Chapter 14 13. Negotiating the Indigenous

Wang Bo and the big man confronted each other in the air, and Charlie, who had been belatedly, finally appeared.

Seeing four people lying in a mess in the room and a two-meter-tall hunk yelling, Charlie decisively pulled out his pistol and yelled something in Maori. The wall is like facing the wall and thinking about the past.

Charlie called the police, and soon the police arrived. The four who were lying on the ground were sent to the hospital first, and then Wang Bo and the rest of the big men were taken to the small town police station to make notes.

Omarama is a small town, and the police station is also very small. It is just a red brick one-story house. If it hadn't been for the New Zealand police badge on it and the police cars parked outside, Wang Bo would never have imagined that this building, which looks like a private house, is the law enforcement center of the small town.

In front of the police station is a piece of green grass, probably because they just finished lunch, a few policemen sat on the grass drinking soda and chatting.

There was a statue in the middle of the lawn. Wang Bo looked at it curiously, and Charlie explained to him that it was a monument to a police officer who died in the line of duty. There was a lamp on each side of the monument, and the lights would be on at night.

When entering the police station, except for more people wearing police uniforms and more police badges and national flags, the room does not have the smell of a police station, just like an ordinary office.

Charlie was also questioned for holding a gun, but when a policeman came to interrogate him, he took out an ID and waved it, then the policeman left, and a middle-aged police officer came out of a separate office and took him away.

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

When the middle-aged police officer picked up Charlie, he told the surrounding policemen that Wang Bo's case would be dealt with coldly first, so that no police would control them, and the two were not handcuffed, and they just sat at the ends of a sofa.

A policewoman came over to deliver a glass of ice water. She was about to leave when the two-meter tall Maori man stood up and whispered to her.

Wang Bo couldn't understand Maori, but felt that the big Chinese tone was frightening and aggrieved, and I was a little sorry for his domineering body and fierce appearance.

The policewoman obviously knew the Maori man. She smiled when she heard the man's words, then patted him on the shoulder and took him away. Wang Bo quickly stood up and asked, "Ma'am, what should I do?"

The policewoman turned her head and said, "SIR, our chief will come to entertain you."

The big Maori man's eyes widened in surprise when he heard the policewoman's words. Wang Bo looked at him strangely, but the big man shivered for a moment, then shrank his big head into his shoulders, and followed the policewoman to leave quietly.

More than ten minutes later, Charlie came out. He smiled and comforted Wang Bo and said, "Don't worry, it's none of your business this time. It's those loan sharks 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 you are the only staff member in Sunset Town now, so you have multiple roles, you are still the sheriff, and you can also say you Still the police."

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

Sergeant Smith did not have the majesty of a policeman. He shook hands with Wang Bo with a smile, handed him the bag in his left hand, and said, "Officer Wang, your uniform, police number, rank and gun have not been sent to us yet, so I will send them to you first." Pepper spray and batons will be provided for you, and I will notify you to register when the weapons and equipment are delivered."

Wang Bo took the bag and opened it to have a look. Inside was a stick and a black bottle, which should be pepper spray.

Charlie shook hands with Sergeant Smith, and then took Wang Bo away.

Old Wang asked in surprise, "Don't you need to take notes?"

Charlie said: "Of course, those guys assaulted the police. This crime is certain. You don't need to make a record. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"So good?" Lao Wang chuckled, but immediately realized something was wrong, "Why did those people attack me?"

Charlie sniffled, and said slowly: "Old Wang, you know me, I fell in love with you at first sight, as if we were separated brothers..."

"Xue Te, just tell me what's going on!" Wang Bo felt that something was wrong, and every time Charlie mentioned that they hit it off at first sight, there must be something wrong.

Sure enough, Charlie said: "Actually, those five Maori belonged to a usury company in Omarama. Sir Roberts asked them to borrow some money before his death. They came to you this time to ask you for money."

Old Wang's face changed: "Dude, aren't you kidding me? The money owed by Sir should also be counted on my head?"

"This is the inheritance of the inheritance. Yes, his bad debts will also be charged to you, as long as these bad debts are protected by law." Charlie said embarrassedly.

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

Charlie pulled him, and said in a low voice: "Hold on, let me tell you good news. The usury company waived the interest when they knew about Jazz's death. You only need to pay them back the principal. It’s a usury loan, and you really have to pay it back.”

"Your mother exploded, how much is the principal?" Wang Bo asked.

"Not much, about four hundred thousand."

"RMB?" Pharaoh asked hopefully.

"That, New Zealand dollars." Charlie looked into the distance.

Wang Bo: "You tricked me?!"

"I told you in advance, the Jazz left you hundreds of thousands of bad debts, just the day he went to your territory." Charlie cried out.

Wang Bo: "..."

He thought that the bad debt was because someone owed Jazz hundreds of thousands, but who knew that Jazz owed him hundreds of thousands!

In the evening, when the two were preparing to eat, Charlie felt very conscientious, saying that he would treat the meal, and that Wang Bo could eat whatever he wanted.

Embarrassed, Wang Bo said, "No, buddy, let me do it, you've helped me so much."

Charlie waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, Wang, you'd better save the money to help Jazz repay the loan."

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down. This afternoon, Wang Bo didn't feel comfortable for a minute. He felt uncomfortable when he thought that he was in debt of RMB 16.7 million.

As they descended the stairs, they were greeted by a Maori man with pigtails and a middle-aged white man. Both of them are in their forties. The Maori man is wearing fancy hip-hop clothes, while the middle-aged white man is wearing a suit and leather shoes and carrying a handbag, which is somewhat similar to that of Attorney Mueller.

Seeing the two, the middle-aged white man showed a polite smile on his face, and said hello, "Hello, gentlemen, this gentleman, you should be Mr. Wang Ba who inherited Sir Roberts's domain, right?"

Charlie suddenly burst out laughing, Wang Bo's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wang—Bo, it's not bastard!"

Seeing that he seemed about to lose his temper, the Maori quickly took two steps back, and then said, "Don't do it, buddy, we are ￥#&...*%￥#x-on:."

After a few days of supplementary work, plus Wang Bo’s good English foundation and the improvement of his brain’s learning ability due to his territorial heart, his oral English has greatly improved compared to when he came back, and it’s no longer a problem to communicate with Charlie in English. up.

But when he communicated with this Maori, Pharaoh became skeptical about his English level again, he couldn't understand at all!

Fortunately, there is a humanoid translator named Charlie, who said: "These two people belong to a company called Moi Nosebleed International Finance Co., Ltd., and their boss is called Kakapa. They invited us to be guests, just for business talks. about money."

This matter really needs to be discussed. Wang Bo has nothing to worry about, and he happily got into the car with Charlie.

The Ford sedan drove wildly on the road and stopped in front of a food stall after entering a slum-like urban area.

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

When Wang Bo and Charlie got out of the car, the eyes of the big Maori men immediately fixed on them.