Chapter 180 176. Contact the Maori (8/10, Ask for a Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 180 176. Contact the Maori (810, ask for a monthly ticket)

After a whole afternoon of training, the little Rottweilers finally learned the four movements of sitting down, standing up, not moving, and walking.

When the training was over, when Wang Bo spoke, he was horrified to find that his vocal cords seemed to be broken, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

The handsome Mexican quickly made him a cup of tea and said, "Boss, drink some water to moisten your throat, you are shouting too hard."

Old Wang was extremely sad and angry: "Why are these dogs so stupid?"

Bowen shrugged and said, "Boss, they are not stupid, but normal. You can't expect all dogs to be as smart as a strong man."

Speaking of this, Charlie became puzzled, and said: "It doesn't make sense, the strong man is a Mastiff, and the IQ of their race is much lower than that of the Rottweiler."

"The reason is very simple. The strong man is a genius among the mastiffs." Little Battier said happily.

The domineering president nodded in agreement, looked at his son lovingly and said, "Yes, it is a genius, do you know how it became a genius? Because strong men can eat, it has a good appetite, and if it eats a lot, it will be smart."

In order to help his son establish a normal eating concept, the domineering president also worked hard.

Wang Bo pressed down his palms, and the puppies sat down, raising their heads and staring at him curiously.

They did this action very neatly. After seeing it, Charlie and the others were surprised: "Wang, didn't you say that these Rottweilers are stupid? Look, how smart they are!"

"Is this smart?!"

"Fuck, this is not smart, what is smart?! You know, they are dogs, they are dogs, they are not humans!"

Wang Bo was silent for a while and looked at the princes, and the princes also stared at him with strange little eyes, as if to say that now you know how powerful we are, right?

Two days later, Battier found him and said, "Wang, I want to ask you one thing. You see, I have been away from the bank for more than a month. If I don't go back, it will be unreasonable."

Indeed, Wang Bo nodded. The domineering president has stayed in the castle long enough this time. He only commands his subordinates by phone every day, which once made Lao Wang envious: Look at what the boss does, how leisurely he is.

"There's something I have to do with the bank right now, so I want to ask you, buddy, to take care of my son, please? I'd be very grateful!"

Battier looked at Wang Bo and said sincerely, at this moment he is no longer a powerful financial crocodile, but an ordinary father who cares about his son.

Wang Bo agreed, and little Battier is well-behaved and sensible, but he is much more honest and easy to take care of than little Hani.

For Battier, Lao Wang has a good impression. He is a person with a high emotional intelligence. It stands to reason that his worth and castles are like heaven and earth, but he is the best talker in the relationship.

Seeing that he agreed, Battier looked at his son with a very unbearable expression: "Damn it, I really want to quit that job, I have to be by my son's side, damn it, I owe him too much!"

Wang Bo was surprised and said: "Old Ba, my good buddy, as far as I know, what you have done is good enough."

As a bank president, he is willing to give up his job for more than a month in order to be with his son, which is not something that ordinary sons can do.

The domineering president's face showed a rare sad expression, and he murmured: "No, buddy, I didn't do well enough, I did too little, and it was too late."

Lao Wang felt that there was some story in it. He looked for a small bench and wanted to sit down and listen to the CEO tell a story, but the CEO ignored him. After speaking, he looked at the scenery down the mountain and began to smoke.

The smoke is misty, and the melancholy is like water.

After lunch, Battier left by helicopter. Little Battier kept shaking his hands, but his expression was calm. Wang Bo looked at him strangely. He shrugged and said, "I'm used to it."

Lao Wang didn't know what to say, so little Hani came over and said enviously, "Your father treats you so well."

Little Battier shook his head in disappointment, as if he didn't agree with what Little Hani said. The young man came out and kept shaking his dog's head, wondering what he was doing. Little Battier suddenly became happy and ran after the young man. .

At the door, Xiao Wang stood up staggeringly, it took two crooked steps and fell down again, feeling a little depressed at once, lying at the door watching Lao Wang and screaming.

Lao Wang reluctantly walked over to give it a hug, and Xiao Wang rubbed his big head in his arms, so that he was encouraged, and his mood became happy again.

Two days later, a strange call came in, and Wang Bo said, "Mayor, I'm Saunders, my girlfriend and the others are about to leave Homeless Town, what do you think? "

Old Wang said without hesitation, "Can you make an appointment for me? I want to talk to their patriarch."

The Maori are a very chaotic nation. This chaos refers to the composition. Before the arrival of the British and French colonists, this land belonged to the Maori. At that time, there were many ethnic groups, and the major ethnic groups often fought.

Later, when the British and French came, the Maori began to fight against each other, but they still maintained their own tribal titles and traditions. The Maori were very stubborn in this regard. Until now, although a Maori settlement may have multiple previous tribes.

And every Maori tribe has a patriarch, but what is interesting is that their patriarch is not necessarily the tallest and most powerful person in the tribe, not necessarily the smartest person, and not necessarily the richest person.

Although Lao Wang knew this common sense, he was still surprised when he saw this Maori who came to talk to him: he was an acquaintance. One is this one.

He was very impressed with this guy. This guy was covered with tattoos of fierce fish and poisonous scorpions. He was more than two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. He was regarded as a BOSS by him at the time, and he was the only guy he didn't take down.

Seeing this person, the corner of Wang Bo's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Are you, the patriarch of your clan?"

The big man looked at him with some unease and nodded, and muttered vaguely: "My name is Atulu, my grandmother is the priest of Aotutu, and I am the patriarch."

After hearing what he said, Old Wang was taken aback again: "You can speak English? Then when we had a conflict in the hotel, how did you speak Maori?"

The big man Atulu swallowed his saliva, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I was so scared..."

Wang Bo was almost choked by these words. How on earth did the Maori choose their patriarch? Is it by weight?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Atulu became uneasy again. He whispered: "That matter, can we let it go? I was sent to prison because of this, and I was punished. I was miserable..."