569. 555. Painting All People (1/5)

Chapter 569 555. Paint the People (15)

Wang Bo called Atulu, and a dozen pickup trucks drove over.

There was too much exterior wall paint to be used this time. He bought more than 200 barrels, and they were all large barrels, so he couldn't pull them back with only one or two pickup trucks.

Back to the town with these exterior wall paints, someone greeted me just after parking, and asked, "Hey, mayor, do you want to paint the exterior walls of the house?"

Wang Bodao: "Yes, we should take good care of these houses, right? It is my duty as the mayor to protect the beauty of the town."

"But I heard that you employ a lot of Maori? The wages are not low, right?"

Wang Bo shrugged: "The New Zealand currency has depreciated so much these days. To be able to spend this money to hire people, to be honest, I already thank God for loving me."

The middle-aged man who spoke laughed loudly, and then said: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. If you shout, we will finish the work of painting the walls of the house."

Buildings in residential areas are allowed to be sold by Wang Bo, and the price is very low. As for the buildings in the town center, he almost only leases them, and of course the rent is very cheap.

He can ignore the sold houses, but these rented houses are still in his name, and he has to rely on these houses to make money later, so he has to be responsible for the painting work himself.

It's just that it's miserable. He sells very few houses now, and most of them are leased.

This is in line with New Zealand's national conditions. New Zealanders do not have a plot to buy a house. The main reason is that the country's household registration is not related to the house and land, so people do not have the concept of buying a house.

For young people, buying a house is a hassle, renting a house is cheaper and more flexible, so they can go wherever they want, and once they buy a house, most people need a loan, which will lock them in the local area.

Many people came to Sunset Town, except for the parents who came from the famous ACG school, others because of the town's scenery, cheap rent, and the economic development potential brought by Highway 8.

And Wang Bo has also seen these potentials, so he leases the house in the town center and sells the house in the residential area.

As a result, people want to buy houses in the commercial area in the town center but he doesn't sell them, and the residential houses he wants to sell are not bought, which eventually leads to him having to hire someone to paint the house...

In fact, the situation was more optimistic than he thought. He learned that he had prepared tools and exterior wall paint to maintain the house. Many people came to get the paint themselves, instead of Wang Bo arranging someone to paint the walls.

In this sunny afternoon, there was a long queue in the supermarket square, and people came to pick up exterior wall paint and tools.

In the newly opened New World Boutique Supermarket opposite, the store manager and waiters were dumbfounded. They were blocked by the crowd and couldn't see what they were doing. They thought the department store was crazy about selling things.

The bearded store manager who likes the unspoken rules of female subordinates also came to line up, but Anderson saw him and teased: "Hey, Nelson, are you going to paint the exterior of the house too? I don't think it's necessary, your supermarket Isn't it just built?"

Only then did the bearded store manager realize that he had made an oolong, but he turned away embarrassedly, and said forcefully: "Of course, our supermarket is brand new, which is different from your old supermarket, but if we can paint the exterior wall again, wouldn't it be better?" Is it better?"

Anderson shrugged and said, "Yes, it's better, but are you sure you can paint? If you hire workers to paint the walls, then you have to draw the curtains in the office tightly so that people don't see things they shouldn't see. "

Nelson blushed immediately: "Fack, what are you talking about!"

Anderson giggled and said, "What do you think? Do you need me to explain more clearly?"

How could the bearded store manager not know what he was talking about, he cursed a few times in guilt, then turned around and left. To be honest, he was really afraid that Anderson would show any evidence.

Wang Bo, Atulu, Uncle Bing and others received a share of exterior wall paint, and they also had to work. The town government office building has been under construction for more than two years, and mold spots have grown on some places on the exterior walls.

Hill, who was typing on the keyboard in front of the computer, saw them coming back with exterior wall paint, and his face was full of confusion: "What are you doing?"

"It's not 'you', it's 'us', we want to change the house together, come on, you have to work too." Wang Bo said happily.

Hill said reluctantly: "The great writer is creating, and his writing is like a spring..."

"Even if you are Wen Siru with diabetes insipidus, you have to work for me!" Wang Bo said viciously.

There were a lot of dirty things on the walls outside the building, and even some moss grew on the back of the house in the shade. Atulu wiped it with his hands, shook his head and said, "It can't be wiped off."

"To deal with these stains, you have to use a wire brush or a high-pressure water gun to remove the dirt on the surface, and then dry it before repainting." A voice sounded, and Wang Bo looked back. It was Sura, a Somali cleaner. di.

The big black man in the blue overalls laughed, "I'll help you, mayor, and I bet there's no one in town who's better at cleaning these things than I am."

Wang Bodao: "If you want to earn some extra money, then I can hire you, do you have painting experience?"

Suradi shook his head and said, "No, mayor, I don't want money. I'll help you. This is what I should do, right? I mean, I've always hoped to help you do something."

It would be better to have a helper, Wang Bo gave him a high five, and then arranged for the Mexican pretty boy to prepare a high-pressure water gun to spray all these things away.

Suradi looked at the outer wall, took the scraper and scraped it on a piece of old paint that had exploded, and he introduced: "This thing can't be kept, otherwise even if the new paint can hold them down, it will burst soon. open."

From noon to afternoon, many people in the whole town were walking around the house, making some tourists or passers-by driving by confused, thinking that this was some kind of big cleaning of the whole town.

Before four o'clock, under the guidance of Suradi and Hani, Wang Bo and others first applied the primer to the house. The topcoat should not be applied when the sun is strong during the day, otherwise it will dry too fast and cause the surface paint to wrinkle or burst.

It doesn't take long to touch up the primer, it's a new house after all, just occasional cracks in the primer.

Wang Bo looked at the patch-like painting on the originally beautiful white building, shook his head and said, "This house is too laborious to maintain."

Hani said bluntly: "Boss, it's just that the quality of the paint used in the building block house you bought is too poor. In fact, maintenance is not so troublesome."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's only been two years. In theory, the primer shouldn't be cracked. The primer should be much more durable than the topcoat. I remember that my house didn't need a primer until five years later."

Wang Bo: "Made, profiteer!"

It didn't take long to touch up the primer, and it dried in an hour. In the rest of the time, they painted the north wall of the small building on the shady side.