HLM – Chapter 1005 Jin Yuan’s Injustice

Just as Wang Bo had predicted, a storm of public opinion erupted across New Zealand media.

Many international outlets reported on the clash between Turkish immigrants and the capital’s parade on ANZAC Day. Though such behavior was undoubtedly condemnable, the media did not simply criticize Turkish immigrants—some voices expressed understanding.

While ANZAC Day has now evolved into a memorial honoring all fallen soldiers, its original purpose remains the commemoration of the Gallipoli Campaign.

In the eyes of Turkish people, that battle was an unmistakable war of invasion. For New Zealanders to openly celebrate it felt like an insult to them.

Domestic media began questioning the National Party—these events commemorate fallen soldiers, but why did these soldiers die in the first place?

If World War II was fought to resist fascist aggression, then what about the Korean War? And the Vietnam War?

The first to speak up were the outlets controlled by the Labour and Green parties. Soon, other media noticed that the public indeed cared about these issues, so coverage rapidly expanded.

On the 26th, Wang Bo returned to Sunset Town with Eva. The capital was now the center of the media storm—he disliked such environments. The serene, idyllic atmosphere of Sunset Town suited him far better.

But Sunset Town wasn’t peaceful at the moment either. A lawsuit awaited him: Zheng Jinyuan had filed a claim, demanding compensation for repairing his Maybach.

The luxury car’s exterior had been almost completely destroyed. The front end was shattered, the body covered in bite marks. Repairing it would cost more than 200,000 NZD.

For a Maybach, 200,000 NZD in repairs wasn’t much. But to Zheng Jinyuan, the equivalent of one million RMB made his heart ache.

And it wasn’t just about the money—it was about his pride. Zheng Jinyuan had never suffered such humiliation.

If the damage had been done by a pack of wild dogs, he might have accepted it. But it wasn’t—it was caused by the dog accompanying Chen Luoxian. He believed she had instructed the dog to do it.

Of course, that was only his assumption; he had no evidence. New Zealand is a country governed by the rule of law—everything requires proof.

Unable to touch Chen Luoxian, Zheng Jinyuan turned his anger toward Wang Bo. After all, Wang Bo was the dog’s owner. And he believed that Chen Luoxian rejecting him must have something to do with Wang Bo. In his eyes, the two were nothing but a pair of shameless lovers.

Wang Bo didn’t know any of this. He was simply annoyed: Is this ever going to end? You kicked my dog first, then got “revenge-bitten,” and now you’re pretending to be a victim demanding compensation? Then how are you compensating my dog for that kick?

When he returned to Sunset Town on the 26th, he had barely stepped into the office building before Zheng Jinyuan approached him.

“Mayor Wang, I have something to discuss—”

“I know what it is. Nothing to discuss. You kicked my dog first, and you insulted Miss Chen. And now you want to talk? Dream on.” Wang Bo cut him off.

He had already spoken to Chen Luoxian—she told him everything Zheng Jinyuan had done. Wang Bo was furious. He despised arrogant, self-important posers like this.

Hearing this, Zheng Jinyuan’s chest burned with rage. I knew it! You two shameless degenerates definitely have something going on! So what if I insulted Chen? What the hell does that have to do with you?!

Not a man known for patience, he snapped. “Fine, Mayor Wang. Then prepare to receive the court summons.”

Wang Bo smirked. “I keep a whole team of legal staff and lawyers just for people like you. Go ahead and sue. And when you’re done paying both sides’ attorney fees, I’m sure you’ll be thrilled.”

This was what infuriated Zheng Jinyuan the most. He had already consulted a lawyer, and the lawyer said he might not win—because he had parked in a no-parking zone.

Wang Bo had noticed this too when he reviewed the video. Zheng Jinyuan had simply been unlucky.

Parking in a no-parking zone is a serious traffic violation in New Zealand. Even if a human—not a dog—had smashed his car, he still might not win the case.

But Zheng Jinyuan was not without methods. If the law couldn’t solve it, he would find another way.

He went to a print shop in Auckland and printed several banners, intending to hire people to stage a protest and pressure the government.

Printing banners was easy—but hiring people to protest outside a government office was not.

He approached several people, but the moment they heard it involved protesting against the government, they all refused. They weren’t directly involved—they had no right to protest, and they weren’t going to break the rules for him.

However, some people who didn’t fully understand the situation saw a lonely foreigner in trouble and advised him to seek media exposure—to fight against “tyranny” through public pressure.

But even if Zheng Jinyuan had a way to contact the media, they wouldn’t care. All outlets were focused on the ANZAC Day incident and the fierce conflict between the three major parties. Who would spare time for a story about a car being chewed on by a dog?

Some online media did report it, though. At first, Zheng Jinyuan was excited—he thought someone was finally going to stand up for him.

But when he had the articles translated, he almost exploded in anger.

The dog-biting-car video was placed in the entertainment section, and netizens were treating it as a joke.

Even worse, some traffic safety sites used it as a negative example: “This is what happens when you park illegally—Even dogs can’t stand it.”

Later, he learned that some Māori communities were willing to do almost anything for money—legal or illegal—as long as the price was right.

Thrilled, Zheng Jinyuan hurried to a Māori village. With a hired translator, he approached a group of Māori men lazily sunbathing.

“Tell them,” he said, “to help me hold up banners and protest in front of the town government building. The pay is negotiable.”

Upon hearing the translation, the Māori men looked intrigued.

One asked, “Are you the guy whose rented Maybach got chewed up by that bulldog?”

“Yes.”

The group burst into loud laughter. Zheng Jinyuan, unable to understand Māori, asked the translator what they were saying.

The translator hesitated. “It’s better if you don’t know.”

“Tell me!” Zheng Jinyuan roared.

The translator sighed. “They said you look exactly like an idiot. No one is going to help you protest. And one of them said that one of the bull terriers biting the car was his dog.”

Zheng Jinyuan was furious. Not only had he failed to hire help, he was mocked and still had to pay the translator.

Not wanting to pay for nothing, he asked, “Then can I hire you to carry the banner and protest for me?”

The translator gave him a strange look. “They were right. You are an idiot.”