Chapter 42: The police badge is useless

Looking at this table dish, Pharaoh's appetite widened, and he greeted Charlie, holding the roasted oysters in his hands and starting to deliver them.
The oysters are fresh and tender, the silver fish is fried and the fragrance is delicious, and the salmon salad is full of aroma and flavor. The lobster soup is sweet and delicious. The meal of Wang Bopai is absolutely amazing, and the belt is loose twice.
In the end, it was just the processing fee and the low prices in New Zealand, so he felt little money, but when the boss paid the bill, he was dumbfounded: "Thank you for coming, a total of 380 yuan."
"How much? 380 yuan? New Zealand dollar or Chinese yuan?"
"Everyone can pay, sir, 380 yuan, and the yuan would be 1,700 yuan based on today's exchange rate." The fat boss smiled embarrassedly.
Wang Bo said it was unacceptable. Is the processing fee too expensive? The processing fee of 1700 for a meal is still a roadside stall-has he been blackmailed again?
He went back to Charlie, but the guy saw a beautiful woman running away, leaving him here alone.
So Pharaoh pulled out the police badge and placed it on the cashier's desk. He calmly asked, "How much is it? My ears are not very good, you can say it again."
The boss didn't look at Jin Cancan's police badge, and printed the invoice and consumption slip to him directly. He looked at it, and the consumption slip was clear: how much was the processing fee, how much was the seasoning, how much was the booth fee ...
"Even the booth needs money?" The old king asked.
The boss said with a smile: "You guys are VIP viewing seats, 80 yuan per table."
Pharaoh was speechless, put away his police badge 380 yuan to leave, his back was dingy.
The boss shouted at his back again: "Hi, sir, there is still something to do."
Pharaoh turned back strangely, "What's wrong?"
"The tip hasn't been given yet." The boss continued with a smile.
Pharaoh was a little embarrassed and said, "As far as I know, restaurants in New Zealand don't have tipping traditions, right?"
He knew this when he went abroad, but the boss didn't want to deceive him.
The boss pointed to the American Stars and Stripes on the signboard: "Sorry, this is an American restaurant."
"I served!"
Apparently Charlie slaughtered him. No wonder he wasn't asked to pay for seafood. He was going to talk to this guy to make a theory. As a result, he saw that the other was leaning on a Maserati and smiling at a beautiful woman.
"Okay, let you pick up girls first, and I will kill you after I finish picking them up!" Pharaoh Mo swears fistfully, and then he stands by and learns to pick up girls.
Charlie ran his arms over Maserati's burgundy body and waved to the beauties: "Hi, ma'am, do I need to show you a ride?"
The beauty should be a yellow man, wearing large sunglasses, a black hair curling at the end, and a slender figure. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a high-waisted black elegant skirt on the bottom. The skirt swayed and the beautiful legs were looming.
Ingeniously, she placed the hem of the dress at the bottom of her chest, exposing a thin white waist, which looked very and charming.
But Wang Bo felt a little familiar with this girl and seemed to have seen it somewhere.
Hearing Charlie's greeting, the beautiful girl twisted her waist and walked in various ways. Seeing this, Charlie's face showed a confident smile and secretly winked at Wang Bo from the back.
Wang Bo was about to sigh that the woman was too material, and then the beautiful woman pulled out a small remote control board from the bag, and afterwards, the front and rear lights of the Porsche 911 turned on, making a few squeaks ...
The successful man's version on Charlie's face smiled with a confident smile, his expression stiffened like a concrete floor.
The beauty walked over and pointed to the side, Charlie embarrassed to let go, Pharaoh hurriedly took his mobile phone to take a picture, such an aggressive expression is really rare!
Maserati started, stopped suddenly when passing Wang Bo's side, a clear and pleasant voice fell from the window, "Hi, Wang, why are you here?"
The beauty in the car took off her sunglasses, and Wang Bo remembered why she felt familiar when she looked at the appearance: this was the interview with his hostess at the small city games. Eva said she was famous on the South Island, and he was also Chinese. The name looks like Monica.
"Monica? Wow, what a coincidence. In Chinese, we are really destined to meet thousands of kilometers apart." Pharaoh laughed.
Charlie's eyes widened beside him, his face was incredible.
In his eyes, Wang Bo is a sultry little shooter. He didn't expect that the beautiful lady he hadn't hooked up with, and took the initiative to hook him up-this is not scientific!
Charlie came up, and he smiled and said, "Hey man, do you know? Haha, sorry Monica, I just joked with you just now, in fact, I recognized you at first glance, I'm your fan, the voice of the South Island Gold. "
The hostess politely shook hands with him, and then said to Wang Bo, "I'm glad to meet you here, but I'm in a hurry, because I'm going to participate in a program on Wellington Cable TV this afternoon. Would you like to contact me later?"
Speaking, she had a regretful expression on her cheeky face, took out a piece of letter paper and quickly wrote something on it and handed it to him, "I have the opportunity to call me."
Pharaoh took the note paper and waved her hand to leave, but looked at Charlie and asked, "Sir, do I need to take you for a ride?"
Wang Bosheng was afraid that this buddy would make any moth, and he hurriedly said, "Although my buddy is happy, but let it go. We are not going down the road. You have to go to the TV station and we have to go to the police station."
Charlie asked in wonder: "Why go to the police station?"
"Don't you lose your face just now? Let the police help you find your lost face." Pharaoh mocked.
Monica smiled softly, and Maserati left slowly, leaving a graceful back.
When the car was gone, Charlie grabbed Wang Bo's collar and said, "Why don't you talk about morality so much?"
"Why don't you talk about righteousness?" Wang Bo gave a thumbs up: "First of all, I didn't have the opportunity to introduce you. You see, people didn't give me this opportunity at all, just say hello politely."
He raised his index finger again: "Second, you wouldn't really want to get in her car, right? People say hello and leave, apparently just to give us a few words."
Finally, he raised his middle finger: "Again, you do n’t talk about righteousness first, it, you pitted me, the processing fee is 400 yuan! Why is it so expensive ?!"
Now, he has aroused the mind of the mayor who is not a chef, but he also knows his cooking skills are good.
The two looked for a quick hotel nearby. Charlie asked why. Wang Bo said to let you take a break, and you would be exhausted after flying all morning.
After hearing this, Charlie hummed, and said that you had a conscience, and his expression became happy. Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net