Chapter 700 685. Pork Can Be So Expensive (1/5)

Chapter 700 685. Pork Can Be So Expensive (15)

Wang Bo also has Mundo's troubles, and as the mayor, he is even more troubled in this regard.

Even though there are many residents in Sunset Town, there is still a shortage of professional talents, such as plumbing repairmen, electricians, auto mechanics, etc., are still in short supply.

Why has he been working hard to improve the reputation and living comfort of Sunset Town? Isn't it to attract this kind of talent? And now he realized that he had gone the wrong way before.

The propaganda offensive in Sunset Town is not insane, and there are not many people who like the town, but there are very few talents emigrating. The reason is that the entire New Zealand countryside is short of these talents.

As for the city? People who adapt to city life will only come to the country for vacation, not to settle in the country!

After all, this is a small country with too few talents.

After hearing what Mondo said, he had a new idea, why not contact the New Zealand government and ask them to think of a way for Sunset Town when immigrating?

This idea sounds a bit far-fetched, 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 as much as he does? It should also accept some preferential treatment in terms of policy, right?

With a new idea for talent introduction, Pharaoh laughed contentedly.

But soon he stopped laughing. The hotel doesn’t allow dogs to enter. The owner explained: “We need to receive many customers. I don't think I can let you in."

In New Zealand, bargaining is not very easy, especially in the countryside, people are still very simple, no matter what they do business or what they do, they always say the bottom price.

However, reserve prices are not immutable.

Mundo wanted to go up to get in touch with the boss, Lao Wang waved his hand to stop him, and then leisurely snapped his fingers at the young man and said, "Sit down."

The strong man stuck out his big tongue and sat down obediently.

Wang Bo raised his hand, "Stand up, dear."

The young man stood up immediately, wagging his tail cheerfully.

"Shake hands with this gentleman, um, say hello, say hello."

The strong man immediately raised a big thick paw and let out a soft cry: "Wow, woof!"

"If this gentleman doesn't allow you to stay with me, what will you do?" Lao Wang knelt down and rubbed his forehead on its hairy head affectionately.

These words are a bit unfathomable, and the strong man can't understand it.

But Lao Wang has a way. He turned his back to the boss, so he stretched out his fingers and dipped some saliva in the corner of his eyes.

Seeing this, the strong man blinked and understood, and then tried to brew his emotions, widening his eyes and curling his nose, looking at the boss pitifully.

But it can't cry, which is too difficult for it.

The boss has already softened his heart. Who in the township 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 shook the strong man's paw helplessly, and said: "Okay, okay, handsome guy, I allow you to enter, but don't scare other people, you are a big guy."

He reached out and touched the young man's neck with a kind expression on his face.

Wang Bo booked a business room, which is very spacious, similar to the presidential suite, but the decoration is worse.

Leaving the castle to sleep always felt a little uncomfortable, and the young man seemed to be in 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 the forehead: "Go to sleep, this is a good night kiss."

"Ah, hold back! Oh, kiss me!" cried the little parrot, stretching its neck.

No way, Lao Wang had no choice but to give it a good night kiss.

In the middle of the night, there was a pattering sound. After Wang Bo fell asleep, his sleep quality was not bad. He opened his eyes and looked out vaguely. 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 drizzling, but when he looked outside, he realized that it was raining.

"What the hell weather." He muttered and sat up.

The little parrot stretched its wings and made a posture of stretching its waist, then opened its mouth and said, "Ah, what a ghost weather!"

"Damn it, can you stop swearing!" Old Wang nodded his head with hatred.

The little parrot was pushed into the quilt by him, and it struggled to get up and shouted: "Ah, Nima taught you! Ah, Nima doesn't start!"

Old Wang choked on these words, and said resentfully: "Okay, we will stop swearing in the future."

He has the habit of jogging in the morning, and when he goes out, the blond boss greets him: "Hi, man, I passed by your door just now and heard something talking inside you?"

Old Wang didn't bother to explain: "Oh, I'm on the phone."

Seeing that he was about to go out, the boss kindly gave him an umbrella: "Use an umbrella, this damn weather, it was snowing a few days ago, it seems to be raining now!"

A voice immediately rang out from the pocket: "Ah, the weather!"

Wang Bo really wanted to put a gag on the little parrot.

Under the surprised eyes 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 jumped back immediately, and muttered dissatisfiedly on his shoulder: "Ah, there is a lot of water! Ah, the hair is wet!"

Wang Bo thought about it, and felt that the words were more dirty than swear words, and then he gave the little parrot a brain collapse...

Going north from the villa hotel, an ancient street full of European style appeared. The smell of baked bread permeated the street, and the strong man kept licking his tongue. He was hungry.

Wang Bo went to the bakery and bought two large loaves. The freshly baked ones were soft and fragrant. He handed one to the young man, tore a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. His mouth was filled with the smell of wheat.

Next to the bakery is a European-style ham shop. This kind of ham is different from Chinese ones. It doesn’t need to be steamed and fried, and it can be eaten raw.

The store is filled with a variety of pig hind legs, with clear texture and clean preservation. The appearance makes people appetizing.

The boss is a Caucasian woman with arms about the thickness of Wang Bo's thigh. She is very friendly. When she saw Lao Wang, she smiled 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?"

While speaking, she skillfully cut a thin slice with a knife for Wang Bo to taste.

Wang Bo ate a piece and looked up at the price. The Caucasian woman pointed to the brightest one and said, "Spanish black pig ham, this one is the most expensive, 500 New Zealand dollars a pound, but it is the best."

"So expensive?" He was surprised. The best venison meat in Sunset Ranch can only be sold at this price.

This is the first time he has seen pork products sold at such a price in New Zealand!