It was obvious that they had not appealed. Wang Bo asked Mueller strangely, would the Traffic Management Bureau just admit defeat
Mueller said the result was obvious. It was the Traffic Management Bureau that violated the law first, and they would not get a better result if they appealed. What's more important is that if the case becomes too big and gets picked up by the media, the Traffic Management Bureau will be embarrassed.
In China, ordinary people are unwilling to make trouble in court, while in New Zealand, government agencies are unwilling to go to court, because everyone sympathizes with the weak party, and compared with government agencies, ordinary people are the weak party no matter what they do.
The location agreed upon was in a single room in a coffee shop. Bowen said that the people from the Traffic Control Bureau might be playing dirty tricks, so he specially asked him to bring a gun and a police badge.
Before entering, Charlie grabbed his shoulder and said: "Wang, be careful when you go in. Breaking the cup is a warning. If you think there is a problem, break the tableware inside! And if we hear the sound of tableware breaking inside, How about rushing the copycat in quickly?"
"Yes, boss, we will definitely protect you." The Mexican handsome boy nodded vigorously and said. Although he and Wang Bo knew each other the latest, he admired Lao Wang the most.
Wang Bo's heroic appearance that day when he knocked down a group of hooligans with his bare hands shocked him greatly.
Hearing what they all said, Wang Bo became nervous subconsciously and said, "Fake, isn't this a peace talk? What do you mean? Isn't it a dragon's pool and a tiger's den inside?"
"As an old Chinese saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst!" Charlie once again demonstrated his China-savvy characteristics.
The cowboy clenched his fists and said: "Boss, you go in, if there is any problem, we will fight to death. Guys, listen up, don't be soft or afraid when the time comes!"
"Definitely! But boss, how do you calculate the cost of drinks?"
"Reimbursement of public funds!" Lao Wang must do this.
After arriving at the coffee shop, a waiter took him into a private room. Officials and lawyers from the Traffic Management Bureau were already waiting inside. There were four of them in total. The official who signed the contract with him last time did not come, and this time they all had unfamiliar faces.
Lao Wang relaxed after taking a quick look. There was only a middle-aged man in his forties and the others were all in their fifties. Together they were no match for him.
Then he realized that he had been tricked by the three men under him. They came here deliberately to drink.
The official from the Traffic Management Bureau introduced himself as Napier Lowry, who is responsible for road and bridge projects. He is the person in charge of the Sunset Town section of Route 8.
Napier took out a new contract and negotiated with him the land use fee for this section of the road. Obviously they were in a dilemma now. The project had already been invested and built. If Wang Bo opened his mouth, he really didn't know what to do.
Now Napier can only scold the subordinates who were responsible for the contract, who really took advantage of small things and suffered big losses.
But Wang Bo didn't make it difficult for him. What he wanted was the market price. One kilometer every ten years costs NZD 40,000, and the whole journey is 45 kilometers. It costs NZD 1.8 million every ten years. According to the land lease usage rules, payment must be made in advance!
Napier is already satisfied with this result, because the New Zealand Transport Agency originally planned to provide such funds to solve road land use issues.
Mueller was quite surprised and whispered: "I thought you would bite a piece of their flesh."
Lao Wang said seriously: "I just want to be fair and hope that the road will be repaired as soon as possible. This will be more beneficial to my town."
Mueller looked at him a little differently, and it was clear that Lao Wang's overall view was beyond his expectation.
With the arrival of 1.8 million, Wang Bo's pocket suddenly became thicker!
At the beginning, the sports meeting and the sole trader got a total of nearly 1.4 million, plus more than 500,000 in town construction funds and red box money. In total, he now has nearly 4 million New Zealand dollars in his hands!
Equivalent to RMB 16 million!
Of course, he still owes Lee Chemical $500,000 and has yet to pay it back.
Lao Wang has never had so much money, and he is now sure that this trip to New Zealand is the right one.
He is really a coward to death and a coward to death. If he was too afraid to go abroad to find out the reason when he got the heart of the lord, he would never be as prosperous as he is today!
There is food in the tank and he does not panic. With money in his pocket, Lao Wang becomes more courageous. He wants to start building a small town!
Again, if he wanted to be rich and have children, he would have to build more roads. He had no choice but to first find a way to build roads. Build a road from the foot of Castle Hill to Route 8.
After a friendly separation from the people from the Traffic Management Bureau, Wang Bo asked as soon as he left the house: "Is there a better construction company in Aocheng? I want to build roads, highways!"
Charlie threw him a piece of paper with two phone numbers written on it, and said: "These are the two construction companies that are best at building roads in Auckland, but they can only build third-class highways, first-class highways like Highway 8." They can't do it."
"Thank you, Lao Cha, I owe you another favor!"
"Don't talk nonsense, damn, you owe me countless favors!"
What Lao Wang is building is a third-level road. The cost of building a first-level road is too high, so it means paving it together with real money and silver to form a road. And it is not necessary. This is just a rural road.
He looked at the information on the paper and saw that there was a construction company called Tianyuan Jushi. The name was quite interesting. The boss's name is even more interesting. His transliterated name is Pastor Porter, but the real meaning is pastoral poet.
Porter lived not far from them. He bought a villa in the suburbs, so Wang Bo killed him that day.
The small town has a small population, so construction does not matter planning. However, the construction of suburban villas is very organized and well-proportioned. The small buildings are hidden among the green trees and green grass, which makes people look very pleasing to the eye.
"This is the secret of architecture, the unity of nature and man, and the pursuit of defeat in isolation." Lao Wang commented in a pretense of culture.
Charlie said: "These villas are the masterpieces of rural residents. As far as I know from my investigation, Potter is a very interesting guy. You will know it when you meet him."
When they arrived at their destination, as soon as they parked the car, a group of dogs ran out, including Labradors, Scottish shepherds, pugs, and golden retrievers. More than a dozen big and small guys roared at them.
There was also a vicious wolf-like dog that rushed up, its blue eyes emitting a faint cold light, and stood defiantly not far away, staring at them.
After seeing this vicious dog, the Mexican handsome boy said solemnly: "Be careful, look at this dog's eyes, there is murderous intent! This is a killer in nature. It won't open its mouth easily. If it opens its mouth, it will kill!"
Wang Bo looked at it and said, "Why do I feel like this guy gave up in Siberia?"
"What?"
"Captain of the demolition brigade."
"don't know."
"Husky!"
"Yes, this is a husky." Bowen nodded and said. He liked this kind of dog. Of course, Wang Bo understood that likes flock together, and bad cowboys also like bad dogs.