HLM -Chapter 1311 Spirit Spring Water

Bowen raised his middle finger disdainfully. “Boss, you’ve really got the nerve to say that. You were already twenty years older than me when you first practiced rapid pistol fire!”

As he spoke, he picked up a USP and stepped in front of a moving target. Hou Haibo powered up the electric base beneath the target, and the half-body humanoid target began to move. Bowen didn’t even bother to aim—he raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

“Pa-pa-pa!”

The muzzle of the USP jerked as shell casings flew out, clattering crisply onto the ground.

With each gunshot, bullet holes appeared one after another in the target’s head. When the magazine was emptied, the target’s head was almost blown to pieces.

“Beautifully done!” Uncle Bing and the others applauded.

Bowen slapped the gun lightly against Wang Bo’s chest and said proudly, “That’s called shooting. What you do at best counts as firing a gun.”

Wang Bo pushed him away. “Forget it, man. I’ve just been exposed to firearms for too short a time. Now that we have a shooting range, give me some time to practice—I’ll definitely crush you and teach you a lesson!”

Eva was loading pistol rounds beside them and said, “Do you want me to help you teach him a lesson?”

Bowen snorted. “Hey, Eva, I don’t want to get a reputation for bullying women.”

Charlie burst out laughing and egged him on. “It’s fine, cowboy, go try it. We’re all our own people here—no one’s going to say you’re bullying a woman. Besides, we’re all so familiar with each other. What does winning or losing matter?”

Another moving target appeared. Eva adjusted her grip with both hands, tilted her head slightly, aimed at the target’s head, and decisively fired.

“Bang!”

With a single shot, a hole appeared in the target’s chest. Seeing this, she shook her head in frustration. “Damn it, that wasn’t accurate. I haven’t fired a gun in too long, and the recoil on this pistol is way too strong.”

Charlie shoved Bowen. “Go on, teach Eva a lesson. Teach her properly. Her shooting is absolutely no match for yours—give her a good class.”

Bowen raised his middle finger at him. “Don’t try to provoke me. I won’t fall for it. Anything you try to push me into is definitely not a good thing.”

Atulu nodded. “The deputy mayor really has become much smarter.”

Bowen snorted. “Besides, what’s the point of competing with Eva? If I win, people will say, ‘So what, you beat a woman.’ If I lose, they’ll say, ‘You can’t even beat a woman—you’re trash.’ Either way, I don’t come out looking good.”

The police officers dispersed and began practicing shooting. Li Xing walked over and said, “Be careful. Tourists have already entered. They’re holding guns, so it’s best to stay extra alert.”

Most of the visitors coming in were compatriots from back home. Wang Bo looked around and saw many Chinese faces—yellow skin, black hair.

He packed up his gun and ammunition, preparing to move to a corner with fewer people, which would be safer.

But as he passed by a few tourists, someone saw that he was holding a gun and had a Chinese face, and shyly asked, “Hey, hello—are you Chinese?”

Wang Bo nodded. “Yes, Chinese. Hello.”

The one greeting him was a middle-aged man with a slanted haircut. He spoke familiarly, “Hello, hello. It’s like this—I saw you shooting over there just now. Your skills must be pretty good. Could you give me some guidance?”

Wang Bo was happy to guide others—but only if he was actually qualified. His own shooting was terrible; how could he teach someone else?

So he asked, “How’s your English?”

The middle-aged man replied in English, “I’m in charge of translation and publishing at a publishing house back in China, so I think I’m pretty good at it.”

Wang Bo waved Bowen over and said, “Come here—I’ve found you a good student. This is Mr. Bowen, his marksmanship is superb.”

As deputy mayor, Bowen was very polite to visitors. Wang Bo had emphasized to all the town’s civil servants that Sunset Town relied heavily on tourism for its GDP, so everyone had to treat tourists sincerely and address their concerns promptly.

Receiving Wang Bo’s assignment, Bowen nodded. “No problem. Leave it to me. I’ll guide this gentleman in learning how to use firearms.”

The opening of the shooting range once again earned Sunset Town a wave of admiration. Neither Cromwell nor Oamaru nearby had such a large shooting range, so besides tourists, many local residents also came over in their spare time to fire off a few rounds.

After opening the shooting range, Wang Bo turned his attention to the spirit springs.

During this period, he had drawn quite a few Spirit Spring Hearts. Over the years, there were now ten spirit springs within Sunset Town.

These springs were scattered across farms, ranches, and vegetable gardens. Wang Bo also placed one in the forest farm, and in addition, he concentrated three of them together.

In mid-October, he drew another Spirit Spring Heart, bringing the total to four concentrated together. When the four small spirit springs were merged, the result was a fountain—the water surged more than a meter above the ground, instantly forming a stream.

Seeing this, Wang Bo felt that the time was ripe.

Sunset Town had mountains and lakes, but no rivers. The water from four converging spirit springs was abundant enough. He opened up a river channel, connecting the spring outlet to the lake. Thus, Sunset Town gained a small river.

The four spring eyes were located at the foot of the mountain, stretching for four to five kilometers. Further uphill was the South Scotland Power Group residential area, which was currently under construction.

While the river channel was being built, Wang Bo noticed that the workers liked to fetch water from the spring eyes to drink. Whether cooking or making coffee, they all used spirit spring water. This gave him an idea—why not make use of the spirit springs?

The use he had in mind wasn’t for personal profit, but for the convenience of the townspeople.

Although New Zealand has abundant, unpolluted water resources and people can drink tap water directly, it still couldn’t compare to spirit spring water.

Spirit spring water was sweet and refreshing—cool in summer and mild in winter. Whether for coffee or tea, it greatly enhanced the flavor of beverages.

If the spring resources weren’t limited, he would even consider setting up a mineral water factory. He was confident he could carve out a place in the high-end mineral water market.

But the ranches and farms already provided him with ample profits. Now, he only wanted to enhance the town’s overall competitiveness—improve the townspeople’s quality of life, make life in the town better, and attract more tourists.

To that end, he held a Monday morning meeting in mid-March and said, “Springs keep appearing on our land. We don’t know the reason, but everyone knows the quality of the water, right?”

Bowen nodded. “It’s truly amazing. Those springs are excellent. I think the reason the ranches and farms produce such good crops has a lot to do with this groundwater.”

Wang Bo said, “Now a large spring has appeared at the foot of the mountain. I want to fully utilize it to provide high-quality domestic water for the townspeople. What do you all think?”

Charlie said, “That’s simple. Install water collection equipment at the spring, package the water in barrels, and then supply it to the townspeople’s households.”