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By All-Metal Shell
After training for one afternoon, the little Rottweilers finally learned to sit down, stand up, not move, and can take four moves.
When the training was over, Wang Boyi spoke and found that his vocal cords were the same as broken, and his voice was hoarse. It was very ugly.
Mexican clams quickly gave him a cup of tea and said: "Hey, drink some water and moisten the scorpion, you shouted too much."
Pharaoh’s grief is incomparable: "How are these dogs so stupid?"
Bowen shrugged: "Hey, they are not stupid, but normal. You can't expect all dogs to be as clever as a strong man."
Speaking of this, Charlie wondered and said: "This can't be said. The strong man is a Mastiff dog. Their IQ is much lower than Rottweiler."
"The reason is very simple. The strong man is the genius in the dog." Little Battier said happily.
The overbearing president agreed to nod, and looked at his son with love and pity: "Yes, it is a genius. Do you know how it becomes a genius? Because the strong can eat, it has a good appetite and it is smart to eat."
In order to help his son establish a normal diet, the overbearing president is also quite a fight.
Wang Bo pressed down the palm of his hand, and the puppies sat down, carrying a small head and staring at him curiously.
This action they did was very neat. After seeing Charlie, several people were surprised: "Well, don't you say that these Rottweiler are stupid? Hey, how clever they are!"
"This is also called smart?!"
"Fuck, this is not smart, what is smart?! To know that they are dogs, they are dogs, they are not people!"
Wang Bo was silent and looked at a few Princes, and the princes stared at him with a strange little look. It seems that you know that we are so powerful.
After two days, Battier found him and said: "Wang, I want to ask you something, you see, I have been away from the bank for more than a month. If I don't go back, I can't say it."
Indeed, Wang Bo nodded, and the overbearing president stayed in the castle for a long time. He only used his phone to direct his men every day. He once envied Lao Wang: he was the boss of the family and he was more leisurely.
"Now I have to deal with some things in the bank, so I want to ask you, man, help me take care of my son? I will be very grateful to you!"
Battier looked at Wang Bo sincerely, at this moment he is no longer a financial crocodile, but an ordinary father who cares about his son.
Wang Bo agreed, and Battier was savvy and sensible, but he was much more cared for than the little Hani’s bear child.
For Battier, Pharaoh is very good. This is a person with high emotional intelligence. It is reasonable to say that his character and the castle are all in the sky, but he is the best one to talk in.
Seeing that he had promised, Battier looked at his son, and his expression was very unbearable: "Damn, I really want to quit the job, I have to stay with my son, damn, I owe him too much!"
Wang Bo was surprised: "Old bus, my good buddy, as far as I know, you have done enough."As a bank president, he is willing to give up his work for more than a month in order to accompany his son. This is not something that ordinary sons can make.
The face of the overbearing president showed a sad and sad expression on his face. He murmured: "No, man, I am not doing well enough. I have done too little, too late."
Pharaoh felt that there was another story inside. He looked for a small bench and wanted to sit down and listen to the president telling the story. As a result, the president did not pay attention to him. After he finished, he looked at the scenery under the mountain and began to smoke.
The smog is smoky and the water is like water.
After lunch, Battier left by helicopter. Little Battier waved his hand, but his expression was light. Wang Bo looked at him strangely. He shrugged: "Get used to it."
Pharaoh didn’t know what to say. Little Hani came over and said enviously: “Your father is very kind to you.”
Little Battier stunned his head and shook his head. He didn't seem to agree with Xiao Hani's statement. Zhuang Ding came out and kept shaking the dog's head. He didn't know what he was doing. Little Battier was happy and chased the strong man. .
At the door, Xiao Wang’s stood up. It slanted and walked two steps and fell again. The mood was suddenly frustrated. He looked at the door and looked at the old Wang’s cries.
Pharaoh walked helplessly and gave it a hug. Xiao Wang used his big head to squat in his arms, so that he was encouraged and his emotions were happy again.
After two days, a strange phone called in. After Wang Bo was connected, he said: "The mayor, I am Sanders, my girlfriend, their one is ready to leave the town of the wanderer. What do you think? ”
Lao Wang did not hesitate and said: "Can you help me with my appointment? I want to talk to their patriarch."
The Maori is 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 groups often fought.
Later, when the British and French people arrived, the Maori began to fight with the enemy, but they still maintained the title and tradition of their own tribe. In this respect, the Maori were very stubborn. Until now, although there is a Maori settlement, there may be many former tribes.
Every Maori tribe has a patriarch, but it is very interesting that their patriarchs are not necessarily the most burly and powerful people of the tribe, not necessarily the most intelligent people, not necessarily the richest people.
Although Pharaoh knew this common sense, he was surprised to see the Maori who came to talk to him: he was an acquaintance. When he first came to the city, Moi’s nosebleed loan shark company found several people to intimidate him. One is this.
He was very impressed with this person. This guy is full of tattoos such as a poisonous fish drug lord. He is more than two meters tall and weighs more than 200 kilograms. He was regarded as BOSS at that time, and he was the only guy who didn't put it down.
Seeing this person, Wang Bo’s mouth twitched and asked: “You are, the patriarch of your family?”
The big man looked at him nervously and nodded, with a vague mutter: "My name is A Tulu, my grandmother is the Otto priest, I am the patriarch."After listening to him, Pharaoh is a glimpse: "Do you speak English? When you were in a hotel conflict, what do you say about Maori?"
Dahan A Tulu swallowed his mouth and embarrassed and scratched his head: "I was scared at the time..."
Wang Bo was almost caught up in this statement. How did the Maori choose the patriarch? Is it according to weight?
Seeing that he did not speak, A Tulu was again uneasy. He whispered, "Is it, is it that it has passed? I was sent to prison, I was punished, I am miserable..."
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