Jin, a local tycoon, is self-taught. When Wang Bo sat on its back and patted its butt, it subconsciously accelerated and ran forward.
This is not an ordinary run, but an ejection!
Wang Bo had never realized that Tuhao Jin's stubby limbs contained such terrifying energy. They used to run together in a herd of wild horses, so he didn't pay attention to this horse holding silk.
But now sitting on its back, Tuhao Jin suddenly accelerated, like a sharp arrow - no, considering its short stature, it was a cannonball fired!
Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, as powerful as a group of emperors flying into the sky!
Poor Lao Wang couldn't sit firmly. There was no saddle on the horse and the horse's hair was smooth. He shouldn't have accelerated the speed of the rich man Jin, so the cannonball was shot out. Under the inertia, he stayed where he was...
Following Wang Bo's 'fuck' exclamation, a loud noise appeared: 'Bang! '
The strong man and Xiao Wang behind him grinned subconsciously, they felt pain just looking at them.
The local tyrant Jin who ran out ran back quickly with a look of innocence on his face that was shorter than an ordinary horse. He looked at Wang Bo lying on the ground and grinned, so he opened his mouth and licked him.
A face full of saliva!
"I've washed my face in vain," Lao Wang was about to cry again, but then he comforted himself, "It's okay, it's okay, this horse's saliva has no taste, it's just the fragrance of vegetation, ah..."
The last spitting was because he was talking to himself and the horse's saliva dripped into his mouth.
Standing up with support on his waist, Wang Bo put his hand on Tuhao Jin's horse's face. Frankly speaking, Tuhao Jin's short figure is not good-looking, but from the front, its hairy face is relatively short, so it looks ugly and cute.
Perhaps because of the mentality of whose children are related to whom, he carefully looked at Tuhao Jin and Dark Horse King. Although Dark Horse King was handsome and unrestrained, he was not as cute, honest and cute as his Tuhao Jin.
If you own a horse, you must have matching equipment. Peterson is an expert in this regard. After Wang Bo went to work, he processed a few documents, and then called him to give him advice on buying saddles, water reins, etc.
Peterson smiled and said: "This job should be left to me. Boss, find a time and I will take you to my guy to pick out a few items. I'll treat you."
Wang Bo had time in the morning. Hani watched him go out and waved: "Hello, the most relaxed mayor in New Zealand's history. Goodbye, the most comfortable mayor in New Zealand's history."
Wang Bo turned around and said, "Who do you call me? Mr. Inspector, could you please find someone who is a better mayor than me and show it to me?"
As a joke, he met up with old Peterson, and the two drove towards O'City.
Old Peterson introduced his old buddy on the road naggingly: "Old Maxson and I have known each other since we were eight years old, eight years old! When I first came here, he called me a nigger, and then I said it hard I beat him up. That guy was an unruly boy. Later, he even called me a nigger, but I still beat him hard with my fists... "
Driving to Aocheng, with the old cowboy guiding us, Wang Bo successfully found an old-fashioned store near the city center.
He looked at the surrounding environment and said, "I seem to have been here before. It feels very familiar here."
Peterson got out of the car and said, "Maybe, I heard the boss lady said you bought a piece of clothing at the Chinese clothing store here last time?"
Lao Wang searched carefully and found the Chinese clothing store, so he silently shut up. It would be better if one less person knew that he was crazy.
This horse supplies store is called 'Max's Handicraft Shop'. The store is old and is a wooden building. I don't know how many times it has been painted with protective paint. In some places, it feels like there are layers of dry paint, like a layer cake.
The doors of the store are two small movable doors that are common in American western movies. When people walk in, springs will pull them back, making a creaking sound.
Entering the store, Wang Bo looked inside and couldn't help but take a breath.
This is really a serious saddlery shop. It is full of neat equestrian equipment, especially saddles. They are all hung on the wall. There are hundreds of them in various colors, which are very fancy.
On the wall on the other side is a water rein, which is a tool that is put on a horse's head. Under the water rein is a neat shoe cabinet, with many riding boots placed against the wall, large and small, for men and women, and some even With its shiny spurs, it is very pleasing to the eye.
There is a counter in the store with cowboy hats, cowboy scarves, riding whips and even sabers. Wang Bo knows that everything that cowboys can use can be found here.
When he walked into this store, he felt a sense of time and space confusion for a moment, as if he had returned to the 1970s or 1980s. The posters on the wall were a bit unpopular, and they were all very old things. None of them featured the famous star Wang Bo. know…
However, some posters had movie names on them. Wang Bo went over to take a look. He knew about the Red Dead Redemption and Golden Dead trilogy, but he didn't know most of them.
The store was empty, with no one around. He browsed the posters on the wall, while Old Peterson skillfully walked into the counter, pulled out a drawer, took out the tobacco, stuffed it into the pipe and started smoking.
As soon as the smoke filled the air, a rough and old voice sounded from the back room: "Fuck, damn nigger, you came to steal my tobacco again! I swear to God, I will purify the world of Jehovah, and I will blow you to pieces with my old gun. Ass!"
These words were quite rude. As far as Wang Bo knew, if this was said to a young black man, a tragedy would definitely occur in this store.
Old Peterson became furious. He slammed the wooden cabinet and shouted: "Damn racial discrimination! Ubiquitous racial discrimination! Maxson, you old ass, come out and I will teach you a lesson."
An old man about the same age as him walked out. He was tall, with snow-white hair, and the skin on his face was loose. However, he moved with great strides, his eyes were like the eyes of an eagle, and his folds were shining.
The old man was dressed as a cowboy and had a short knife on his waist. When he came out, Peterson met him. Both of them were aggressive, and then they hugged each other fiercely and slapped each other on the back, making a dull sound like drumming.
Wang Bo grinned, could this be considered a fight between them? Being slapped on the back like this can almost break the bones in your body!
The old man was Maxson. After they separated, he laughed loudly and said: "Old nigger, you are getting darker and darker, but you seem to be in a lot of energy. Damn it, it seems you are going to die behind me."
Peterson smiled proudly and said: "Of course, my old man, I said I will die behind you and I will be your coffin bearer, so you should be nice to me, otherwise I will take the opportunity to throw him. Make your sleep uncomfortable!"
After listening to his words, Maxon frowned thickly: "Damn it, that old witch was right. Some time ago, I asked an old gypsy witch to tell my fortune. She said I had a fortune teller when I was one hundred and fifty years old. Disaster…”
"What's wrong? Was the grave dug up or were the bones gnawed by rats?"
"****! It was you who threw my bed! Haha!"
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