After an afternoon of training, the little Rottweilers finally learned the four movements of sitting down, standing up, not moving, and being able to walk.
When the training was over, when Wang Bo spoke, he was horrified to find that his vocal cords seemed to be broken, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
The handsome Mexican boy quickly made him a cup of tea and said, "Boss, drink some water to moisten your throat. You are shouting too hard."
Lao Wang was extremely sad and angry: "Why are these dogs so stupid?"
Bowen shrugged and said, "Boss, they're not stupid, they're normal. You can't expect all dogs to be as smart as strong men."
At this point, Charlie became confused and said: "This doesn't make sense. The strong man is a Mastiff. The IQ of their race is much lower than that of the Rottweiler."
"The reason is very simple. A strong man is a genius among mastiffs." Little Shane said happily.
The domineering president nodded in agreement, looked at his son lovingly and said, "Yes, he is a genius. Do you know how he became a genius? Because strong men can eat, he has a good appetite, and the more he eats, the smarter he will be."
In order to help his son establish a normal concept of eating, the domineering president also worked hard.
Wang Bo lowered his palms, and the puppies sat down and stared at him curiously with their little heads raised.
They did this action very neatly. After seeing it, Charlie and others were surprised: "Wang, didn't you say these Rottweilers are stupid? Look, how smart they are!"
"Is this called smart?!"
"Fake, if this is not smart, what is smart?! You must know that they are dogs, they are dogs, they are not humans!"
Wang Bo was silent for a moment and looked at the princes, who also stared at him with strange little eyes, as if to say, now you know how powerful we are, right
Two days later, Shane found him and said, "Wang, I want to ask you something. You see, I have been away from the bank for more than a month. If I don't go back, it will be unreasonable."
Indeed, Wang Bo nodded. The overbearing president had stayed in the castle long enough this time. He only directed his subordinates through the phone every day. For a time, Lao Wang was very envious: Look at what this boss does, how leisurely he is.
"Now I have to take care of some things at the bank, so I want to ask you, man, to help me take care of my son? I will be very grateful to you!"
Shane looked at Wang Bo and said sincerely. At this moment, he was no longer a powerful financial tycoon, but an ordinary father who cared about his son.
Wang Bo agreed. Little Shane was well-behaved and sensible, but he was much more honest and easier to take care of than little Honey.
Lao Wang has a very good impression of Shane. He is a person with high emotional intelligence. Logically speaking, his worth is as high as those of Castle and others, but he is the most talkative one in the relationship.
Seeing that he agreed, Shane looked at his son with a very unbearable expression: "Damn it, I really want to quit that job. I have to be with my son. Damn it, I owe him so much!"
Wang Bo was surprised and said: "Ba, my good man, as far as I know you have done a good enough job."
As a bank president, he was willing to give up his job for more than a month to be with his son. This is not something ordinary people who love their son can do.
The domineering president's face showed a rare expression of sadness, and he murmured: "No, man, I didn't do well enough. I did too little and it was too late."
Lao Wang felt that there was another story here. He looked for a small bench and wanted to sit down and listen to the CEO telling stories. However, the CEO ignored him. After finishing speaking, he looked at the scenery down the mountain with a sense of sadness and started to smoke.
The smoke is misty, and the sadness is like water.
After lunch, Shane Battier left in a helicopter. Little Shane kept waving his hands, but his expression was indifferent. Wang Bo looked at him strangely. He shrugged and said, "I'm used to it."
Lao Wang didn't know what to say. Little Honey came over and said enviously: "Your father is so kind to you."
Little Shane shook his head in disappointment, as if he didn't agree with Little Honey's statement. The young man came out, shaking his head and wondering what he was doing. Little Shane suddenly became happy and chased the young man around. .
At the door, Little Wang stood up staggeringly. He took two crooked steps and fell down again. He suddenly felt a little depressed. He lay at the door and watched Lao Wang whimpering.
Lao Wang reluctantly walked over and gave it a hug, and Xiao Wang rubbed his big head in his arms. This was enough to encourage him and make him happy again.
Two days later, a strange phone call came in. After Wang Bo answered the call, he said: "Mayor, this is Sanders, my girlfriend's group is preparing to leave Wanderer Town, what do you think? "
Lao Wang said without hesitation: "Can you make an appointment for me? I want to talk to their clan leader."
The Maori are 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. At that time, there were many ethnic groups, and the major ethnic groups often went to war.
Later, the British and French arrived, and the Maori people began to share the same hatred, but they still maintained the title and tradition of their tribe. The Maori people are very stubborn in this regard. Until now, although a Maori settlement may have multiple previous tribes.
Every Maori tribe has a chief, but what is interesting is that their chief is not necessarily the strongest person in the tribe, not necessarily the smartest person, and not necessarily the richest person.
Although Lao Wang knew this common sense, he was still surprised when he saw the Maori who came to talk to him: he was an acquaintance. When he first came to Aocheng, the Moi Nosebleed Loan Sharing Company found several people to intimidate him. One is this one.
He was very impressed by this guy. This guy was covered in tattoos like fish, poisonous scorpions and the like. He was over two meters tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms. He was considered an OSS at the time and he was the only guy he didn't take down.
Seeing this man, Wang Bo's mouth twitched and asked: "Are you the leader of your clan?"
The big man looked at him uneasily, nodded, and muttered vaguely: "My name is Atulu, my grandmother is the priest of Otutu, and I am the clan leader."
After hearing what he said, Lao Wang was stunned again: "You speak English? Then when we had a conflict in the hotel, how did you speak Maori?"
The big man Atulu swallowed his saliva, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I was so scared at the time..."
Wang Bo almost choked at these words. How do Maori people choose a clan leader? Is it based on weight
Seeing that he didn't speak, Atulu became uneasy again. He whispered: "That matter, can we forget it? I was sent to prison for this, I was punished, I was miserable..." ( .)