HLM -Chapter 1100 A Group of Distinguished Guests

By this point, Wang Bo no longer needed to handle everything personally. Bowen, Kidd, and the others were already capable of taking charge on their own. His subordinates might not be considered outstanding pillars of talent, but they were more than sufficient for the work they were responsible for.

According to the constitution, once the population of Sunset Town reached five thousand, it became eligible to establish a complete set of governmental bodies.

These included the Administrative Committee, Supervisory Committee, Audit Committee, Education Committee, Budget Committee, Community Services Committee, Public Health Committee, the Police Department, the Tax Bureau, and, in addition, a local court.

Aside from the Tax Bureau and the local court, Wang Bo had two ways to set up the other departments. One was to submit an application to higher authorities and request personnel support; the other was to recruit and hire talent on his own.

New Zealand had a clean and honest civil service system. Government jobs were not especially popular in society and were no different from ordinary office work. Therefore, there was little need to worry about corruption or bribery among local civil servants, making it safe to delegate authority to regional governments and allow them to hire independently.

In early October, while Wang Bo was conducting performance evaluations for his subordinates, Uncle Bing came to him and said, “Hugo and his friends will be arriving soon. They’re here for some mountain and forest adventures this time—they want to go up into the hills to hunt for truffles.”

Hugo was none other than Sir Lancaster, Princess Eugenie’s fiancé. When he left last time, he had mentioned that he would return to look for black truffles. Wang Bo hadn’t expected him to come in October.

But that was perfectly normal. Based on the climate, October was the last period in New Zealand when black truffles could still be found. Once the weather warmed up, the truffles would rot.

The day after Uncle Bing gave him the heads-up, Lancaster’s convoy of Land Rovers drove into Sunset Town. Several men in their twenties and thirties got out of the vehicles.

Wang Bo hugged Lancaster, who laughed and said, “Congratulations, Mayor Wang—congratulations on your re-election. And, of course, even more congratulations on your successful proposal.”

That made Wang Bo very happy. He replied, “Thank you, Hugo. My re-election was only natural—you know I had no problems there. As for the successful proposal, that truly is something worth celebrating.”

After the greetings, Lancaster introduced the people he had brought along.

Aside from the bodyguards, there were five young men in total, three of whom were especially worth noting.

The first was named Vals Windy. His family controlled South Scotland Power Company.

This power company was the fourth-largest energy company in the UK, composed of several power and telecommunications enterprises. It provided power generation, transmission, distribution, and supply services to industrial, commercial, and residential customers, and was also involved in energy trading, natural gas sales, and electrical and public-utility contracting.

The second was named Williams White, an energetic young man whose grandfather was the CEO of Faton Insurance.

Faton Insurance was one of the top ten insurance companies in Europe, with more than 2.5 million clients. Every year, it paid pension benefits to over 200,000 customers. The company held a large number of long-term policies exceeding twenty years and could also provide clients with a wide range of financial products.

The third was Rudolf Samir, whose family held multiple key positions within the Kimbas Group.

The Kimbas Group was one of the largest food and beverage conglomerates in the world, with operations spanning ninety countries and a workforce of as many as 375,000 employees.

All three companies possessed formidable strength. Each was ranked among the Fortune Global 500, and wherever they went, their owners were the wealthy elite courted by governments everywhere.

Wang Bo warmly shook hands with them. The other two young men did not come from families quite as illustrious, but they were still top-tier heirs of wealthy families.

Of course, the first three could hardly be called “rich second generations” anymore—their families were part of Britain’s new aristocracy.

Wang Bo lacked experience interacting with such heirs, but fortunately, these young men were nothing like the stereotypical rich kids he had imagined—boastful, reckless, arrogant, or aggressive.

On the contrary, they were exceptionally polite, witty, and straightforward in conversation, quickly earning Wang Bo’s goodwill.

Along with the convoy came a transport truck carrying several lively sows, as well as some hunting dogs that were just as spirited as Williams White himself.

“Hugo told us that the best dogs in the world are in Sunset Town, and frankly, we didn’t quite believe him,” Williams said. “But after coming here, I’m no longer so sure. The scenery and environment of Sunset Town are practically a paradise. A place like this is definitely where miracles are born.”

The words were tactful and pleasant, yet they still revealed their true feelings. They all had great confidence in their own dogs and did not believe that Wang Bo had better hunting hounds.

Wang Bo caught the implication and smiled. “Don’t listen to Hugo—he’s just talking me up. I can see it already; these are all world-class hunting dogs. They must have received excellent training, right?”

“The best training we can provide,” Williams replied. He let out a whistle, and an English bulldog immediately came over.

The bulldog, also known as the bull terrier, was said to have been bred from mastiffs and bull terriers.

Wang Bo had seen many of these dogs back in his home country—wrinkled faces and always looking clumsy and adorable. Many families didn’t realize that this breed was not merely ornamental, but a fierce fighting dog.

In its early training, the bulldog was used in bull-baiting sports to provoke bulls. Four bulldogs could bring down a strong and ferocious bull, which spoke volumes about their ferocity.

“This dog is named Tyson,” Williams said with a smile. “You know why I gave him that name, right? He’s just like Tyson—brave, fierce, and tireless.”

In front of Williams, Tyson was very docile, sitting there with a solemn expression. His eyes were alert and bright, his muscles in a semi-relaxed state—clearly an excellent dog.

Wang Bo looked at him with interest and said, “I have a dog named Zhuang Ding. He and your Tyson are actually quite connected, because Zhuang Ding is a mastiff.”

He took out his phone and called Peterson. “Is Zhuang Ding with you?”

“No, boss,” Peterson replied. “He’s over at the ranch. I saw him playing with a bunch of dogs that came from who-knows-where.”

Those dogs were the group of Chinese village dogs Wang Bo had brought from home.

Wang Bo then called Malong, the horse trainer. Malong said, “Yeah, Zhuang Ding’s here. He’s outside playing with a bunch of dogs. No idea where they came from, but they’re really stubborn little fellows!”

“Put it on speaker. I want to call Zhuang Ding.”

Williams and the others looked at Wang Bo in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Malong, however, understood. He turned on the speakerphone, and everyone could hear a chorus of dogs barking, mixed with the neighing of horses.

Wang Bo shouted into the phone, “Zhuang Ding, get back here right now! Your old man is calling you!”

“What is he doing?” Lancaster was also a little bewildered.