Wang Bo also shared Mondo's troubles, and as the mayor, he was even more troubled in this regard.
Although there are many residents in Sunset Town, there is still a shortage of professional talents, such as pipe repairmen, electricians, car mechanics, etc.
Why has he been working hard to improve the reputation and comfort of Sunset Town? Isn’t it to attract such talents? And now he realizes that he took the wrong path before.
Sunset Town's publicity campaign is fierce, and there are many people who like the town. However, there are very few talents emigrating. The reason is that the entire New Zealand countryside is lacking these talents.
As for the city? People who have adapted to city life will only come to the countryside for vacation, not to live in the countryside!
After all, this is a small country with too few talents.
After listening to Mundo's words, he had a new idea. Why not contact the New Zealand government and ask them to think of something for Sunset Town during immigration
This idea sounds a bit fanciful, but Lao Wang thinks it is completely feasible. I am a taxpayer, and Sunset Town is a big taxpayer. How can any town in New Zealand pay taxes as well as him? Is it appropriate to accept some preferential treatment in terms of policies
Lao Wang smiled with satisfaction when he came up with new ideas for talent introduction.
But soon he stopped laughing. Dogs are not allowed in the hotel. The boss explained: "We need to receive multiple customers. Some people are allergic to dog hair, and some people are afraid of dogs, especially such large and fierce dogs, so I don’t think I can allow you in.”
In New Zealand, bargaining is not very easy to do, especially in rural areas, where people are still very simple. No matter what they are doing business or doing, they will always give the lowest price.
However, the reserve price is not irreversible.
Mondo wanted to go up to talk to the boss, but Lao Wang waved his hand to stop him, then leisurely snapped his fingers to the strong man and said, "Sit down."
The strong man stuck out his big tongue and sat down obediently.
Wang Bo raised his hand and said, "Stand up, my dear."
The strong man stood up immediately, wagging his tail happily.
"Shake hands with this gentleman, um, say hello to him, say hello."
The strong man immediately raised a big, thick paw and let out a soft cry: "Woof, woof, woof!"
"What will happen to you if this gentleman doesn't allow you to stay with me?" Lao Wang knelt down and rubbed his forehead affectionately on its furry head.
These words are a bit enigmatic, and the strong man can't understand them.
But Lao Wang had a way. His back was turned to his boss, so he dipped his finger in some saliva and put it in the corner of his eye.
Seeing this, the strong man blinked and understood, and then tried to work up his emotions, looking at the boss pitifully with his eyes widened and his nose curled up.
But it is too difficult for it to cry.
The boss has relented. Who in the countryside has never raised a dog
New Zealand has a dog -loving culture. Everyone is a dog -loving person. If anyone dares to abuse dogs or eat dog meat in public, it is light to be scolded by being scolded. .
The boss helplessly shook the strong man's paw and said: "Okay, okay, handsome guy, I allow you to enter, but you can't scare other people. You are a big guy."
He reached out and touched the strong man's neck with a kind expression.
Wang Bo booked a business room, which was very spacious, just like a presidential suite, but the decoration was worse.
Leaving the castle to sleep always felt a little uncomfortable, and the strong man seemed to be the same way. He closed his eyes for a while, then climbed onto the bed and stared at Lao Wang.
Lao Wang kissed it hard on its forehead: "Go to sleep, this is a good night kiss."
"Ah, hold back your words! Ah, kiss me!" the little parrot stretched its neck and cried.
There was no choice but to give it a good night kiss.
In the middle of the night, the sound of pattering sounded. Wang Bo fell asleep and his sleep quality was not bad. He vaguely opened his eyes and looked outside. He turned around and hugged the strong man and fell asleep again.
When he opened his eyes in the morning, there was still the sound of pattering. When he looked outside, he realized that it was raining.
"Damn weather." He muttered and sat up.
The little parrot stretched its wings and stretched its body, and opened its mouth and said, "Ah, it's such a bad weather!"
"Can you please stop swearing!" Lao Wang nodded his head in anger.
The little parrot was pushed into the quilt by him. It struggled to get up and shouted: "Ah, what the hell taught me! Ah, what the hell, don't start it!"
Lao Wang choked at these words and said angrily: "Okay, we won't say bad words in the future."
He has the habit of running in the morning. When he went out, the blond boss greeted him: "Hi, buddy, I just passed by your door and heard something like a voice inside you?"
Lao Wang didn't bother to explain: "Oh, I'm on the phone."
Seeing him getting ready to go out, the boss kindly gave him an umbrella: "Hold your umbrella, the weather is so damn bad, it was snowing a few days ago, it seems like it's raining now!"
A voice immediately rang out from his pocket: "Ah, it's such a bad weather!"
Wang Bo really wanted to put a ball gag on the little parrot.
Under the surprised gaze of the boss, he took out the parrot from his pocket, threw it into the rain outside, and then walked in with an umbrella.
The little parrot immediately jumped back, stayed on his shoulder and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Ah, there is a lot of water! Ah, the fur is wet!"
Wang Bo thought about it and felt that these words were worse than swear words, so he gave the little parrot a brain-shattering...
Walking north from the villa hotel, an ancient street full of European style appeared. The smell of baking bread filled the street. The strong man kept licking his tongue. He was hungry.
Wang Bo found a bakery and bought two large loaves. They were freshly baked and soft and fragrant. He handed one to the young man, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. His mouth was filled with the aroma of wheat.
Next to the bakery is a European-style ham shop. This kind of ham is different from Chinese ham. It does not need to be steamed or fried and can be eaten raw.
The shop is filled with a dazzling array of pig hind legs, with clear texture and clean preservation. The appearance makes people appetizing.
The boss is a white woman whose arms are about as thick as Wang Bo’s thighs. She is very friendly. She smiled when she saw Lao Wang and asked, “Tourist?”
Wang Bo shook his head and said with a smile: "Farmer."
The white woman made an exaggerated expression of surprise: "I didn't know that a new farmer came to the town. Come on, what do you want to eat? Spanish ham? French ham? Munich ham?"
As she spoke, she skillfully cut off a thin slice with a knife for Wang Bo to taste.
Wang Bo ate a piece and looked up at the price. The white woman pointed to the one with the brightest luster and said: "Spanish black pig ham, this one is the most expensive, costing 500 New Zealand dollars per pound, but this is the best."
"So expensive?" he asked in surprise. Only the best deer shank meat from Sunset Ranch can be sold at this price.
This is the first time he has seen pork products selling for such a price in New Zealand! (.)