After training for an afternoon, Rotweilers finally learned to sit down, stand up, not move, and can walk four movements.

When the training was over, Wang Boyi spoke and was frightened to find that his vocal cords were as broken as they were, his voice was hoarse and very unpleasant.

The handsome Mexican quickly made a cup of tea for him and said, "Boss, drink some water to moisten your throat. You are shouting too much."

Lao Wang was extremely sad and angry: "Why are these dogs so stupid?"

Bowen shrugged, "Boss, they are not stupid, but normal. You can't expect all dogs to be as clever as tycoons."

Speaking of this, Charlie became puzzled and said, "This is unreasonable. The savages are Mastiff Mastiffs. Their race has a much lower IQ than Rotweiler."

"The reason is very simple. A strong man is a genius among mastiffs." Bathir said happily.

The domineering president nodded in agreement, looked at his son lovingly and said, "Yes, it is a genius. Do you know how it becomes a genius? Because a strong man can eat it, it has a good appetite, and he will be smart if he eats more."

In order to help his son establish a normal dietary concept, the domineering president is also very hard-working.

Wang Bo pressed his palm down, and the puppies sat down, raised their little heads and stared at him curiously.

They were made neatly, and after seeing this, Charlie and the others were surprised: "Wang, didn't you say these Rotweilers are stupid? Look, how smart they are!"

"Is this called cleverness?"

"Fake, this is not called intelligence, what is smart?! You must know that they are dogs, they are dogs, they are not humans!"

Wang Bo looked at the princes in silence, and the princes also stared at him with strange little eyes, as if they were saying that you know how powerful we are, right?

Two days later, Bathil found him and said, "Wang, I want to ask you something. Look, I have been leaving the bank for more than a month. If I don't go back, it will be unreasonable."

Indeed, Wang Bo nodded. The domineering president stayed in the castle for a long time this time. He only commanded his subordinates by phone every day, which made Lao Wang very envious: Look at what the boss did, how leisurely it was.

"I have to deal with some things in the bank now, so I want to ask you, man, can I help me take care of my son? I will be very grateful to you!"

Bathil looked at Wang Bo and said sincerely that at this moment, he was no longer a powerful financial tycoon, but an ordinary father who cared about his son.

Wang Bo agreed. Little Bathil was well-behaved and sensible, but he was much more honest than Little Hani's naughty child.

For Bathir, Lao Wang has a good impression. He is a person with a high emotional intelligence. Logically speaking, his value and the castle are all in the sky and the earth, but he is the best person to talk to during interactions.

Seeing that he agreed, Bathir looked at his son with a very unbearable expression: "Damn it, I really want to quit that job. I have to be with my son. Damn it, I owe him too much!"

Wang Bo said in surprise: "Lao Ba, my good friend, as far as I know, you have done well enough."

As a bank president, he is willing to give up his work for more than a month in order to accompany his son. This is not something that ordinary love for his son can do.

There was a rare expression of sadness and sadness on the domineering president's face, and he murmured: "No, man, I didn't do well enough, I did too little, and it was too late."

Lao Wang felt that there was another story here. He looked for a small bench and wanted to sit down and listen to the president telling the story. However, the president ignored him. After saying that, he looked at the scenery at the foot of the mountain alone and started smoking.

The smoke is misty and the sorrow is like water.

After lunch, Bathir left in a helicopter. Bathir kept shaking his hand, but his expression was calm. Wang Bo looked at him strangely, and he shrugged, "I'm used to it."

Lao Wang didn't know what to say, but little Hani walked over and said enviously: "Your father is so nice to you."

Little Bathil shook his head in a loss, as if he did not agree with Little Hani's statement. The strong man walked out and kept shaking the dog's head. I wonder what he was doing. Little Bathil suddenly became happy and chased the strong man around.

At the door, Xiao Wang staggered and stood up. It took two steps crookedly and fell down again. He was suddenly depressed and lay at the door and watched Lao Wang screaming.

Lao Wang walked over helplessly and gave it a hug. Xiao Wang rubbed his big head in his arms. Only in this way could he be encouraged and he became happy again.

Two days later, a strange phone call came in. After Wang Bo answered, he said, "Mayor, I am Sanders. My girlfriend and the other one are about to leave Wanderers Town. What do you think?"

Lao Wang said without hesitation: "Can you help me make an appointment? I want to talk to their patriarch."

The Maori people are a very chaotic nation, and this chaos refers to the composition. Before the arrival of British and French colonists, this land belonged to the Maori people. At that time, there were many ethnic groups, and major ethnic groups often fought.

Later, when British and French people arrived, Maori began to share the same hatred of the enemy, but they still maintained the title and tradition of their own tribes. In this regard, Maori people were very stubborn. Until now, although there may be multiple former tribes in a Maori settlement.

Every Maori tribe has a patriarch, but what is interesting is that their patriarch is not necessarily the most burly and powerful person in the tribe, not necessarily the smartest person, and not necessarily the richest person.

Although Lao Wang knew this common sense, he was still surprised to see the Maori who came to talk to him: he was an acquaintance. When he first came to Aocheng, Moi's nosebleed and loan shark company found several people to threaten him, one of which was this one.

He had a deep impression of this person. This guy was full of tattoos such as fierce fish and poisonous scorpions. He was more than two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. He was regarded as a ss at the time and was the only guy he had not brought down.

Seeing this person, Wang Bo's mouth twitched and asked, "Are you the patriarch of your clan?"

The big man looked at him with some anxiety and nodded, muttering vaguely: "My name is Asulu, my grandmother is Priest Otutu, and I am the patriarch."

After hearing his words, Lao Wang was stunned again: "You can speak English? Then when we were in a conflict in the hotel, how did you speak Maori language?"

The great man Astulu swallowed his saliva and scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I was scared silly at that time..."

Wang Bo almost choked by these words. How do Maori choose the patriarch? Is it based on weight?
Chapter completed!