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Upon listening to Wang Bo, Sergeant Smith nodded casually and then reacted. He was surprised and asked, "What useful information did you get?"
Wang Bo shrugged and said: "First of all, in the early spring of this year, a disease of bovine plague and hoof plague broke out in the South Island. This virus spreads fiercely, causing the cow to squat and even die."
"Then, according to the news we got, Andison's dairy farm was attacked by the virus, so he angered a lot of cowboys."
“Secondly, some time ago, the port of Dunedin was smuggled into Africa, and the ship was transported mainly by cattle that could not be sold in New Zealand and could not be slaughtered.”
"In the end, Anderson's dairy farm must have been hit hard by this virus attack, but in order to save money, his dairy farm did not insure insurance and suffered heavy losses. How can it make up for the loss? According to my experience, there are two good ones. method."
"First, the sick cattle are processed and converted into money, such as low-cost sales to smuggled ships to Africa; second, combined with other insurance-covered pastures, low-cost purchase of dairy cows on their ranch, fraud insurance companies say these cows have been stolen Go, win-win!"
After getting the information from the two car thieves, he and the military uncle conducted logical reasoning and exchanged ideas. This is their consensus.
But now there is a very important question. They have no evidence, just their own guess.
Sheriff Smith said thoughtfully: "Is there no stealing thief? So there is no trace of stealing. The sick cows are all sold to Africa, and a group of cows are bought at a low price, so that their losses are reduced to a minimum. If there are vacancies for 500 cows?"
Wang Bo said: "According to my experience, he can't buy more cows. The insurance company is not an idiot. They have a claim line. Below this line, the insurance staff will investigate it themselves. If it exceeds this line. Then, hire a detective agency to investigate."
This way, the other three dairy farms were stole 200 cows.
If this is the case, the worst is not Anderson, but three other pastures. The false report is not a big deal, at most fine, short-term detention, but it is terrible to lie in New Zealand.
Sergeant Smith asked Wang Bo how to get the news. Pharaoh said it was done in the afternoon. Sergeant Smith was not sure about this, but he also felt that this possibility was great.
On the second day, the investigation was carried out as usual. Sergeant Smith contacted the local customs and used the police undercover to start the relevant evidence collection. In this case, the most important thing was the smuggling ship.
The police in Dunedin did not get the news. Their eyes were always looking for the whereabouts of the live cattle, but they did not expect the cows to be slaughtered and transported to the ship.
It was the lack of such a link, the local police went the wrong way, and did not expect that the case was a thief shouting to catch a thief.
Reasoning is just speculation. There is no evidence that everything is in vain. Sheriff Smith is looking for hard evidence, and Wang Bo visits these ranchers to find out the tone.He first went to Anderson's pasture, which is one of the largest dairy cattle farms in the South Island. It has a total of 1,400 adult cows, 500 calves, plus bulls and more than 2,000 heads.
When the car drove into the ranch, several border collies yelled and ran.
Wang Bora got out of the window, and Zhuang Ding poked his head out to sneak a sneak peek at a few shepherds. Bianmu is the smartest dog, and their sensory ability is far stronger than other dogs.
Being stunned by the stalwart, these dogs are scared, but they still haven't retreated. They just don't snarl, but they are grievous behind the car and they are fulfilling their responsibilities.
Anderson was a white man with a big belly. He walked out of the calf and shouted: "Hey, police officers, is there any news in the case?"
Pharaoh got off the bus and smiled: "Man, I am, Wang, remember me?"
When attending the Carnival of the Yak Club, the two sides had a drink together, and Anderson naturally remembered him. After all, the club was a Chinese.
The two embraced one, Andison eagerly invited him into the room, and then let his wife make coffee.
Lao Wang praised the pasture and cut into the theme and said: "The police department has taken this case seriously and organized a task force, which will surely make the case check out."
Andison sighed and said: "That's great, five hundred cows, damn millions of dollars, so it's gone! Damn, these stealing thieves should go to hell!"
Looking at his gnashing teeth, Pharaoh was a little shaken about his own reasoning. This guy doesn't look like he is behind the black hand.
So, he tempted and said: "This time you have been subjected to too many wrongs, the spring blight has just ended, and people have been stolen from the cows, the loss is not small, right?"
Anderson squinted his hair and showed a painful expression: "Yes, yes, I have never suffered such a blow since I started raising cows!"
Wang Bo said: "We have a Chinese saying that it is very good. It is called eating a long, one wisdom. In the future, you should best insured the cows. Otherwise, how can you bear such a thing?"
Anderson sighed: "Hey, king, you are also a rancher. I ask you, are you all insured for your cows?"
Pharaoh did not buy, he felt that there was a ranch heart, and there was no need to buy insurance for these cattle and sheep. After all, this is not a small expenditure.
A thousand cows have a minimum of five or six thousand yuan a year, and two thousand heads are worth 100,000. This is not a small amount.
"After this, I went to insurance, although I will spend some money, but there is always a guarantee." Pharaoh said, "What are your plans?"
Anderson silenced and said: "I don't know, man, let me slow down and lose 500 cows, which makes me a little unbearable."
Because the concept of consumption is different, New Zealanders do not like to save money like the Chinese. The loss of 500 cows is millions of New Zealand dollars. Most ranchers rely on bank loans to turn around. Many people are too much.Wang Bo asked: "Even if it is not a theft, even if it is a disease, is it better to have insurance? Oh, yes, has this year's hoof virus caused damage to your pasture?"
Anderson swallowed and said: "God bless, these cows are infected, but the treatment is timely, and they have finally saved their lives."
"I would rather have them die from the disease, better than being stolen by those thieves who should go to hell!" His wife came over and poured coffee, and her expression was indignant.
Wang Bo has no confidence in his own judgment. This kind of thing can not be known to Mrs. Anderson, who is the owner of the ranch. Now she seems to be ignorant of their husband and wife performance.
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