HLM -Chapter 1293 The Wise Wang Bo

On the morning of the third day after the “Searching for a Lost Child” feature was released, a couple knocked on the door of Wang Bo’s office.

“Come in. What can I do for you?” Wang Bo asked as he looked at them.

The woman in the couple took the initiative to extend her hand. “Hello, Mayor Wang. My name is Daphne, and this is my husband, Jimmy. We came because we saw the feature you recently released about a father searching for his son.”

Wang Bo shook her hand and then looked Jimmy over. But no matter how he examined him, he couldn’t see any resemblance between this man and Old Rex.

Seeing Wang Bo studying him, Jimmy spoke up on his own. “We’d like to know where Mr. Rex is. Could we meet him?”

“That’s no problem,” Wang Bo said. “Come with me. But may I ask about your childhood—well, some things about your early years?”

Jimmy pointed at his head and gave a bitter smile. “I had meningitis. Not just my childhood—even up until I started elementary school, I wasn’t very sharp. A lot of things, a lot of memories, are just a blur in my head, like mush.”

Hearing this, Wang Bo felt there might really be something to this. Clearly, this man had come to acknowledge a father.

He nodded and was about to lead the couple out when Hani poked her head out and asked, “Boss, when’s the meeting?”

“Have Bowen take you guys through the meeting,” Wang Bo said. “I’m taking some distinguished guests to meet someone.”

Hani reacted quickly. He glanced at Jimmy and nodded. “Rex is at the Great Qin Café. He’s being interviewed—he’s not at the hotel.”

That saved Wang Bo a pointless trip. He led the couple straight to the café. Rex’s interview was just wrapping up, and he was shaking hands with a female reporter.

When Rex saw Wang Bo along with Jimmy and Daphne, his expression suddenly became a little strange. He stared at Jimmy carefully, then suddenly smiled and said, “Hey, kid.”

Jimmy hesitated and glanced at his wife. Daphne nodded. “I’m sure he’s greeting you.”

So Jimmy extended his hand. “Mr. Rex, hello. My name is Jimmy—Jimmy Robb. I’m from Australia. My wife and I believe there may be some kind of connection between us.”

The two big hands clasped together. Rex smiled and said, “Of course we have a connection. You’re in Australia, I’m in New Zealand, yet here we are shaking hands together. Isn’t that fate?”

Wang Bo asked, “Do you feel anything? You know—that kind of feeling?”

Jimmy looked a bit awkward. Rex, well-traveled as he was, still had the mood to joke at a moment like this. “I know what you mean, but there’s no invisible bond linking any two people. Other than feeling happy to see this kid, I don’t feel what you’re imagining.”

Daphne took photos out of her bag and showed them to him. “These are pictures of Jimmy when he was young, and these are pictures of our two sons. Please take a look—especially the photos of our younger son.”

Wang Bo looked along as well and said, “Jimmy looks a bit older in these photos.”

“I was already seven at the time,” Jimmy explained. “I don’t have any pictures from earlier than that.”

Seeing the photos, Rex—who had been trying hard to stay calm—instantly had tears well up in his eyes. His hands trembled as he held the pictures, and he said, “My God… my God… this is my Champbert.”

Wang Bo pointed at Jimmy’s photo from when he was seven and said, “Forgive my bluntness, but this photo bears quite a resemblance to the picture you provided of your child at two years old. Jimmy, I’d like to know—how did you end up in Australia?”

Jimmy looked utterly bewildered, just as he had since the moment they met.

“I don’t know. I always thought I was Australian. All my memories are of Sydney. Before I turned fifteen, I believed I had never left Sydney.”

“What about your current parents?” Wang Bo asked.

“Our relationship isn’t very good. They insist that I’m their child,” Jimmy said.

“Give me your driver’s license,” Wang Bo said. “As long as you’ve been to New Zealand—or were taken away from here—I’ll be able to find your information.”

Jimmy quickly took out his license. In Australia and New Zealand, that was essentially an ID card. Since the two countries allow visa-free travel between them, a driver’s license was even more useful than a passport.

Wang Bo passed Jimmy’s name and ID number to Charlie, asking him to use his connections to check whether Jimmy had any records of entering or leaving New Zealand.

They waited anxiously for half an hour before Charlie called back. “Boss, no. There’s no record of him in our border data.”

“Damn it,” Rex said, slumping dejectedly onto the sofa.

Wang Bo calmly waved his hand. “Don’t panic. Jimmy, tell me your parents’ information—their names, social security numbers, and driver’s license numbers. You know those, right?”

Jimmy gave a bitter smile. “Sorry, I don’t have their license numbers. Our relationship is really…”

“I do, I do,” Daphne said quickly.

Jimmy looked at her in surprise. She smiled. “Honey, I wanted to improve your relationship with your parents, so sometimes I helped them deal with things—like traffic violations. I have photos of their driver’s licenses.”

Wang Bo took the information and sent it to Charlie again. This time it was fast. Ten minutes later, Charlie called back.

“Boss, both of these people have been to New Zealand—twenty-nine years ago…”

“That’s interesting. They visited New Zealand orphanages multiple times and once took a child with them. That child was seriously ill at the time, and they took him to Sydney for treatment.”

At that, Rex and the others snapped their heads up. The old man stared at the sturdy middle-aged man beside him, his lips trembling, unable to speak—no longer as relaxed as he had been earlier.

Wang Bo hung up the phone and said, “Now, let’s not rush to conclusions. We need to go to the Auckland police station. They can extract and test DNA.”

DNA comparison was the most reliable way to determine a blood relationship.

The three of them nodded together. Wang Bo patted Rex on the shoulder and said, “Although we can’t draw conclusions yet, I have to congratulate you in advance, old buddy—you’ve got a wonderful daughter-in-law.”

The effort Daphne had put in behind the scenes to improve her husband’s relationship with his family was clearly more than what she had just mentioned.

Rex beamed from ear to ear. “What a good woman. Truly a good woman.”

They drove straight to Auckland. On the way, Jimmy asked, “The New Zealand police can do DNA comparison tests too?”

“They can at city-center police stations in Australia as well,” Wang Bo said. “It’s essential for solving cases. They just don’t do it for civilians. I’ve got enough clout—they have to help.”

That wasn’t bragging. When they heard he wanted a DNA comparison between a father and son, Chief Smith readily agreed. “No problem. We hope this works out. After searching for a son for thirty years, it’s time for some results.”

After blood samples were taken from both men, the forensic expert Ramon immediately went into the lab with his assistant.

A short while later, they came back out. Wang Bo and the others looked at them expectantly. Ramon gave a wry smile and said, “You’ll have to wait four and a half hours. The DNA needs to be denatured and read—it can’t be that fast.”