After drinking it, Wang Bo found that the wine of Zhenlu is really good. Of course, the premise is to treat it as a drink, not as a wine.

This is a wine that is not like wine, because it does not have the alcohol content of traditional Chinese wines.

Before, Lao Wang liked to drink beer, which was slightly bitter and fragrant. For him, the white wine was a bit spicy, and the red wine was too sour and astringent. As for cocktails, it was not something you could drink in your daily life.

Now he thinks that real dew is also very good, with alcohol content, but it is relatively low, with a sweet and plain taste, which is indeed a bit similar to its name, very real dew.

Kim Jong-tai’s Korean barbecue is also great. Wang Bo praised it repeatedly. He said modestly: “Thank you for your praise, Mr. Mayor. Actually, what I did not make traditional Korean barbecue, but I made a little improved barbecue after studying the tastes of New Zealand people.”

Wang Bo raised his thumbs up and said, "But no matter what, this is great, I feel good when I eat it!"

"I'm very happy, too!"

"I'll be happy if the boss is happy!"

"Shete, Astulu, stop eating, just praise me!"

"hehe."

The last person who sneered was Hani. The inspector ate nothing except drinking two glasses of water tonight. As for wine, he didn't drink anything.

When they were separated, Wang Bo took out his wallet and quickly pulled out four hundred yuan and stuffed it to Jin Zhongtai. The latter refused to accept it no matter what, and said, "Mr. Mayor, you misunderstood. I did not invite you to dinner, but to try the flavor of the dish, so I can't accept you anyway."

Wang Bo shook his head at the cowboy, meaning you convinced him.

The Texas Cowboy glared at the Korean boss and said impatiently: "If you ask me to accept it, you will accept it. Why is there so much nonsense?"

Kim Jong-tae was immediately frightened and trepidated.

Wang Bo also glared at the cowboy and said he would do it himself. Americans are unreliable: "Boss Jin, you deserve this money. Please accept it. We will come often in the future because your barbecue is really great. If you don't accept it, we can't come again."

This was very useful, so Kim Jung-tai had to accept it. The boss lady in a light yellow Korean dress also came out and said, "Jung-tai, you are really rude to do this. How can you collect money from the mayor?"

Wang Bo smiled and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to leave. Asulu asked carefully: "Since the boss has paid the bill, all these meats are ours, right? Can they be packed?"

Kim Jung-tae smiled and said, "If Sheriff Atulu likes it, he can come to our place for dinner in the future, and we are very welcome."

Hearing the name of "Sheriff", Asuru became so arrogant that he coughed: "Is it really OK? Oh my God Mori..."

Lao Wang looked over with a cold look, and the Maori man suddenly became depressed again: "I will never come to eat and drink for free. Boss Jin, you should pack it for me quickly. I can make lunch tomorrow."

After getting in the car, Hani, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke: "Mayor, are you ready to pay the bill from the beginning?"

Wang Bo said: "Of course, I am not a fascist Nazi soldier. How could I eat and drink the food of the residents in the territory for free?"

Hani's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shete, why didn't you say it earlier? Why! My God! I've been hungry all night! One night! Why did you tell me that the boss treats me?!"

Lao Wang looked innocent: "I just said it casually. Is there any difference? I will give the money anyway."

"If you're hungry, don't you have packed barbecue and toast?" the cowboy laughed.

Asulu held the packed box tightly in his arms. He looked at Hani vigilantly and said, "You are the upright inspector. This is the food that the boss treats. If you eat it, it is the same as accepting the boss's treat."

Hani reached out and snatched it, took out a piece of roasted pork with remaining heat and stuffed it into his mouth, yelling vaguely: "Fake! Why can't I eat when I treat you to you? This is the time for get off work!"

Asulu didn't dare to defend himself. He trembled with fat on his body for a few times, staring at Hani who was eating voraciously, and could only say weakly: "Eat less, Hani, eating it at night will make you gain weight..."

"Fake! I will definitely eat it all! I will eat it all!"

"Oh, Schet!"

After this barbecue banquet, Wang Bo took unprecedented attention to the ranch. He suddenly discovered that in addition to Highway 8, the ranch could also become a place to attract residents.

An excellent ranch can form an industrial chain, which requires cowboys, veterinarians, and handymen. It can support the meat shop, the transport vehicle industry, the hotel, and the slaughterhouse.

So he increased the supply of the ranch and made several advertisements in the small town, not only promoting cattle and sheep, but also promoting chickens, ducks and geese that are not well-known. He hoped that the high-quality meat on the ranch would become more famous.

Two days later Anderson found him and said with a scattered look: "Boss, the amount of slaughter on your ranch seems to have increased?"

Wang Bo nodded: "That's right, what's wrong?"

Anderson laughed and said, "Since that's the case, why don't we open a fresh meat counter in the convenience store? Chicken, duck, cattle, sheep, pigs, I think the ranch is very complete."

Wang Bo said: "Is this necessary? Doesn't your convenience store have a freezer to sell meat?"

Anderson said: "For convenience stores, this is not necessary, but for a large comprehensive supermarket, it is certainly necessary, very necessary! We have to open a large supermarket, right?"

Lao Wang blinked, it was true.

Anderson said: "The most important thing is, the chicken, duck, beef and mutton on the ranch is very popular, which can attract a large number of customers for our convenience stores and form joint consumption, because they enter the convenience store, and it is impossible for them to leave just a little meat, right?"

Lao Wang continued to blink, it was indeed the case.

"The Maori people have a good slang saying, only when you go to the market can you know what you lack. As long as customers enter convenience stores, they will find that they still need a lot of things, such as seasonings for stewing meat, such as those cooking utensils. This is the minimum, so we will increase our turnover?"

Lao Wang said, "Okay, you are a profiteer, just do what you said!"

"The ranch stopped selling separately, and the unmanned meat stalls were also stopped. The convenience store opened a cold fresh meat counter, making him a big fuss!"

After Anderson left, Lao Wang told the cowboys in the ranch that he would not take out the food from today, killing chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep to supply them to convenience stores.

Cousins ​​was stunned and said, "Boss, we won't let us do slaughtering, right? This requires a slaughterhouse, and we don't."

Lao Wang shrugged and said, "Okay, then I will recruit a few slaughter workers. What do you think of the salary of 1,000 yuan per week?"

Brothers Bibi scrambled to say, "Boss, eight hundred, add eight hundred to us, we have done this job!"

"Five hundred, not eight hundred, boss, you have a weekly salary of five hundred, we will give you one."

"Fake - Squid! Bastard! Add four hundred, don't you like to do it!"
Chapter completed!