Happy Little Mayor

Chapter 118: 118. Lamb is also crazy

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In fact, the reason why the previous bidding was so fierce was because everyone wanted to make a profit from it. Twenty thousand US dollars converted into New Zealand dollars is twenty-eight thousand dollars, so when the price is below twenty-eight thousand, you can make money by winning this gold coin.

When Porter raised the price to 30,000 yuan, no one followed suit. Buying this gold coin for 30,000 New Zealand dollars was a bit of a loss. Unless you really want to collect it, you will lose money if you buy it.

After Wang Bo shouted the price three times, he banged the gavel hard: "Congratulations to Mr. Porter, he won this 30,000 New Zealand gold coin!"

The audience applauded, and several people around Porter shook hands with him.

In any case, the money raised from the auction is used for charity, so most people appreciate and approve of the auction.

Of course, Downton and his team are in the minority among the crowd, and they least want to see Wang Bo in the limelight.

After handing the gold coins to the staff, Lao Wang walked off the stage. When he and Eva passed each other, the beautiful teacher smiled sincerely and said: "Hi, thank you, Wang, you are really a good person."

Come on, another good guy card, Wang Bo also smiled.

The Meng En Gold Coin was the climax of the auction. Although there were many other auction items, there were no surprises. They were all small gifts with little value.

Porter swiped his card and got the gold coins. He opened the brocade box, looked at it for a while, and said with a smile: "This little guy is really beautiful. Wang, your ancestor must be a big collector."

Wang Bo laughed loudly: "Thank you for your compliment. In fact, my ancestors were all fishermen."

"That's the big fishery owner." Porter recognized his status as a rich N generation.

There was a celebration after the auction. The school had a buffet style. Some people were in charge of the barbecue, some were baking pizza, and some were bartending. The atmosphere was very lively.

Wang Bo's good deeds at the auction won him the admiration of everyone. People kept coming up to talk to him, and others came to him to learn about Chinese culture. Even though he wanted to talk to Eva, he couldn't leave.

The handsome Mexican guy was so considerate that he took a bottle of beer to moisten his throat when he saw him chatting all the time.

The man chatting with Wang Bo noticed this, and he left wisely and said, "Wang, I'm going to get some barbecue, do you need it?"

Wang Bo shrugged and said, "Thank you, Buck, I don't think I need it."

The middle-aged man, Buck, took a plate and left. He found a grill and randomly picked up two slices of browned roast lamb, put it into his mouth and started chewing.

When the barbecue entered his mouth, he was first greeted by a rich aroma, and then as he chewed, the thick meat juice squeezed out and covered the taste buds on his tongue, filling the air with the aroma of meat!

Feeling the aroma of the meat, Buck was stunned for a moment, and then the soft and smooth feeling from chewing the beef with his teeth also surprised him. This piece of mutton brought him an unprecedented feeling.

After eating one piece, he put another piece on the plate into his mouth. The same taste and feeling made him exclaim: "Setter, this mutton is delicious! My God, this tastes great!"

Someone next to him laughed and said, "Buck, you are really exaggerating. It's just a piece of barbecue. Don't tell me you didn't eat at noon."

Unconvinced, Buck put a piece of barbecue on the speaker's plate and shouted: "Snow, Beamon, you idiot likes to question others! Try it, come and taste how delicious this damn meat is!" "

Beamon stuffed the barbecue into his mouth doubtfully, then his eyes widened and he shouted vaguely: "Fake! This barbecue tastes so good!"

Seeing the two people's almost gaffeful performance, more people came up to taste the barbecue, and soon all the grills were crowded with people.

There were many people participating in the event, more than 400 people. The school arranged a total of ten grills to be operated at the same time to meet everyone's needs.

In New Zealand, barbecue is the main dish. It is fast, tastes good, does not require high skills, and is very suitable for the atmosphere.

But not all the barbecue was praised. People around six grills shrugged and said it was average after eating, while the meat cooked at the other four grills was highly praised.

The four ovens of barbecue were quickly sold out, and the person in charge of the barbecue had to shout: "Hey, guys, can you step back? For God's sake, my oven is going to be knocked down by you! Let me start again." Can I bake and re-bake? I appreciate your appreciation of my craftsmanship, but you have to give me space!"

Buck exclaimed, "It's not about the craftsmanship, man, it's about the meat that separates your barbecue here! Is this Wagyu meat? It tastes amazing!"

Someone followed and said, "Yes, it's the meat that's different. Look at the meat plate. The source of the meat is posted on the plate. The meat for today's dinner is all provided by pastures and farms."

Buck grabbed a tray with mutton. He picked it up and looked at it under the light. Two words were written on it: Sunset Town, Wang Bo.

Lao Wang was chatting enthusiastically with Eva at the moment. After Buck left, the beautiful teacher came over and said with a chuckle: "Let's have a drink together?"

"My drinking capacity is average, you can't get me drunk." Wang Bo joked.

The two clinked glasses, and Eva sipped the red wine with her plump and moist red lips. The wine stained her lips, and she couldn't tell whether her cherry lips were redder or the wine was redder.

After taking a sip of wine, the beautiful teacher's mood became a little higher. She smiled and said: "Wang, you know, what you said today is great. The most precious thing in the world is not gold and silver jewelry, but crystal love and kind-heartedness." Humanity. I know you have a pure heart, and I am proud to have a friend like you."

After receiving such praise, Lao Wang laughed and said: "Actually, this is nothing..."

He was just about to expand when a rough voice interrupted him: "King, did you bring this meat? Is it produced in your pasture?"

Buck found Wang Bo holding a tray, followed by more than ten people.

Wang Bo was shocked. He glanced at the plate. The mutton inside was bright red in color, with clear meat texture and strong marble texture. It was indeed the mutton he had brought.

He didn't know what happened, so he asked tentatively: "Yes, this is my mutton. What's wrong? Who has a bad stomach?"

Just as Buck and others were about to speak, Eva took a step forward to block Wang Bo and said first, "It's impossible. The mutton Wang brought is very fresh and I took over it. If you have a problem eating it, it must have nothing to do with the mutton. Don't You’re wronging a good man!”

Lao Wang was a little touched. Eva had a really strong sense of trust in him, but he received the good guy card again.

Buck said, "No, no, no, of course the meat is okay - damn, actually it's not just okay, it's great! Oh my gosh, this is the best lamb I've ever had. Is it lamb?"

Wang Bo shook his head and said: "It's adult mutton. The lamb meat is too small and I didn't bring it."

Someone grabbed him and said, "Wang, is this the mutton produced on your ranch? If so, do you plan to sell it? God knows how much I love this taste, it's great!"

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