The bickering between the two old men was an eye-opener for Wang Bo. The two were really sharp-tongued and could use their hands. More than once, the old Peterson hit Maxson with a pipe, and Maxson finally drew his saber.
This is the friendship between old-school men. Wang Bo watched with ease and enjoyed it. The deep affection between the two moved him deeply.
After fighting for five minutes, the two suddenly burst out laughing again.
Maxon stretched out his hand to Wang Bo and said, "I'm kidding you. We two old guys do this every time we meet. Handsome mayor, I hope you are not scared by us."
Peterson also explained: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. I haven't been back to Ao City for a while recently, and this old guy refuses to go to Sunset Town, so I'm a little excited to meet again."
Wang Bo waved his hand and said: "You are too polite. I like brothers like you. I hope that when I reach your age, there will be people who can quarrel like me."
Peterson shook his head and said: "This is not good, boss. The reason why this old guy likes to quarrel is because he is an old bachelor. I quarreled with him out of pity for him. I don't want you to be a bachelor too, because Eva is the best person in the world." The best girl.”
"Your mayor is also the best young man in the world." Maxon laughed loudly. He shook Wang Bo's hand and continued, "Thank you for everything you have done for my old man. Seriously. , you saved this poor black guy, and you saved it by giving him this job.”
"It? This is a wonderful term." The old cowboy also laughed.
Maxson guessed the purpose of their arrival and let Wang Bo choose as he pleased. He said that in order to express his gratitude to Wang Bo for helping Peterson, he would provide a set of horse gear for free.
Wang Bo was embarrassed. Peterson smoked his pipe and said, "Don't worry, boss, this old bastard is not a generous person. You finally have a chance to kill him, do it hard!"
Maxson pointed at him and said: "But you know, you must know, I will make back all my losses on you!"
The two of them started bickering again, while Wang Bo wandered around the store by himself.
Everything inside was very delicately made. He picked up a riding whip and shook it. The bell at the end of the handshake jingled, and the whip made a crisp sound after drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
After choosing a riding crop, he also selected a pair of riding boots with the right shoe size. Looking at the traces of friction on the soles, he asked in surprise: "Are these handmade riding boots?"
New Zealand has realized industrial mechanization very early, but mechanically produced things are considered to lack spirituality. More people prefer handmade products. Of course, handmade products are much more expensive for the same products.
After listening to his words, Peterson said: "Everything here is handmade. My old man's family has been doing this work for generations. If you are interested, you can visit his handicraft workshop in the back later. "
Maxson smiled and said: "Not all of them are my works, there are others who put them on my behalf for sale. Of course, they are all handmade goods, don't worry about that."
When he said this, Wang Bo became interested. He stretched out his hand and took out a saber. The scabbard looked to be tanned calfskin. He held the handle and pulled it out, revealing a blade with a cold light shining in front of him.
"Is this knife also polished by hand?" he asked curiously.
Maxson nodded and said: "Handmade goods, but they are not polished. They need to purchase steel materials, forge them with a hydraulic hammer, pickle them quickly, and then use a machine tool to forge them. The final product is what you see."
Seeing the look of admiration on Wang Bo's face, he waved his hands in a low-key manner and continued: "This is a small craft. Modern machining has long been looked down upon. Only some nostalgic guys like this stuff."
Wang Bo looked around with interest and said, "How is your business here?"
Maxon shrugged and said, "That's it, maintaining a life and reminiscing about the past. Anyway, it's not bad."
Wang Bo asked: "If I provide you with a house in Sunset Town, would you be interested in moving to our place?"
Maxon smiled and shook his head after listening to it, obviously refusing.
But Wang Bo did not give up. He was very interested in this old-fashioned denim store. Just such a store, after going to a small town and integrating it into the tourism link, can support a whole life!
"Don't refuse in a hurry, cowboy. It's not just about money, or it's not about money. Go to my place. First of all, you can become neighbors with your black guys. Think about it. Every day after work, you sit together in your workshop. Let’s drink some wine and eat some good meat, and then discuss together how to build a beautiful harness, what a beautiful life?”
"Secondly, you have such a good craftsmanship, do you want to lose it? I didn't see that you have an apprentice. My town will soon launch tourism. You don't want to show the craftsmanship that your grandfather passed down to your father and your father passed on to you." Will more people come and take a look?”
"Look, this knife has your name on it, right? This is your name, so you don't want your name to reach a completely unfamiliar country? Let the Chinese and Americans know your reputation?"
Maxon began to rub his nose, and he said hesitantly: "This is not an exclusive secret skill of mine, it is some skills that have been eliminated."
"Existence is reasonable, cowboy. The techniques passed down by your grandfather and father will not be eliminated, but they need a new soil to survive."
Maxon shook his head stubbornly: "No, no, I won't leave. This store is also passed down from our family. I should stay here."
A high salary may not buy the loyalty of your employees, but it will definitely make them willing to help.
Peterson put down his pipe and encouraged Wang Bo: "Old man, what are you doing here? Drinking alone? Watching John Wayne movies alone? Die alone by the stove? Go ahead, Sunset Town is great. Go check it out, you’ll like it.”
Wang Bo decided to release the big news: "I know that old houses in New Zealand have integrated relocation structures. I can pay to move all your houses to our town. How about it?"
Maxson was shaken and said: "Let me think about it, mayor, let me think about it, this is my hometown..."
"Go to Tama's hometown. The place where there is wine, meat, and buddies is the hometown!" Peterson hugged him and stuffed his pipe into his mouth.
Maxon didn't mind it and took two hard puffs. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's still a bit sloppy, but if it's like you said, then why don't I move there?"
"Cowboys have to be motivated, that's it!" Peterson shouted, "It's time for the craftsmanship of your Maxson family to be brought to light! It's time for those cowboys who are playing with mobile phones and riding motorcycles to see what it means to be a knight. Got it!"