HLM -Chapter 1192 Droplet Foundation

Li Xing said, “Boss, I’ve got a situation here. I’m not sure whether I should say it or not.”

The boss, unable to understand his Mandarin, replied, “Sir, please speak English. This is New Zealand, not mainland China.”

Wang Bo felt a bit frustrated. Where is the trust between people? Why does it feel like every encounter is a trap?

Zhang Rui was even more annoyed. They had been staying at this hotel for days, having a pleasant time, assuming everyone there was a fellow countryman, so things felt harmonious. Yet, right before leaving, something like this happened. Indeed, as the old saying goes: without a conflict of interest, there wouldn’t be any conflict.

Na Qingyang asked, “Then let me ask you one last thing, boss: are you going to refund this money or not?”

The boss smiled, “I will return your deposit immediately, sir, but the room fee is non-refundable.”

Na Qingyang said, “I see. So you just think you can take advantage of us?”

The boss pretended to be innocent: “Sir, I am a law-abiding citizen. How could I bully anyone? No, no, I’m not that kind of person.”

Wang Bo asked Zhang Rui, “Did you record all of this?”

Zhang Rui raised his phone: “Yeah, recorded it. Why?”

Wang Bo gave a sly smile and said to the boss, “Boss, you thought we were tourists here in New Zealand or some newbies just arriving, so you could bully us?”

The boss tried to explain, but Wang Bo waved him off: “You’ve got the wrong people. Say no more. Just wait for the Tourism Bureau and the Commerce Bureau to investigate you. Also, my lawyer will be in touch. Finally, this footage isn’t just evidence—I’ll post it online.”

Hearing this, the boss became suspicious. Wang Bo and the others were leaving, but the boss, after thinking for a moment, said forcefully, “Fine! See you in court! I’ll have you know, we Hong Kong people have a much stronger sense of legal awareness than you mainlanders!”

Wang Bo looked at him with disgust: “You’ll get your comeuppance when you’re on your knees singing ‘submission’!”

Just in time, his lawyer hadn’t had work for a while, and now Wang Bo gave him a chance to earn some money.

Zhang Rui sighed, “Sorry, guys. I’ve caused you trouble multiple times.”

Wang Bo patted his shoulder: “Don’t say that. This hotel was Brother A’s choice. If anyone should apologize, it’s him.”

Na Qingyang said helplessly, “Fine, I’ll take the blame. I didn’t expect this boss to scam fellow countrymen, and he didn’t even recognize Wang Bo? He dared to cheat the mayor of Sunset Town! This is like a mouse serving a cat—daring to take money but not life.”

The next morning, the Hong Kong boss called Zhang Rui: “Hello, Mr. Zhang! Sorry to bother you so early. You see, yesterday I lost my head. Please look at what I did. Could you come to my store? I’ll return the money to you.”

Zhang Rui said, “Boss, my friends have already left. They’re the ones suing and complaining about you. They also asked me to tell you: keep the money for your lawyer. Make sure you hire a good one; otherwise, your hotel will close down.”

Abroad, there are plenty of petty people. They don’t dare mess with white or Māori people, but they bully fellow countrymen. Especially Chinese from Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and Singapore—they know that mainlanders prefer to avoid trouble, so they exploit that ruthlessly.

Wang Bo would never drop the lawsuit or complaint. He was determined to make this boss pay. Even if this incident couldn’t fully resolve him, he would have his lawyer monitor the hotel, suing them intermittently. He had enough money and time to play this out—let’s see how long the boss could hold up. People like this need a lesson.

The group didn’t leave at that moment. They were having breakfast while Zhang Rui was on the phone. After he hung up, they laughed heartily.

Na Qingyang hired a cleaning company to tidy up the room. Once done, they left.

Since Zhang Rui was new and unfamiliar with everything, even the language, Wang Bo left Li Xing behind. Li Xing had both brains and fists, able to help a lot.

“Boss comes by, Xingye, don’t hold back—punch him hard!” Wang Bo instructed.

Li Xing spat and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll beat him till green shit comes out of his mouth.”

“Why green shit? You planning to break his courage?” Na Qingyang asked.

Li Xing scoffed, “Look at him—he’s a coward. Remember his face? Total impotent man. How could he resist some chives for nourishment?”

Wang Bo laughed and gave him a thumbs up: “Strong.”

Na Qingyang asked, “You two can handle this kind of thing? Maybe I should stay. Xing-ye seems brave but foolish.”

Wang Bo said, “Are you crazy? How dare you insult Xing-ye?”

Li Xing waved it off: “Don’t worry, Wang Bo. I don’t mind. Let him talk. I’ll stay anyway. I’ll walk around my villa every day—come back next weekend if you like.”

Na Qingyang realized his little plan had been seen through and shook his head helplessly: “Fine, I underestimated you. You do have some brains.”

Wang Bo couldn’t stay out too long; he still had Sunset Town to manage. Most importantly, Eva was pregnant, and he was already a somewhat negligent husband.

He would definitely need to bring gifts back. He had already prepared them. When he first arrived in Auckland, he went to a qipao shop, provided Eva’s measurements and photos, and had two qipaos custom-made.

“See, now I have a good excuse,” Wang Bo said, pointing at the qipao boxes. “If she asks why I’ve been out so long, I’ll just say I was waiting for the qipao to be made.”

Na Qingyang smiled: “You really think about everything, wife’s poop.”

Wang Bo glared. He was obviously a male chauvinist warrior—how did he end up being called “wife’s poop”?

He retorted sharply: “You don’t even have a wife! You don’t even qualify to be wife’s poop. Pathetic and sad!”

“Ah, we’re too close. You always find the best way to hurt me.”

Wang Bo had important business back in Sunset Town. The foundation for the floating cabin had been designed, and a prototype was ready for him to inspect.

The prototype was droplet-shaped, resembling the submerged part of a giant ship. The designer said, “This shape is the most stable in water.”

Wang Bo asked, “How much weight can it support?”

The designer replied, “The surface area above water is fifty-five square meters. With a conservative estimate of 400 kg per square meter, the above-water portion can support ten tons easily.”

Wang Bo looked at the enormous droplet and questioned, “Only ten tons? By proportion, shouldn’t over twenty tons be fine?”