Chapter 43 42. The Police Badge Is Useless

Looking at the dishes on the table, Pharaoh whetted his appetite, greeted Charlie, and began to deliver the grilled oysters to his mouth with his hands.

The oysters are fresh and tender, the whitebait fried is soft and fragrant, the salmon salad is full of color and fragrance, and the lobster bisque is sweet and delicious. Wang Bo was so impressed with this meal that his belt loosened twice.

In the end, when he went to check out, it was only the processing fee. In addition to the low prices in New Zealand, he felt that there was not much money, but when the boss reported the bill, he was dumbfounded: "Thank you for coming, the total is 380 yuan."

"How much? 380 yuan? New Zealand dollars or RMB?"

"All can be paid, sir. New Zealand dollars are 380 yuan, and RMB is 1,700 yuan according to today's exchange rate." The fat boss smiled naively.

Wang Bo said that he couldn't accept it. Isn't the processing fee too expensive? A processing fee of 1,700 for a meal, or a roadside stall—has he been blackmailed again?

He went back to find Charlie, but the guy saw a beautiful woman and ran over, leaving him here alone.

So Lao Wang took out the police badge and put it on the cash register, and asked calmly, "How much is it? My ears are not very good, please say it again."

The boss didn't even look at the golden police badge, and directly printed the invoice and consumption slip for him. He looked at it, and the consumption slip was clear: how much is the processing fee, how much is the condiment, how much is the seat fee...

"Even the seats cost money?" Old Wang asked.

The boss said with a smile: "You guys are VIP viewing seats, 80 yuan per table."

Lao Wang was speechless, put away the police badge, left with 380 yuan, and left with a gloomy back.

The boss shouted at his back again: "Hey, sir, there is still something to be done."

Lao Wang turned around strangely and said, "What's wrong?"

"The tip hasn't been given yet." The boss continued to say with a smile.

Lao Wang was a little embarrassed, and came over and said, "As far as I know, there is no tradition of tipping in restaurants in New Zealand, right?"

He knew this when he went abroad, and the boss couldn't do it if he wanted to fool him.

The boss pointed to the American Stars and Stripes on the signboard and said, "Sorry, this is an American restaurant."

"I'm convinced!"

Obviously Charlie killed him, no wonder he was not allowed to pay for the seafood. He was about to go to this guy to argue, but he saw the guy leaning on a Maserati and smiling at a beautiful woman.

"Okay, I'll let you pick up girls first, and I'll beat you to death after that!" Old Wang rubbed the edge of his fist and swore viciously.

Charlie put his arms casually on the wine-red body of the Maserati, and beckoned to the beauty: "Hi, ma'am, do I need to give you a ride?"

The beauty should be of the yellow race, wearing big sunglasses, with black hair curled at the end, and a slender and slim figure. She was wearing a pure white short-sleeved top and a high-waisted black flowing skirt. The hem of the blown skirt is swaying, and the beautiful legs are looming.

Cleverly, she casually knotted the hem of the dress and placed it under the chest, revealing a slender white waist, which looks very sexy and glamorous.

But Wang Bo felt a little familiar with this girl, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Hearing Charlie's greeting, the beauty twisted her waist and walked over coquettishly. Seeing this, Charlie showed a confident smile on his face, and secretly winked at Wang Bo behind him.

Wang Bo was about to lament that women are too materialistic nowadays, and then the beauty took out a small remote control panel from her bag, pressed it, and the front and rear lights of Maserati turned on, making a few "squeaks"...

The successful person's confident smile on Charlie's face froze, and his expression was as stiff as a concrete floor.

The beauty walked over and pointed to the side, Charlie stepped aside in embarrassment, Lao Wang hurriedly took out his mobile phone to take a picture, such a confused expression is really rare!

The Maserati started, and stopped suddenly when it passed by Wang Bo, and a crisp and pleasant voice sounded from the car window: "Hi, Wang, why are you here?"

The beauty in the car took off her sunglasses. When Wang Bo looked at her appearance, he remembered why he felt familiar: This was the hostess who interviewed him at the small town sports meeting. Eva said that she was very famous in the South Island and was also of Chinese origin like him. , the name looks like Monica.

"Monica? Wow, what a coincidence. In Chinese, it means that we are destined to meet each other thousands of kilometers away." Lao Wang laughed.

Charlie's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

In his eyes, Wang Bo is a boring little shooter. He didn't expect that the beautiful woman he didn't hook up with would take the initiative to hook him up—this is unscientific!

After a while, Charlie came up, and he smiled and said, "Hey, buddy, do you know each other? Haha, sorry Monica, I made a joke with you just now, but I recognized you at the first sight, The gold medal host of South Island Voice, I am your fan."

The beautiful host shook hands with him politely, and then said to Wang Bo, "It's a pleasure to meet you here, but I'm in a hurry because I'm going to participate in a program on Wellington Cable TV in the afternoon, please contact me later?"

As she said that, with a regretful expression on her pretty face, she took out a piece of letterhead and quickly wrote something on it and handed it to him, "Call me when you have a chance."

Lao Wang took the note, and she waved her hand to leave, but she looked at Charlie and asked, "Sir, do you need me to give you a ride?"

Wang Bo was afraid that this buddy would do something wrong, so he hurriedly said: "Although my buddy is very happy, but let's forget it, we are not on the way, you are going to the TV station, and we are going to the police station."

Charlie asked in surprise, "Why are you going to the police station?"

"Didn't you lose face just now? Ask the police to help you find the face you lost." Old Wang laughed.

Monica smiled softly, and Maserati left slowly, leaving behind a delicate and elegant back.

When the car was gone, Charlie grabbed Wang Bo's collar and said angrily, "Why are you so disrespectful?"

"Why don't you talk about loyalty?" Wang Bo gave a thumbs up: "First of all, I didn't have the chance to introduce you. You see, they didn't give me this chance at all. They just greeted you politely."

He raised his index finger again: "Secondly, you don't really want to get in her car, do you? She left after saying hello, obviously just saying a few words to save our face."

Finally raised the middle finger: "Again, you are the one who doesn't put loyalty first, damn it, you bastard cheated me, the processing fee is 400 yuan! Why is it so expensive?!"

Now, he once again decided not to be the mayor of the town but to be a cook, since he is also good at cooking.

The two found an express hotel nearby, Charlie asked why, Wang Bo said to let you take a rest, you will definitely be tired after flying all morning.

Hearing this, Charlie snorted, and after saying a word, you have a conscience, his expression became cheerful.