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Meng Duo’s distress, Wang Bo also has, and as the mayor, he is even more distressed in this regard.
There are quite a few residents in the town of Sunset, but the lack of professional talents, such as plumbers, electricians, auto mechanics, etc., are still lacking.
Why has he been working hard to improve the reputation and comfort of the town? Still not to attract such talents? Then now he found that he had gone the wrong way before.
The propaganda campaign in the town of Johor is not too violent. The people who like the town are not too few, but the situation of talent migration is very small. The reason is that the whole New Zealand village lacks these talents.
As for the city? People who adapt to urban life will only come to the country for a holiday instead of coming to the country to settle down!
After all, this is a small country, and there are too few talents.
After listening to Mundo, he had a new idea. Why not contact the New Zealand government and let them think about the way to the sunset town when they immigrated?
It sounds like this is a bit of a fantasy, but Pharaoh feels completely feasible. Laozi is a taxpayer. Sunset Town is a big taxpayer. How can New Zealand taxpayers compare to him? Is it okay to accept preferential treatment on the policy?
With the introduction of talents, Lao Wang smiled with satisfaction.
But soon he couldn’t laugh, the hotel didn’t let the dog enter, the boss explained: “We need to receive a lot of customers, some people are allergic to dog hair, some people are afraid of dogs, especially such large dogs, so I think I can't allow you to enter."
In New Zealand, bargaining is not very good, especially in the countryside, people are still very simple, no matter what business or do, what they say is the reserve price.
However, the reserve price is not unchangeable.
Mondo had to go up with the boss to pull the relationship, Pharaoh put his hand to stop, and then leisurely to the strong Ding called: "Sit down."
Zhuang Ding spit with a big tongue and sat down.
Wang Bo raised his hand and said, "Stand up, dear."
The strong man stood up and swayed his tail cheerfully.
"Handshake with this gentleman, um, say hello to him, say hello."
Zhuang Ding immediately raised a thick big claw and made a soft cry: "Wang, Wang Wang!"
"If the gentleman does not allow you to stay with me, what would you like?" The old king's forebeard's forehead smashed on his head.
This is a bit unpredictable, and Zhuang Ding can't understand it.
But Pharaoh had a way, he would face his boss, and he would lick his fingers and lick his eyes in his eyes.
Seeing this, Zhuang Ding blinked and understood, then tried to brew emotions, widened his eyes, and curled his nose and looked at the boss pitifully.
But crying, it is too difficult for it.
The boss has been soft-hearted, who has not raised a dog in the township?
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, then the beggars are light and the sentence is fined and sentenced. .The boss reluctantly grasped the claws of the strong man and said, "Okay, okay, handsome, I allow you to enter, but you can't scare other people, you are a big man."
He reached out and touched the neck of the strong man, his expression was kind.
Wang Bo has booked a business room with a lot of space, just like the presidential suite, but the decoration is worse.
Leaving the castle to sleep, I always feel a little uncomfortable. It seems that the young man is also like this. He closes his eyes and then climbs to the bed and squints at the pharaoh.
Pharaoh took a hard breath on his forehead: "Sleep, this is a good night kiss."
"Ah, hey! oh, kiss me!" the little parrot shouted at the neck.
No way, Pharaoh had to give it a good night kiss.
In the middle of the night, the sound of the patter was heard. After Wang Bo was asleep, the quality of sleep was good. He looked away with a blur and opened his eyes. He turned and hugged him and slept.
I opened my eyes in the morning and there was a pattering sound. He looked out and found out that it was raining.
"This ghost weather." He muttered and sat up.
The little parrot stretched his wings and made a stretch of posture. He also opened his mouth and said, "Oh, step on the weather!"
"Nima can't say swearing!" The old king hated the iron and made it to his head.
The little parrot was smashed into the quilt by him. It struggled to get up and cried: "Oh, Nima taught! Ah, Nima doesn't start!"
Pharaoh was stunned by this statement, and he said, "Okay, we will not swear in the future."
He had the habit of running in the morning. When he went out, the blonde boss greeted him: "Hey, man, I just heard from you at your door that there is a voice in your mouth?"
Lao Wang is too lazy to explain: "Oh, call it."
Seeing that he was going out, the boss gave him an umbrella with kindness: "Have an umbrella, this ghost weather, it snowed a few days ago, it seems that it is raining now!"
A voice immediately sounded from the pocket: "Ah, step on the ghost weather!"
Wang Bo really wants to put a stuffed ball on the little parrot.
In the boss's amazed eyes, he took out the parrot from his pocket, threw it into the rain outside, and then walked in with his umbrella.
The little parrot immediately came back and waited on his shoulder for a dissatisfied mutter: "Oh, a lot of water! Ah, wet hair!"
Wang Bo thought about it and thought that it was more dirty than dirty words, and then gave the little parrot a brain collapse...
Going north from the villa hotel, an ancient street full of European style appeared. The smell of toast spread on the street, and the tongue was so strong that it was hungry.
Wang Bo found a bakery to buy two loaves, just baked, soft and fragrant, he handed a strong one, teared a piece into the mouth, mouth full of wheat flavor.
Next to the bakery is a European ham shop. This ham is different from China and does not need to be steamed. It can be eaten as such.
The shop is full of dazzling pig hind legs, the texture is clear, clean, and look appetite.
The boss is a white woman whose arm is almost as thick as Wang Bo's thigh. It is very friendly. When she saw Pharaoh, she smiled and asked, "Visitor?"Wang Bo shook his head and smiled: "Farmer."
The white women made an exaggerated and surprised expression: "I don't even know that the town came to the new farmer, come and eat something? Spanish ham? French ham? Munich ham?"
As she spoke, she cut a thin piece with a knife and let Wang Bo taste it.
Wang Bo ate a piece and looked up at the price. The white woman pointed to the brightest road: "Spanish black pig ham, this is the most expensive, five hundred dollars a pound, but this is the best."
“So expensive?” he was amazed, the best deer meat in the sunset pastures could sell the price.
This is the first time he has seen pork products in New Zealand to sell at such a price!
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