HLM -Chapter 1096 Mr. Mayor, Please Don’t Hit Me

Wang Bo was speechless. Did it really have to be taken this seriously?

“Didn’t know that, did you?” Rooney laughed as he stepped forward to shake Wang Bo’s hand. “But I’ll still be casting my vote for you, Mr. Mayor. You’re the most suitable person to lead Sunset Town.”

Wang Bo wiped away a cold sweat. Damn it—first a slap, then a sweet date. Even Bishops were masters at this game.

The Q&A session gradually returned to normal, and some townspeople began asking Wang Bo about his plans for the next four years.

“The most urgent issue is expanding the civil service,” someone complained. “Mr. Mayor, there are too few staff in town. We have to stand in line for half a day just to pay taxes.”

Wang Bo immediately raised his hand and swore an oath. “Right away, right away. We’ll attend recruitment fairs and expand the civil service to more than fifty people.”

With the town’s population nearing four thousand, an 80-to-1 population-to-civil-servant ratio was fairly reasonable.

“The town needs more job opportunities,” another person said. “The scenery is good and life is comfortable here, but we need money to live. There aren’t many chances to make it.”

Wang Bo replied, “I have ideas. The plaza, the airport, the amusement park—once they’re put into operation, they’ll require a large workforce. I think hiring locally would be a good approach.”

“We think it wouldn’t be bad if Tuhao Jin became the mayor. What do you think?”

Wang Bo was getting impatient. Was this ever going to end? “So you want me to retire Tuhao Jin, is that it? If it becomes mayor, then forget about it ever setting foot on the racetrack again.”

Someone shouted, “You’re threatening us!”

With the splendor gone and loneliness settling in, Wang Bo’s patience was nearly exhausted. He finally revealed his rogue side. “Threaten you? I’m threatening you my ass. Tuhao Jin is my horse—how I deal with it still needs your approval?”

“And another thing—Zhuang Ding is my dog. If you truly care about the construction and development of Sunset Town over the next four years, I’m happy to talk with you. But if you’re here to cause trouble, then sorry—leave Sunset Town!”

“Remember, I said leave Sunset Town, not just leave the meeting hall!”

This was what he enjoyed most—he was the lord and king here, not some ordinary civil servant or service provider.

Under the pressure of his vicious tone, people finally understood. Someone immediately chuckled and said, “Mayor, don’t get angry. We were just joking around. We’ll definitely vote for you!”

“Right, I’ll vote for the mayor too!”

“Our whole family will vote for the mayor!”

McGee opened his mouth to echo them, but after thinking it over, he could only close it dejectedly. He knew very well—this wasn’t his turf.

Wang Bo rolled his eyes. Damn it, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit—had they forgotten that he was the landowner now?

The public voting day in Sunset Town was scheduled for the last Sunday of September. In the days before that, debates and speeches would continue.

Wang Bo cooperated with the situation, giving speeches every day at different locations around town.

Don’t misunderstand—this had little to do with the election itself. It was mainly because Father Bo and Mother Bo loved watching him ramble eloquently on stage. They couldn’t understand his English, but they felt that seeing their son like this meant he had a bright future.

As voting day approached, the atmosphere in town grew restless, and there were even incidents of fighting.

Such things were unavoidable. Wang Bo usually couldn’t be bothered to intervene, but this time it happened right under his nose, involving people he knew. Tist, who ran an auto repair shop, had gotten into a fight with Vien Walker.

Vien Walker was a civil servant working at the post office, one of the three subordinates McGee had brought with him.

The fight broke out while Wang Bo was enjoying afternoon tea. Hearing shouts and screams outside, he quickly stuck his head out the window.

What he saw was Tist—big and burly—pinning Vien to the ground and rubbing him back and forth. Vien was a refined young man; how could he possibly be a match for a rough auto mechanic like Tist?

Atulu and the others ran out. Wang Bo thought the matter was over, but the screams didn’t stop. He stuck his head out again and saw Atulu and the rest standing to the side, arms crossed, watching the show.

That infuriated Wang Bo. He stomped downstairs and shouted as he went out, “Damn it, what are you all standing around for? Is the spectacle really that entertaining?”

Atulu shrugged. “Boss, Vien deserves to get beaten.”

“What happened?” Wang Bo stepped forward and pulled Tist up.

Tist said angrily, “Didn’t you ask me last time who taught me the word ‘chilo’? It was this guy! Yesterday he even went and stirred things up with my wife, encouraging her to keep clashing with Mr. Li’s family!”

Wang Bo let go of his hand. “Then keep beating him.”

Vien screamed miserably, “Don’t do this, Mr. Mayor—save me! This wasn’t my intention. I was only following orders from Director McGee!”

“What does this have to do with your Director McGee?” Wang Bo stopped Tist.

Vien’s face was a patchwork of bruises—clearly Tist hated him to the core and hadn’t held back at all.

He looked upstairs resentfully. Wang Bo followed his gaze and saw McGee’s face flash by for an instant.

Vien said, “Damn it, I’m done with this. I’ll tell everything I know! Fuck—this was Ben McGee’s idea. He arranged for me to stir up conflicts among the voters, so they wouldn’t unite.”

Tist roared, “Then why did you target my family specifically?”

Vien replied, “Because Li Bo and his family are the mayor’s compatriots. If you develop hatred toward them, you’ll naturally come to dislike Mayor Wang as well.”

Wang Bo cursed, “Shit. You even understand guilt by association? Not bad—you’ve got a brain.”

He pushed Tist away and told him to get back to work, then led his people upstairs.

The post office director’s office was tightly shut, with the curtains drawn.

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow. Atulu immediately rushed forward and tried the doorknob—it was locked. He knocked. No response.

Obviously, Ben McGee was scared stiff, hiding inside like a turtle with its head tucked in.

“Force it open?” Atulu rolled up his sleeves and asked.

Wang Bo glared at him. “Force it and ruin a door? That door is our private property. Move aside—I’ve got plenty of ways to deal with him.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a key ring. Of course, these weren’t the office’s official keys, but Wang Bo could unlock the door from the inside through the sandbox—he just had to pretend he had the keys.

Sure enough, he inserted a key and twisted it. The office door opened, revealing McGee’s panicked face inside.

“Heavens—how did you open it?” McGee exclaimed.

Wang Bo chuckled. “I installed this lock myself. You really think I wouldn’t keep a spare key?”

No one doubted his explanation—it was airtight.

Seeing the group storm in aggressively, McGee was terrified. He raised his hands and said, “I surrender, I surrender! Mr. Mayor, I’ll resign and leave immediately—please don’t hit me!”