Happy Little Mayor

Ye Qipeng raised his hand and was ready to applaud. After all, the Huahua sedan man carried people in the mall. Wang Bo shouted enthusiastically when he shot.

This will see that the Frisbee fell to the ground without being hit. He suddenly felt dumbfounded that his raised hands could not fit together.

However, he responded quickly. After all, he was a person who experienced the big scene. When Wang Bo lowered his gun, he applauded and shouted, "Okay, the posture is beautiful. Is this the legendary gun fighting?"

Wang Bo wiped his nose and said, "Hey, Mr. Ye laughed. I also haven't played with a gun for a while. This is a bit hand-made."

Ye Qipeng: "..."

Wang Bo doesn't have much talent in the use of firearms. This is the same as learning mathematics and physics. Talent is very important. They all say that the shooter is fed by bullets. In fact, people who really play with guns know that bullets are good shooters. The marksman needs a combination of talent and bullets.

This time when he came to the shooting range, Pharaoh's positioning for himself was very clear, and that was to accompany the Prince reading.

After trying the hand, he handed the gun back to Ye Qipeng, let him play, and had the best fun.

Ye Qipeng was rude. At this moment, his shoulder pain had been alleviated, and he waved his hand at Hou Haibo, the frisbee machine started humming, and another frisbee was launched.

So Ye Qipeng shot again and again, Pharaoh continued to applaud, and applauded and shouted, making some passing tourists look at him with amazement.

"This is really a good pony." Someone said with emotion.

Many people know Wang Bo: "That's the mayor Wang Bo here. Who fired it? Let him work hard to please him."

After hearing this, Wang Bo laughed at Ye Qipeng: "General President Ye, I am pleased by you. The tourists all see it, then you will not talk about it?"

"Say what?" Ye Qipeng asked, carrying a gun.

Wang Bo said: "The channel fee is 40 points. This is too high. You can see, my brother, my family has a great career. If you collect so many channel fees, I still have to pay taxes. How can I survive?"

Ye Qipeng laughed and laughed: "Mayor Wang, you are really making fun of my old Ye."

Wang Bo wondered, "How dare I make fun of your grandpa?"

Ye Qipeng stopped him saying this: "I, me, me, you are really joking. Anyway, you have the entire sunset town, but I have found a professional agency to give you a valuation that is worth exaggerating. But half a trillion and 500 billion are absolutely reliable. "

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "There are some houses and a few scenic spots in the sunset town. Is this worth 500 billion yuan?"

Ye Qipeng lamented: "Okay, don't hesitate, Mayor Wang, Sunset Town has become a symbol of the world's tourism industry, and also a business card for New Zealand. It's worth 500 billion."

Wang Bo said: "You are great, I have become the richest person in the world. But the global economy has not been good these years. As for us, the scenery on China is so good, so I really need your support and you will channel Reduce the fee. "

Ye Qipeng said helplessly: "Mayor Wang, northern farm grain is not my own calculation. When we signed the contract, you were very happy. Now, say this again, isn't it a little big husband?"

Wang Bo said, "Yes, I understand your situation. If not, we have a conditional exchange. I can provide you with high-quality beef and mutton, high-quality milk and dairy products in the Asia-Pacific region. Others such as venison and camel milk can also be provided. , But you cut my channel fee in half. "

After hearing this, Ye Qipeng's expression changed, and he frowned for a moment, but finally shook his head.

"No?" Wang Bo frowned.

Ye Qipeng sighed: "The 20% channel fee is too low."

Wang Bo said, "But I can give you all the agency rights of other agricultural supplies, and you know how much profit space it contains."

Ye Qipeng also shook his head, Wang Bo raised his hand and said, "I am not a businessman, I am an immature politician, so I am not good at bargaining. If you think my proposal will not pass, then we will go according to the contract. However, other I can't give you the product. "

What he said was decisive, but Ye Qipeng didn't get angry, but laughed: "Little king, little king, you are really a little king, too wayward."

Wang Bo smiled: "I have this temper, I hope you Mr. Ye Haihan."

He did not want to tear up the agreement, nor did he cross the river to dismantle the bridge, unload and kill the donkey, and promote the sunset pork to the high-end markets in the Asia-Pacific region. This is all due to the credit of northern agricultural food.

If it is just the sale of pork, then Wang Bo is willing to proceed according to the contract, and he is willing to accept 40% of the channel fee.

But Northern Agricultural Foods also wants to use this channel fee to represent other products in his ranch, then it is impossible, this is simply a blood-sucking!

Therefore, when he learned that the northern agricultural grains would have full access to all the products on the ranch, he first proposed to change the proportion of channel fees, otherwise he would be helping the northern agricultural and grain leaders to raise cattle and sheep.

Northern agricultural food is a semi-state-owned enterprise. Ye Qipeng is right. In this group, he cannot cover the sky with his hands. He cannot decide many things.

But if the grandfathers were so greedy and wanted to pump his bone marrow to **** his blood, the pharaoh would never agree. Anyway, he is now a New Zealander, and those grandfathers in China can't control him. He doesn't have to compromise.

Seeing Wang Bo's expression was decisive, Ye Qipeng considered it for a while, and then he called the assistant Lang who was practicing a gun to the side, and the two men held the gun and began to discuss in a low voice.

Wang Bo waited patiently, picked up the shotgun and continued to hit the frisbee. As a result, his marksmanship was really bad, and dozens of frisbees were missed.

In this way, he felt very shameless, and at the end came a shot, and did not plan to play.

A coincidence happened, he hit a frisbee with a shot ...

"I am a real horseman. I have a heart to mate, I am not pregnant, and I have no intention of conceiving a baby." Wang Boqi made a rude remark.

After some negotiation, Ye Qipeng walked back and said, "Xiao Wang, I called back and talked briefly with the members of the board of directors, and it is difficult for them to accept your terms."

Wang Bodao: "Then proceed according to the contract."

Ye Qipeng stopped him and said, "It's true that we each insist on our own conditions. But I have an idea. We are now at the shooting range. We might as well let the gun speak."

After hearing what he said, Bowen revived: "Are you going to use a cowboy solution? Pistol duel?"

Wang Bo and Ye Qipeng rolled their eyes together, their lives are more expensive than diamonds, how could they duel?

Ye Qipeng said: "Play Frisbee, ten Frisbees, whoever wins more can win."

Bowen rolled his eyes when he said this: "Hey, Mr. Ye, you are playing tricks. This is not chivalry, but if you want to bet like this, then I will bet with you."

(To be continued.)