HLM -Chapter 1099 A New Cycle

After a brief moment of silence, the crowd erupted like a surging tidal wave.

When he shifted the topic to Eva, many people had already guessed what he was about to do. But just like an election, only when the result was revealed could emotions truly explode.

Applause mixed with shouts came crashing in from all directions like rolling waves. Even in the open air, Wang Bo felt the roar was terrifyingly loud—his eardrums throbbed from the impact, and it felt as if the sound waves themselves could blow his hair back.

“Marry him! Marry him! Marry the mayor!”

“Say yes! He’s the man most worthy of you!”

“Oh God! This is so beautiful, I’m going to cry!”

Wang Bo held his right hand out flat in front of him. It looked as though there was nothing in his palm, but in truth, he was holding the Heart of the Lord—his most precious possession.

Perhaps to others, the gesture looked strange. A proposal without a visible ring or token seemed a little imperfect.

But to Wang Bo, this was everything he had. What might appear odd to others best represented the sincerity of his heart.

Eva smiled radiantly. She placed her hand gently on Wang Bo’s and said softly, “Mr. Wang Bo, no matter how many times you ask, my answer will always be the same. Yes! Of course I’m willing to marry you!”

Wang Bo shot a look toward Atulu below the stage. The Maori strongman immediately grabbed his walkie-talkie. “Fuck, so that’s what this is about—light it up, now!”

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

A series of explosive sounds rang out as hundreds of fireworks shot into the sky, lighting up the heavens over Sunset Town in an instant—brilliant beyond compare.

Wang Bo wrapped Eva in his arms and laughed. “Not bad, right? This proposal ceremony turned out pretty well. I’ll work even harder on the wedding—I hope I can give you an even bigger surprise!”

Eva’s eyes sparkled. “Then my heart might explode. Darling, I’m truly moved. This is already more than enough—don’t rack your brain too much over the wedding. You know, in my heart, I’ve already married you.”

Nine consecutive fireworks streaked into the sky. Wang Bo waved his hand and shouted, “Dinner begins! The party starts! Open all the booze! Get hyped! Cheer! Let the night burn!”

“Aoooo—!”

What answered him was yet another thunderous wave of cheers.

Wang Bo smiled and waved to the crowd below. Eva teased him, “That pose of yours looks very Hitler-esque, but it’s useless. You don’t have the SS, and the people down there have already turned around to go eat. They don’t care what gestures you make.”

“We’ve barely finished the proposal and you’re already undermining me?” Wang Bo said.

Eva shrugged. “You said you wanted a virtuous helper. Look—I’ve only just been virtuous for a moment and you can’t take it anymore.”

Wang Bo’s dad and mom were also at the scene. After they came down from the stage, his dad grinned from ear to ear. “Son, when are you getting married?”

“As soon as possible,” Wang Bo replied. “But I have to put together a proper wedding plan and notify all the guests properly, so we can’t rush it.”

“And when are you two going to have kids?” his mom asked eagerly. “It’s not that your dad and I are desperate for grandchildren—it’s for her sake. If you wait any longer, she’ll be considered an older mother.”

Eva nodded. “That’s true. Then let’s start preparing to have children first.”

In New Zealand, having a child before marriage was extremely common—especially among the Maori, who were even more hardcore. Many had a dozen kids before ever getting married.

Wang Bo laughed awkwardly. “Let’s discuss that in private later. It’s not really appropriate to talk about it so openly.”

Eva looked at him in confusion. “What’s inappropriate about it? I’m already your wife. We’re forming a family—having children is perfectly normal, isn’t it?”

His parents nodded emphatically. “Normal. Absolutely normal.”

Wang Bo: “……”

This party was centered on Wang Bo, so he had to be involved the entire time. Moreover, since it was also their engagement night, many people were waiting to drink with him.

Glass after glass, he drank everything offered. By opening the sandbox, he simply tipped the wine into it as the glass reached his lips. Forget a thousand cups without getting drunk—even an ocean of alcohol wouldn’t scare him.

Of course, he couldn’t overdo it; many of his subordinates were well aware of his usual drinking capacity.

The party continued until sunrise the next day, with more than a thousand people still on-site.

Wang Bo staggered back home, drowsy and dazed. He opened the sandbox and saw that he could draw a prize again, so he casually tapped it.

What came out was, once again, a Heart of the Territory—a Level Two Forest Heart. After placing it in the back mountain forest, he promptly fell fast asleep.

It was Sunday, so he could rest to his heart’s content. On Monday, however, it would be time to get serious about work.

A new week began. A new month began. And so did a new phase of his term in office.

On his first day back at work, Elizabeth handed him several faxed congratulatory messages. The Green Party, the Labour Party, the National Party—almost every political party had sent their congratulations, celebrating his re-election as mayor of Sunset Town.

Among them, the two most valuable were one signed by Prime Minister Carmetti, and another sent by the British royal family.

On the latter, the signature read unmistakably:

“Elizabeth II, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.”

Hani and the others clicked their tongues in amazement. “Boss, you’re really something. Even the British royal family sent you a congratulatory message? That’s a message from the Queen herself!”

“Could it be our Elizabeth impersonating her?” Wang Bo asked suspiciously, looking at his assistant.

Elizabeth laughed and waved her hands. “My God, boss—would I dare do something like that?”

Thinking it over, Wang Bo nodded. She really wouldn’t dare.

Hani said in wonder, “A congratulatory message from the Prime Minister is normal. Any leader elected in an area controlled by his party will get one—it’s a way to curry favor. All he has to do is sign it—sometimes he doesn’t even sign it himself.”

“The truly valuable one is the Queen’s message. As far as I know, only prime ministers and regional council heads receive that.”

Charlie added, “Clearly, the British royal family thinks highly of Wang Bo—or rather, of the potential he represents. That’s a good thing.”

Wang Bo said, “Put all these congratulatory messages away. Bowen, you take the lead—set up a town museum. All of this should be put on display.”

“Huh?”

“A museum. What are you ‘huh’-ing for? The Sunset Town Royal Museum. We need to give the royals some face. Who knows—maybe one day they’ll even grant me a title.”

He said this with a perfectly serious expression.

Charlie mocked him. “You’re really naive. First, the British royal family no longer has authority over New Zealand. Second, you’re not even British—how would they grant you a title?”

“I’m just talking,” Wang Bo replied. “All right, everyone—get back to work. Kidd, prepare a proposal. The town needs to expand its staffing—we need more talent.”