The two old men's bickering made Wang Bo's eyes wide open. They were really smart and could do things. More than once, Old Peterson took his pipe to knock McSon, and McSon eventually drew out his short saber.

This is the friendship of the old-school man. Wang Bo watched with peace of mind, and he was moved by the deep feelings between the two.

After five minutes of fighting, the two of them suddenly burst into laughter again.

McSon reached out to Wang Bo and said, "I'm going to make you laugh. We two old guys will do this every time we meet. The handsome mayor, I hope you are not scared by us."

Peterson also explained: "We haven't met for too long. I haven't returned to Ao City recently. This old guy refused to go to Sunset Town, so I was a little excited to meet again."

Wang Bo waved his hand and said, "You are so polite. I like brothers like you. I hope that when I reach your age, someone will be able to argue with me."

Peterson shook his head and said, "This is not good. Boss, the reason why this old guy likes to fight is because he is an old bachelor. I feel sorry for him and fight with him. I don't want you to be a bachelor, because Eva is the best girl in the world."

"Your mayor is also the best young man in the world." McKesson laughed. He held Wang Bo's hand hard and continued, "Thank you for everything you did for me, the old guy. To be honest, you saved this poor black guy, and the job you gave him, saved it."

"It? This title is wonderful." The old cowboy also laughed.

McSon guessed the purpose of their arrival, so he asked Wang Bo to choose casually. He said that in order to express his gratitude to Wang Bo for his help to Peterson, he provided a free set of horse harnesses.

Wang Bo was embarrassed, and Peterson smoked his pipe and said, "Don't worry, pick it, boss, this old bastard is not a generous person. You finally have the opportunity to kill him, and fuck him hard!"

McSon pointed at him and said, "But you know, you must know, I will get all my losses back on you!"

The two of them started to argue again, while Wang Bo started wandering around the store himself.

The things inside were made very exquisitely. He picked up a horse whip and shook it. The bell at the end of the handshake sounded the "ding-ling-ling" sound. After the whip passed a graceful arc in the air, it made a crisp sound.

After choosing a horse whip, he chose another pair of horse boots with the right size. Looking at the traces of the friction of the sole, he asked in surprise: "Is these handmade horse boots?"

New Zealand has achieved industrial mechanization very early, but things produced by machinery are considered to be lacking in spirit. More people like things produced by hand. Of course, for the same products, handmade goods are much more expensive.

After hearing his words, Peterson said, "Everything here is handmade. My old man has been doing this job for generations. If you are interested, you can visit his handicraft workshop later."

McKesson smiled and said, "It's not all my works. There are others who sell them here. Of course, they are all handmade goods, so don't worry."

After he said this, Wang Bo became interested. He reached out and took out a saber. The scabbard seemed to be made of calfskin. He held the handle and pulled it out, and a blade with a flashing cold light appeared in front of him.

"Is this knife also made by hand?" he asked curiously.

McKesen nodded and said, "Handmade goods, but they are not polished. You need to buy steel, forged with hydraulic hammers, quickly pickling, and forged with machine tools. The last thing you see is the product you see."

Seeing that Wang Bo had a look of admiration on his face, he waved his hand in a low-key manner and continued: "This is a small craft. Modern machining has long been ignored. Only some nostalgic guys would like this thing."

Wang Bo looked around with interest and said, "How is your business here?"

McKesson shrugged, "It's just that, keeping a living and savoring the past, it's not bad anyway."

Wang Bo asked: "If I provide you with a house in Sunset Town, are you interested in moving to us?"

Halfway through hearing this, McKesson smiled and shook his head, obviously refusing.

But Wang Bo did not give up. He was very interested in this old-fashioned denim product store. Just one store, after going to the town and integrating into the tourism stage, he could support the sky!

"Don't rush to refuse. Cowboys, it's not just money, or it's not money. First of all, you can become neighbors with your black guy. Think about it. Every day when you get off work, sit in your workshop and drink some wine and eat some good meat, and then discuss together how to create a beautiful harness and a beautiful life?"

"Secondly, you want to lose your skills like this? I haven't seen you have an apprentice. My town will start tourism soon. Don't you want to pass on your grandfather to your father. Do you show the skills your father passed on to you to more people to see?"

"Look, this knife has your name on it, right? This is your name, so don't you want your name to reach a completely strange country? Let the Chinese and Americans know your reputation?"

McSon started rubbing his nose, and he hesitated: "I'm not an exclusive secret technique, these are some of the techniques that have been eliminated."

"Existence means reasonable. The techniques taught by your grandfather and father will not be eliminated, but they need to be replaced with a piece of soil to survive."

McKeson shook his head stubbornly: "No, I won't leave. This shop was also passed down from our family. I should stay here."

A high salary may not be able to buy loyalty from his subordinates, but it will definitely make them happy to help.

Peterson put down his pipe and helped Wang Bo instigate: "Old man, why are you staying here? Drink alone? Watch John Wayne's movie alone? Die alone by the stove? Go, Sunset Town is great, go and see, you will like it."

Wang Bo decided to release the important news: "I know that the old houses in New Zealand have an overall migration structure. I can pay to move all your house to our town. How about it?"

McSon was shaken and said, "Let me think about it, mayor, let me think about it, this is my hometown..."

"Go to the hometown of the horse. The hometown is the one with wine, meat and friends!" Peterson hugged him and stuffed his pipe into his mouth.

McSon didn't dislike it and took a few sips. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's still a bit hasty, but if it's like you said, why don't I move there?"
Chapter completed!