Happy Little Mayor

Wang Bo accompanied him for a day, and he would not pass by the next day. After all, he was the mayor, as long as he could do the friendship of the landlord.

Internally, he entrusted the responsibility of welcoming tourists to the two men, Qingyang and Marlop. In fact, the two were fine. Chen Luoxian was very capable and took four helpers to take care of the tour group in Apple pie order.

The next morning, I will visit the Māori village in the town. The lunch is a very rich meal. Māori Hangi is very pure.

This pair of tourists is absolutely fresh. Wang Bo saw that no one appeared in the town in the morning. He should stay in the village to help prepare for Hangzhou Yi, or enjoy Maori singing and dancing.

Many Maori came to the town, and ran to the bar during the day.

Pharaoh stopped one and said, "The tourists have gone to your village. Would you like to entertain them?"

The big man didn't care: "My wife is taking care of me. I'm going to drink. The tourists are really rich. I bought some handmade gadgets in my house. I have money now."

Most Maori who have no higher education have the same wealth as wine.

Wang Bo understood that Maori people were not working and usually had nothing to do with various gadgets at home. They were the originators of New Zealand diy.

No one bought these gadgets before. There are many local tourists in the town. New Zealand tourists will not buy their stuff.

But domestic tourists are different. Buying souvenirs is one of the purposes of traveling. Maori people certainly don't ask for high prices, so the cooperation between the two sides is very happy.

This is tourism gdp. Tourists consume to locals, and locals recycle consumption in the town. Where did the money eventually flow? Into the pockets of businesses in the town.

In Sunset Town, the biggest capitalist is his Pharaoh.

Through the Maori incident, Pharaoh realized that it was an urgent matter to relocate the old cowboy Maxson's harness shop. The selling points of the craft products in the harness shop must be welcomed by tourists.

He approached Peterson and said, "Let Maxson relocate as soon as possible, and I can't wait to see a traditional handmade horse shop in the town."

Peterson saw his old friend being taken seriously by the mayor, and was very happy for him. He immediately patted his chest and said, "Let's move today, I'll go to him."

Pharaoh thought about it and said, "I'll go and help, anyway, it's fine today."

Hani lay on his desk and poked, "Are you going to work again, mayor?"

Pharaoh gave him a blank eye: "The mayor went to work, set up a new store in the town, and increased your tax amount."

Hani grinned: "Taxation in the town is really good, and shops have entered the town in the last two days."

"What shop?" Pharaoh didn't notice.

"A hair and beauty salon is famous for sword and magic."

Pharaoh raised his eyebrows when he heard the name: "Stare at them, inspector, the mayor ordered here, if these **** dare to evade taxes, get him!"

"What resentment?"

Pharaoh remembered the horror that was dominated by hair style, that is, Eva discovered his inner beauty, otherwise he was in the most enthusiastic stage of pursuing Eva at that time. The appearance of such a dog-hair hairstyle appeared to be passed by the girl. .

There is no need to explain this, he was going to drive to Austria, but saw Peterson riding his horse, surprised: "Are you going to exhaust your old horse?"

The sunset town is forty kilometers away from the Olympic city. It is not easy to support the past with the strength of old horses.

Peterson laughed and patted Lao Ma's neck, and confidently said, "If speed and explosiveness, my old man is really dead, but the mayor, said endurance, then my old man must give you a lesson today. Now. "

"Don't underestimate the heart of an old horse longing for wind!"

Pharaoh rode on the tyrant gold, and the two of them rode to Austria, which was also a strategy to attract Maxson.

The local tyrant didn't understand what to do at first, and walked a little on the road, but after a distance from the town, he understood that he had to travel far.

Suddenly, the excitement that belongs to the child came!

The tyrant's golden four-hoof flipped over, rushing forward like a whirlwind, and the golden horsehair flew towards the rising sun. If it was not too ugly, this scene could be installed on the Internet.

Wang Bo also drove the horse for the first time. At least at the beginning, he felt good. Tyrant gold ran along the side of the road. He slightly raised his butt, looked straight ahead and felt like a general who was on the march.

Peterson sat leisurely on the old horse and walked slowly. He held an iron hip flask in his hand and took a sip from time to time.

"Young people are inexperienced, running for 30 or 40 kilometers? Do you think your eggs are made of diamond?"

Pharaoh quickly felt this sad reminder. First of all, it was not an accident in a sensitive part. First, his legs were a bit unbearable. This is a standard squat step!

He wanted to sit down, but the local tyrant Jin Zhengsa ran away, and when he sat down, he could only stand up again.

Repeatedly several times, his legs were numb, and Tyrant Gold was still running, Peterson had been thrown away, Tyrant Speed ​​was too fast.

Wang Bo had to pull the reins to slow it down, and the local tyrant reluctantly had to snort his nose and walk forward.

Pharaoh breathed a sigh of relief, and touched his neck and said, "Look, how much sweat have you sweated? Run slowly, do a warm-up first, and later you will run."

When local tyrant Jin started to leave, he noticed something bad: the saddle was rubbing hard under the saddle, how could it be so unbearable?

He saw that there was no car passing on the road, untied his belt and carefully wiped it, it hurt!

"Parade Laozi's egg is broken!" Pharaoh was frightened, how could he not touch the baby's egg?

Of course, this is a false alarm, bumps and friction, some parts are tense, it does not feel too obvious to the touch.

Pharaoh was afraid to move. He dismounted and sat on the side of the road, leaning against the trunk of a Jacaranda tree, with his legs wide.

A Toyota drove over and the window fell down as a man passed, and a man said angrily to him: "A good one!"

New Zealand's steering wheel is on the right, so it's the driver who speaks.

Pharaoh was half-dead. Lao Tzu had no choice but to pose in this position. He just took a peek at the inner part of his thigh and became swollen.

Just off-road running, even an equestrian veteran can't bear it, let alone his rookie?

There was a red Hyundai driving behind him, and someone whistleed at him: "Cool, man, do you want to have a field battle by the road? People can accompany you."

Pharaoh had to bend his legs, because it was a man who said this ... (To be continued.)

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