MTL - Happy Little Mayor-Chapter 13 Negotiating indigenous

Wang Bo and Dahan were facing each other in the air, and Charlie, who was long overdue, finally appeared.

Seeing four people lying in a mess in the room and a two-meter-high macho yelling, Charlie took out his pistol decisively and shouted a few words in Maori. The wall, like the wall of thought.

Charlie called the police and soon the police arrived. The four lying on the ground were taken to the hospital first, and then Wang Bo and the rest of the big man were taken to the small town police station for transcripts.

Omarama is a small city and the police station is very small. It is a red brick bungalow. If there is no New Zealand police badge on it and police cars parked outside, Wang Bo would never imagine that this private house-like building is the law enforcement center of the city.

There is a green grass in front of the police station. For the reason that it may be just after lunch, several policemen are sitting on the grass and drinking soda and chatting.

There is a statue in the middle of the grass. Wang Bo looked at it curiously, and Charlie explained to him that it was a monument to a dead police officer. There was a lamp on each side of the monument. At night, the lights would be on.

Entering the police station, except that there are more people wearing police uniforms, a little more badges and national flags, there is no police station in the room, just like an ordinary office.

Charlie also had to be questioned with a gun, but when a police officer came to question him, he took out a document and shook it. Then the policeman left, and a middle-aged police officer came out of an independent office and took him away.

In this way, Wang Bo was a little curious about Charlie's identity. He did not believe that ordinary employees of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could wantonly hold guns in the town.

When the middle-aged police officer picked up Charlie, he told the police around him that he would dispose of Wang Bo's case first, so that no policeman would control them, neither of them would be handcuffed, and he would sit on both ends of a sofa.

A policewoman came over and delivered a glass of ice water. She was about to leave, and the two-meter-high Maori Han stood up and whispered to her.

Wang Bo didn't understand the Maori language, but felt that this big Chinese tone was terrified and aggrieved. I'm a little sorry for his overbearing figure and vicious appearance.

The policewoman apparently knew Maori Han. She smiled at the Han and then patted him on the shoulder to take him away. Wang Bo quickly stood up and asked, "Madam, what can I do?"

The policewoman turned back: "SIR, our director will come to entertain you."

The Maori Han stared at the policewoman's words and stared in surprise. Wang Bo looked at him strangely. The big man even frowned, then narrowed his head to his shoulders and followed the policewoman quietly away.

After more than ten minutes, Charlie came out and he smiled and comforted Wang Bo: "You don't have to worry about it. It doesn't matter to you this time, it is the guys of the usury company who are going to suffer."

Wang Bo asked strangely, "What do you mean?"

"They attacked the police." Charlie said, "Have you forgotten, you are the mayor of the town, because the sunset town now has only you as a staff member, so you have multiple positions and sheriff, you can also say that you Still the police. "

Soon, the small town police chief appeared, carrying a bag, and Charlie introduced him: "This is Sheriff Smith-Vitch, director of the Omarama Local Police Department."

Sheriff Smith didn't have any majesty of the police. He shook hands with Wang Bo with a smile, and handed him the bag in his left hand: "Sergeant Wang, your uniform, sirens, police rank and guns have not been sent to us yet, so I will first Pepper spray and batons are equipped for you, and I will notify you to apply for employment when the weapons and equipment are delivered. "

Wang Bo took the bag and opened it. It contained a swing stick and a black bottle. The latter should be a pepper spray.

Charlie shakes hands with Sheriff Smith and Wang Bo is taken away.

Pharaoh asked in wonder: "No need to take notes?"

Charlie said: "Of course, those guys attacked the police, this charge is affirmative, you don't need to make a record, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"So good?" Pharaoh grinned, but then reacted incorrectly, "Why did those people attack me?"

Charlie sniffed and said slowly: "Pharaoh, you know me, I see you at first sight, as if we were separate brothers ..."

"Xuete, you can say something directly!" Wang Bo didn't think it was great, and every time Charlie said that when they saw the fate, they must have something.

Sure enough, Charlie said: "In fact, the five Maori belong to a usurer in Omarama. Sir Roberts asked them to borrow some money during his lifetime. They came to you this time to ask you for money."

Pharaoh's face changed: "Dude, aren't you teasing me? The money owed by the jazz also counts on my head?"

"This is the inheritance of the inheritance, yes, his bad debts should also be counted on your head, as long as these bad debts are protected by law." Charlie said embarrassed.

Wang Bo shouted, "But that's usury! Usury is also protected by law ?!"

Charlie pulled him and whispered, "Small voice, I'll tell you the good news. The usury company knew that the jazz was dead, and they waived the interest. You only need to pay them back the principal, so now it's not It's a usury, and you do have to pay it back. "

"Your mother blew up. How much is the principal?" Wang Bo asked.

"Not much, forty thousand."

"Renminbi?" Pharaoh asked with fluke.

"That, New Zealand dollar." Charlie looked away.

Wang Bo: "You pit me ?!"

"I told you ahead of time. The jazz left you hundreds of thousands of bad debts, the day when I just went to your territory." Charlie called injustice.

Wang Bo: "..."

He thought that the bad debt was that someone owed hundreds of thousands of jazz, who knows that it was jazz that owed hundreds of thousands of people!

In the evening, the two were preparing to eat, and Charlie's conscience furiously said that he invited the meal, and what Wang Bo wanted to eat.

Wang Bo was embarrassed and said, "Don't, man, let me ask, you have helped me so much."

Charlie waved his hand: "You're welcome, Wang, you should save the money to help the jazz repay."

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and Wang Bo didn't relax for a minute this afternoon. He felt uncomfortable when he thought of carrying a debt of RMB 1.6 million.

After they went downstairs, a braided Maori and a middle-aged white man greeted them. Both were in their forties, the Maori wore flamboyant hip-hop suits, and the middle-aged whites were dressed in suits and shoes and carrying handbags, a bit like Lawyer Mueller.

Seeing the two, a middle-aged white man with a polite smile on his face greeted him, "Hi sirs, how are you, this gentleman, should you be Mr. Wang Ba who inherited the territory of Sir Roberts?"

Charlie immediately burst into a smile, Wang Bo's face was blue, and he bit his teeth and said, "Wang—Bo, not Wang Ba!"

Seeing that he seemed to be angry, the Maori hurried back two steps and then said, "Don't do it, man, we are ￥ # & amp; amp; ...... *% ￥ # @."

After a few days of bad supplementation, plus Wang Bo's original English background is very good and the heart of the territory improves the learning ability of the brain. Compared with the previous time, his oral English level has greatly increased, and English communication with Charlie has no problem. Already.

But when communicating with this Maori, Pharaoh was skeptical of his English level, he couldn't understand it!

Fortunately, there is a humanoid translation of Charlie. He said, "The two are a group of people in the afternoon. They belong to a company called Moi Nosebleed International Finance Co., Ltd. Their boss is called Kakapa. About money. "

This matter really had to be discussed. Wang Bo was accompanied by Charlie and there was nothing to worry about, and he got in the car of the two.

The Ford sedan thundered on the road, stopped in front of a food stall after driving into a slum-like city.

A group of shirtless Maori men stood at the gate of the food stall. Outside, there was a table. On the north side of the table was a strong man with tattoos on his face, and on the south side was a chair.

As soon as Wang Bo and Charlie got out of the car, the Maori Han eyes stared at them.