MTL - Happy Little Mayor-~ Retain talent in hot sauce

Bowen has been cooked since. He did n’t need to say “Wang Bo” and washed his hands to eat. He learned about Wang Bo and put hot meat sauce on the cake. The sticky, red meat sauce made him very uncomfortable. Special, this thing is like Yuejing, won't you get pregnant when you eat it? "

The sweet Pharaoh who had eaten could not eat anymore. The captain in the sweet food raised his head and made a routine: "Ah, your mother is fried!"

"Don't swear, the next time you say it blows up." Wang Bo taught the commander.

Bowen took a bite of the cake with a discerning look, took a bite of cold air after chewing two bites, and the green eyes almost exuded, shouting, "Fack! My taste buds are about to explode! Oh my god, this taste Awesome! "

Wang Bo secretly made a fuss, didn't this guy travel all over the United States? Isn't he always eating garbage? Is this a hot sauce?

However, he has to admit that the dishes he made in the castle kitchen are particularly delicious, and his performance is completely beyond his level, and it has exceeded a lot, which should also be the credit of the heart of the castle.

Gobbleed and ate the egg cake in his hand, Bowen's eyes looked at Wang Bo brightly, and Wang Bo was startled. The guy's green eyes launched light like a wolf's eye, and the white man's hair made him look Like a werewolf.

Looking at Wang Bo, Bowen gritted his teeth and said, "Wang, I have decided, accept your offer, stay here!"

Wang Bo was startled, and said, "Aren't you kidding me? Really?"

Bowen nodded: "Of course, Texas Cowboys must do what they say!"

Wang Bo looked at Bao Wen with a serious face and then looked at the sticky chili sauce in the bowl. He could n’t help but said with emotion: "In the ancient times, there was a strong wind and a turmoil. Talent! I'm so awesome! "

"But I have a better idea. Are you interested?" Bowen's wolf's eyes were greener and greener than the paint on his eyes.

Wang Bo was naturally interested. Even if he was not interested, he had to pretend to be interested. He could not strike the enthusiasm of the first men.

Bowen coughed and said, "So, I have an idea, I'll stay to help you, but let's not manage any small town, let's sell meat sauce! I will sell meat sauce, and maybe we can create a brand And become a millionaire! "

This is the real reason he wanted to stay. He saw the business opportunity from this delicious and delicious hot sauce, just like the business opportunity that Colonel KFC saw from the fried chicken nuggets.

Is it so delicious? Wang Bo was a little unbelieving, and he was even more unbelieving: "With this meat sauce, can you create a best-selling food brand?"

"Absolutely no problem, is it your heart?"

Touching your head, Pharaoh clapped his hands on the table and said, "No, Wang Bo came here away from his hometown not to sell chili sauce! I want to build a world-class town! I want to realize my life value!"

Bowen looked out with a probe and pointed at the wild wilderness outside, exaggeratingly, "The world's first small town? Right here? Xue, Father God bless me to live that day."

"Fack-squid!"

"Ah, ah, your mother exploded!"

Wang Bo packed Bowen's room on the second floor to live there. The castle is very large. The main building has four floors without a loft. Each floor is five or six meters high. It is definitely a towering building.

The second floor is full of guest rooms, and some rooms are still in the second bedroom and one living room layout. As for the master bedroom where the jazz used to live, it is located in the middle of the second floor. Cloakroom, separate study and lounge.

Bowen asked Wang Bo why he didn't go to sleep in the master bedroom. Wang Bo shrugged and said that he thought the bedroom was good.

The cowboy gnawed the luxury and layout of the master bedroom, and asked with a grimace whether he could sleep in it. Wang Bo laughed: "Oh, don't blame me for not reminding you that a master of the castle just died in it for twenty days. The ghost estimates Still hovering inside. "

"Snow, Wang, for God's father's sake, can you stop talking about this **** topic at night?" The cowboy shrank again.

As far as ghosts and ghosts are concerned, Bowen's courage immediately flinched, it is estimated that it is not bigger than walnut.

But Bowen was also very satisfied with the guest room. He opened the door and looked at the sanitation situation inside, admiring: "Wang, you are really a diligent guy, sanitation is so clean! I guess you must have cleanliness!"

Wang Bogang thanked him, and the cowboy said, "It's just a pity that there is no furniture in it. It seems I have to sleep in a tent."

There is no way. Except for the master bedroom and the rooms where Wang Bo and Charlie live, there are no beds and chairs and stools in the other rooms. Charlie said that the jazz had been sold, which shows how difficult the life of the old jazz.

This is simple. After a night of sleep, Wang Bo took Bowen to town to buy furniture. Anyway, with a motorcycle, it is easy to get in and out.

With the captain on his shoulders, Wang Bo was not afraid that he would not leave the castle and would not return. The little guy had no feelings for the castle.

Sitting in the back seat of Bowen, Wang Bogang said ‘OK’, and the motorcycle snarled and flew down to the mountain—it flew out, the mountain road was too steep!

"Nima slow down!" The Pharaoh growled.

"You-say-what-why? Listen-no-to-ah!"

"Boom boom!"

Bao Wenyi regarded off-road motorcycles as Formula F1. After he drove up the dirt road in the grassland, Wang Bo looked back, and a dragon behind him was dancing wildly. That was a spectacular sight!

The last time sheriff Robert came to see him off took an hour, it was still an off-road vehicle, and this time off-road motorcycle, Bowen arrived in the town in just half an hour.

Riding a wild donkey motorcycle to the interface between the small city highway and the territory, the mighty engineering team was under construction, and the cowboys had to slow down.

Taking advantage of the stoppage of the motorcycle, Wang Bo quickly jumped down, his legs were soft like noodles, and he almost did not stand still. The captain is even worse. The bird's eyes don't seem to blink. It is still in shock. I don't know what year it is ...

Bowen was complacent, he said, "It's so cool, it's been so cool for a long time! Seriously, Wang, I slept very well in the castle last night, and my energy recovered to its peak. It feels great. ! "

The heart of the castle has a great help to the castle. Wang Bo slept very sweetly in the castle for a few nights, and his energy recovered very well. Every time he woke up, he was refreshed.

Seeing Wang Bo, the head of the engineering team Thomas Wesley waved and greeted him. He was wearing a red helmet and inspected what he saw. He then handed in two helmets and said, "Construction on site, Be safe, guys. "

The cowboy didn't accept it, he patted the helmet on his head and said, "I have this. Good products of the Red One Division during the Vietnam War!"

Since seeing Thomas, Wang Bo talked with him about road construction.

Highway 8 is progressing smoothly because the soil and geology here are suitable for road construction. The foundation has progressed for more than ten kilometers in a few days, which can be said to be fast!

Thomas told him that at the current speed of progress, this road will definitely be open to traffic next year. The New Zealand government also attaches great importance to this section of the road. Leiden has already deployed the best machinery and workers to this project.

Pharaoh is very satisfied with this result. This road will be the second pulse of the town's governor. After the opening, the town can practice the magic.

In addition, there is also a big killer that started with Highway 8. That is the substation. The New Zealand Power Authority sent their construction team to build a power station at the starting point of the highway for future use in the town.

The two parties said goodbye, and the motorcycle was on the road again, and the workers behind were astonished: "I am a god, young people really do n’t know whether to live or die. This motorcycle is going to go to heaven?" Mobile phone users please visit http: / /m.piaotian.net