HLM – Chapter 1050 Dwarf Beast Park

Wang Bo was very interested in the patent rights for this material. After Na Qingyang reminded him, he probed, “Professor Fan, I wonder if you’re interested in transferring the patent rights?”

Professor Fan had anticipated this question—surely many people had asked before.

He hesitated for a moment and said, “Mr. Wang, thank you for valuing our superhydrophobic material, but I don’t want to sell the patent. To be honest, it’s not because this patent holds tremendous profit potential that I don’t want to sell it. It’s because its practical applications for now are still limited.”

“The largest potential market for superhydrophobic microporous metal wire technology is in shipbuilding. But to apply this material to ships, aside from expanding and selecting mesh materials, we must also conduct deeper research into the stability of the surface structure—especially dynamic stability—and the material’s resistance during movement in water. Without that, it’s useless.”

Wang Bo asked, “Then are you confident in completing these follow-up studies?”

Professor Fan sighed. “I am confident, but my team has no patience left. Developing this material has taken five years and more than two million yuan. Too much time and money have been invested. Everyone wants to cash out quickly so they can buy cars and houses. But right now, the patent’s practical value is too low. You’re the first person willing to pay for the product.”

Everyone knew how much business potential the material held, but most people didn’t believe they could truly develop something usable in practice. After all, the only person willing to build houses on lakes was Wang Bo.

Na Qingyang suggested, “How about this, Professor Fan? I have a solution that benefits both sides. We purchase the existing patent for the superhydrophobic microporous metal wire, then hire your team to continue the research. Based on the progress and results in the future, we’ll give your team different percentages of dividends. How does that sound?”

Professor Fan still hesitated. After thinking for a moment, he asked, “How much are you offering for the patent?”

“Ten million RMB—how about that?” Wang Bo asked with a smile.

In truth, negotiating patent prices requires professional assessment and investment evaluation. It couldn’t be priced casually.

Wang Bo wasn’t offering ten million casually. He intended to build many floating vacation cabins—at least fifty. At forty thousand each, that was already two million. If he could acquire the patent for ten million, he could manufacture the base materials himself. Including production costs, the total would be just over twenty million. That amount would get him both the patent and all fifty floating cabin bases—a very good deal.

Professor Fan wasn’t stupid; he understood this clearly. After some thought, he said, “Mayor Wang, the price you’re offering isn’t low, but I think I still need to discuss with my team before giving you a final answer. Is that okay?”

Wang Bo agreed. A price like this couldn’t possibly be settled so easily.

Winter was growing stronger, and the weather colder. New Zealand issued a heavy snow warning—the first snowfall of the year would be a major one.

Sunset Town needed to prepare for winter. The South Island coastline was long and dangerous, and heavy snow often came with strong winds. Wang Bo urged the townspeople to reinforce their homes in the coming days.

The number of ranches had expanded to four: one first-tier ranch, two second-tier ranches, and one third-tier ranch. Connected together, they formed a massive complex.

Over the past year, the ranches continuously built pens for breeding stock, mothers, and young animals. Now, many enclosures stood across the flat grassland. They couldn’t shelter all livestock, but were sufficient for temporary protection.

But Wang Bo had forgotten about those dwarf beasts he had bought. He had forgotten to build shelters for them.

The little beasts lived comfortably in the beast park. With no sickness or predators, Wang Bo had stopped paying much attention to them.

Fortunately, Dale reminded him: “Teacher, the little animals are cold. They can only hide under the viewing platforms to keep warm. What will they do when it snows?”

Wang Bo came to a sudden realization.

He went to the beast park to look around. The terrain was complex—grasslands, hills, woods, and depressions. Tall wooden viewing towers stood everywhere, from five to ten meters high.

Cold wind gusted through the area. A group of dwarf cows huddled together, shivering violently.

Dale had brought along Xiao Bai Niu—her small white calf, Niuniu. Niuniu loved its dwarf cattle companions very much. Seeing its kin suffering from the cold, it rushed over and stayed with them to share the hardship.

According to the weather forecast, heavy snow would sweep across all of New Zealand in two or three days. In the northern part of the North Island, such as Auckland, snowflakes were already drifting.

There was no time left to build new shelters.

Wang Bo wanted to drive the little creatures into the ranch, but they had become accustomed to the Beast Park’s Heart and refused to leave.

If he tried to force them, they would gather together and look at him pitifully. The little cows would blink their big eyes and even shed tears. Wang Bo was helpless.

He then tried to put them in the stables—but those were packed full of wild horses still in their taming phase. The horses had not been fully domesticated yet; they were territorial and aggressive. The dwarf beasts were chased out immediately.

That left only one option. Wang Bo instructed Cousins and Marlon to go to Auckland and contact the EPS Building Module Company to buy modular wooden pet houses from the owner, Roger.

He had discovered these pet houses earlier when he purchased one for Little Wang. During the holidays, Little Wang often sat by the door staring outside, unwilling to sleep in the castle. So Wang Bo bought it a small house designed like a wooden-and-stone cave. Little Wang loved it and moved in permanently.

Wang Bo bought the same type—EPS had clever designs: miniature villas, artificial caves, and well-ventilated wooden pavilions.

Soon, two truckloads of modular pieces arrived. Workers quickly assembled them, forming delicate little villas and oddly shaped artificial caves.

No teaching was needed—when the weather turned cold, the dwarf beasts naturally crawled inside to keep warm.

At first, terrified by the cold, a group of dwarf donkeys huddled together. But their heat generation was strong—soon the wooden villas became too warm, so they ran out to seek their own burrows.

The animals’ instincts kicked in—they preferred the artificial caves over the wooden villas.

But there weren’t enough caves. Soon, the little creatures began fighting, battling fiercely to seize the limited burrows.