1390 1373. Maori Carrying a Pole (4/5)

Chapter 1390 1373. Maori Carrying a Pole (45)

The overall law and order environment in New Zealand is still very good, and conflicts between the police and the public are rare.

Although the Maori are arrogant and savage by nature, but because of the majesty of the mayor Wang Bo and the fact that the police did not act violently, the women did not resist, but just watched dissatisfied.

Wang Bo made a phone call, and two large pickup trucks drove over, loaded up all the stalls in the square, and dragged them to the courtyard of the government office building together.

The women were taken away and all sent to the conference room.

Wang Bo arranged for Atulu to take the police to conduct an interrogation and fine him according to the usual regulations.

Seeing that they really wanted to pay, the Maori women became angry and put on a posture of non-violence and non-cooperation.

Atulu wanted to enforce it, but was scratched by a woman, half of his face turned red immediately.

Seeing this, Wang Bo's face darkened, and he said sharply, "Arrest me for assaulting the police!"

Atulu waved his hand and said, "Boss, no need, I will take care of my own affairs!"

Wang Bo remembered how ruthless he was when he led the Maori Police Force, so he nodded and let him handle the matter.

Atulu didn't bother with the woman himself, he made a phone call, and soon there was the sound of heavy footsteps outside, the door of the conference room opened, and his wife Lily appeared.

Lily's burly body is also top-notch among the women present. Wang Bo wonders whether the status of Maori men is maintained by the size of their wives?

Seeing the slap marks on her man's face, Lily shouted: "Whoever hit my man, stand up for me!"

The woman who scratched Atulu's paw disappeared and shrank in the crowd.

Atulu came to his senses, turned around and pointed at her and said, "My wife, it's her!"

A tigress battle started immediately, Lily rushed up and slapped the woman, and growled: "You dare touch my old lady's man! You are so bold, which hand touched it? How dare you fight back? I want to fight back today." Tear off your stinky face!"

Wang Bo took a good step back subconsciously, the fighting power of these Maori women is terrible.

Lily and the fat woman were like sumo wrestlers, and they fought quite neatly. You retreated, pulled and kicked, and quickly knocked the table in the conference room crooked.

Uncle Bing, who wanted to maintain order, was also scared when he saw this scene, and retreated to Wang Bo's side without hesitation.

Wang Bo smiled wryly and said, "Now I understand why Atulu is afraid of his wife. If I have such a wife, it's hard to say whether I can live until now."

Uncle Bing said: "Maori women are very powerful. In the early wave of European immigration wars, Maori women formed a team. Every time a battle started, one of them would dye their whole body red with deer blood and fight naked..."

As he spoke, he shook his head, "Xue Te, just thinking about it, you will know how shocking it is!"

Lily won in the end, riding the fat woman on her body and whipping her.

Wang Bo winked at Atulu and said, "Go, pull them away."

Atulu shook his head and said, "I dare not. Every time my wife doesn't feel good about beating someone, I won't let her stop, otherwise she will continue beating me."

Wang Bo: "..."

After a scuffle, it was much easier to collect money later, and the women paid the fines honestly.

Charging a fine could not solve the problem. The next day, Wang Bo asked Atulu to notify all the Maori, saying that he would pay for a party in the tribe to solve the problem.

"Boss, how to solve it?" Conley asked distressed.

Wang Bo said: "I don't understand, why these people don't want to go to the farmers' market to sell jade?"

Atulu said: "It's not that they don't want to go, but we think it's shameful to be a farmer. Isn't it also embarrassing to set up a stall at the farmer's market?"

Wang Bodao: "Shame? Earn money with your own labor. What's the shame? You Maori are willing to do odd jobs, be gardeners, and work on farms. Isn't that shameful?"

"There are very few people who go to work on the farm, but if it is enforced, they are willing to go to the farmers' market." Atulu said.

Wang Bo thought for a while, and said: "Actually, it's okay not to go to the farmers' market, but you are not allowed to set up stalls on the roadside or in public places. If you still want to do business, I suggest you get a small cart, or use a pole to carry it." With a stall, that’s fine.”

Atulu asked: "Will this not hinder the traffic?"

Wang Bo waved his hand and said, "Don't you understand? Obstructing the traffic is just a random reason I found. The main reason is that I don't want these stalls to become psoriasis and affect the image of the town!"

Atulu suddenly realized, and said: "That's fine, I think they are willing to accept this method, but what is a shoulder pole?"

There are no poles in New Zealand, and there are very few large bamboo forests in this country.

Compared with the industrious and intelligent Chinese, the Maori can really only be called barbarians.

Wang Bo watched some programs introducing the life of the Maori people in the past. They could only lift, hug, carry and lift things by themselves.

If the things are heavy or messy, they have to pack them up and find two people to carry them with sticks. Take buckets to fetch water, that is, a Maori can only carry one bucket at most.

However, Maori are often tall, strong and powerful, so they don't feel tired when carrying a bucket in one hand.

Wang Bo showed Atulu the shoulder pole on the Internet, and said, "This one is carried on the shoulder, and the front and rear ends can carry things. Have you never seen it?"

Atulu nodded suddenly: "Yes, I saw it in Oakland, but I don't know what it is for."

The poles sold in New Zealand are all craft poles, painted in various colors, some are carved with patterns, and the materials are not limited to bamboo products, but also plastic products.

After figuring out how to use the shoulder pole, Atulu suggested not to open the party so early, and to sweep for a while, and then wait for the pole to be delivered, and give it out as a gift at the party.

Such a slap and a jujube can buy people's hearts very well, and can also make his compatriots restrain themselves through a period of governance.

Wang Bo nodded and decided to implement it in this way.

After collecting the fine, he returned everything to the Maori, but some people were selling fruit cherries, which would rot quickly after being stored, and it was not easy to sell them, so he bought them all.

But the cherries are delicious, sweet and sour, juicy and juicy, this wave is not bad.

The poles were delivered a week later, and during this week, Sunset Town launched a comprehensive crackdown, and no one was allowed to set up stalls on the roadside or in public places.

In early February, Wang Bo held a party in a Maori village, namely Hakari.

A large amount of poultry, duck and fish meat was transported into the village, and the Maori gathered early. They didn't care about the fact that Wang Bo led the police to sweep their stalls in the past few days, and they were all waiting to eat.

Wang Bo took this opportunity to explain that stalls were not allowed, and then took out the poles, and gave one to each household.

These shoulder poles are matched with gorgeously shaped baskets, and the baskets are layered, so that handicrafts can be put in for sale.

After seeing the shoulder pole, Maori women were very interested and quickly accepted this emerging tool.