we all of this meat? Can we pack it?"

Jin Zhongtai laughed: "If Shelter Aturu likes it, you can come and eat with us in the future, we are very welcome."

Hearing the name of "Sheriff", Atuluwei rose, and he coughed, "Is that really okay? Oh my **** Mori ..."

Pharaoh looked coldly, and Maori Hanton suddenly slumped again: "I will never come to eat and drink, Boss King, you have to pack me up quickly, I can make lunch tomorrow."

After getting on the bus, Hani, who had been silent, suddenly said, "Mayor, were you ready to pay the bill from the beginning?"

Wang Bo said: "Of course, I am not a fascist Nazi soldier. How can I eat food for the residents of the territory in vain?"

Hani's expression became fierce, and he gritted his teeth: "Xuete, why didn't you say it earlier? Why! My God! I've been hungry all night for one night! One night! Why did you tell me that it was that? The boss treats me ?! "

Pharaoh's face was innocent: "I just say it casually, is there any difference? I will give money anyway."

"If you're hungry, isn't there packed meat and toast?" The cowboy grinned.

Atulu put the packing box in his arms and watched Hani vigilantly, "You are the honest inspector. This is the food packaged by the leader. If you eat it, then you accept the leader's invitation. same."

Hani reached out and snatched it. He took out a piece of roasted pork with a little temperature and stuffed it into his mouth, and shouted vaguely: "Fack! Why can't I eat, Wang treats me? This is the off-hours!"

Aturu didn't dare to justify it. He covered his body with fat for a few moments, staring at Hani, who was gorging, and said weakly, "Eat less, Hani, it is easy to gain weight at night ..."

"Fack! I will eat it all! Eat it!"

"Oh, Snow!"

After this barbecue banquet, Wang Bo attached unprecedented importance to the ranch. He suddenly discovered that, in addition to Highway 8, the ranch could also become a place to attract residents.

An excellent ranch can form an industrial chain. It needs cowboys, veterinarians, and handymen. It can support the meat shop, the transport vehicle industry, the restaurant, and the slaughterhouse.

Therefore, he increased the external supply of the ranch, and made a few advertisements in the small town, not only promoting cattle and sheep, but also lesser known chickens, ducks and geese, hoping that the high-quality meat on the ranch could be more famous.

Two days later, Anderson found him, and said, "Boss, it seems that the amount of stalls on your ranch site has increased?"

Wang Bo nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Anderson grinned: "So why don't we open a cold meat counter in a convenience store? Chickens, ducks, cows, sheep and pigs, I think the ranch is very complete."

Wang Bodao: "Is this necessary? Doesn't your convenience store have a freezer to sell meat?"

Anderson said: "For convenience stores, this is not necessary, but for a large general supermarket, it is certainly necessary, very necessary! We are going to open a large supermarket, aren't we?"

Pharaoh blinked, really.

Anderson also said: "The most important thing is that the chickens, ducks, beef, and mutton on the ranch are very popular. They can attract a large number of customers for our convenience stores and form a joint consumption because they cannot enter the convenience stores. Buy a little meat and leave? "

Pharaoh continued to blink, it was true.

"Maori people have a good slang saying, only when you go to the market do you know what you are missing. As long as customers enter the convenience store, they will find that they still need a lot of things, such as seasonings for stew, such as those cookers, this It ’s the minimum, so do n’t we mention our turnover? ”

Pharaoh said: "Okay, you traitor, just do what you say!"

"The ranch stopped selling alone, and the unmanned meat stall also stopped. Convenience stores opened cold meat counters, earning him all the rage!"

After Anderson left, Pharaoh told the cowboys in the ranch that he would not sell them from today, killing chickens, ducks, cows and sheep and supplying them to convenience stores.

Cousins ​​was dumbfounded and said, "Boss, won't we let us slaughter? This requires a slaughterhouse, and we don't."

Pharaoh shrugged and said, "OK, then I will hire a few butchers. What do you think about a weekly salary of 1,000 yuan?"

The Bibby brothers scrambled and said, "Boss, eight hundred, give us eight hundred, we have done this job!"

"Five hundred, not eight hundred, boss, weekly salary plus five hundred, we will give you a proper one."

"Fack-squid! Asshole! Add four hundred, don't do it!"

"Do it!" (To be continued.)