HLM -Chapter 1320 Matchmaker Old Wang

How could anyone possibly miss when shooting clay pigeons like this?

Wang Bo fired his gun—bang, bang, bang—and shattered all ten clay pigeons one by one. Ye Qipeng and Assistant Lang were stunned, completely speechless.

Some passing tourists noticed and gathered around, but they were watching the young hawk:

“What kind of bird is that? So majestic! It flies so fast, amazing.”

“An eastern goshawk, I think? I saw one similar before, but it didn’t look this good.”

“Why does it grab the clay pigeons and place them at the gun’s muzzle? This bird is clever—it actually places the pigeons for the shooter every time.”

After all ten pigeons were hit, Qingyang, Li Xing, and the others clapped enthusiastically. Hou Haibo pumped his fist in excitement: “Old Wang, well done! All ten clay pigeons hit!”

Wang Bo casually slung the shotgun over his shoulder and smiled at Ye Qipeng: “President Ye, sorry, I guess I was lucky. All ten were hit—I win.”

Ye Qipeng sighed helplessly: “Brother Wang, don’t you think this is a bit… problematic?”

Wang Bo spread his hands: “Did I break any rules?”

Ye Qipeng gave a bitter smile: “Alright, you didn’t. You really won. Fine, we’ll go with what you said—half the channel fees will be reduced, but the ranch will fully integrate into our group’s sales points.”

These words made Wang Bo overjoyed. He extended his hand: “No problem, President Ye. Pleasure doing business with you.”

Assistant Lang took a bottle of red wine and two tall glasses from his bag, poured the wine, and handed them over: “Here, President Ye, Mayor Wang, let’s toast and celebrate.”

The glasses clinked gently, the wine rippled—and just like that, the deal was sealed.

Ye Qipeng continued shooting clay pigeons, Assistant Lang continued practicing with the gun, and Wang Bo turned to Qingyang and the others: “You all need to have some service awareness in the future. Look at their assistant—so prepared and attentive.”

Qingyang gave a wry smile: “Boss, they had clearly decided to accept your terms long ago. They even planned to drink and celebrate from the start. We thought they might drag it out for negotiation.”

Wang Bo waved his hand: “Alright, no more excuses. Do better next time. By the way, where’s Hani? Why didn’t he come?”

Uncle Bing said: “The inspector has been volunteering at the Salvation Army for the past few days. He went last weekend and now he heads there right after work.”

Wang Bo said admiringly: “Didn’t expect it—our inspector is really dedicated.”

“Oh, and Mrs. Vanessa from town also volunteers there. It’s because she joined the Salvation Army that the inspector started going so often,” Uncle Bing added.

Wang Bo was speechless: “That old guy has turned the Salvation Army into a matchmaking spot, hasn’t he?”

This trip, Ye Qipeng and company mainly came to Sunset Town for vacation. The business talk was secondary. They planned to stay for a week. Later, Yang Zhilong, chairman of the New Zealand Chinese Federation and Oceania Chinese Chamber of Commerce, would also arrive.

Once Yang Zhilong came, Wang Bo wouldn’t accompany them anymore. Sunset Town had plenty of attractions and activities—they could go fishing or hiking to enjoy the spring scenery on their own. No need for him to guide them.

When he returned to work, he saw Hani fidgeting in the office, frequently standing to look out the window, checking the time repeatedly, and as soon as the workday ended, he would rush out without packing anything.

Seeing this, Wang Bo had a hunch. He checked the Salvation Army store on the sand table and saw that Hani’s relationship with Mrs. Vanessa had progressed a lot—they were inseparable, even holding hands when no one was looking.

So at the end of the workday, he specifically went to find Little Hani in the tour guide department: “Kid, get in the car. I need to discuss something with you.”

Because of castle renovations, everyone had moved out. The villa rooms were limited, and Eva needed quiet after giving birth, so Hani and Bowen had moved elsewhere. They had their own homes in Sunset Town.

Little Hani got in the car. Wang Bo said: “I thought you went back to live with your father. Why did you move to Bowen’s place?”

Little Hani sniffed: “Nothing. I’m not used to living with the old man.”

Wang Bo said: “Your father has changed a lot. What problem do you still see? I can talk to him for you and make him change.”

Little Hani didn’t respond.

Wang Bo asked: “Is it because your father calls Aunt Vanessa at home, so you don’t want to live with him?”

“It’s more than calls—they video chat too,” Little Hani said indignantly.

Wang Bo snorted: “So what? Have you been in a sweet cocoon too long that you’ve lost perspective? Isn’t it good that your father and Aunt Vanessa are together?”

Little Hani said angrily: “Not if I’m around—never!”

Wang Bo looked at him: “Kid, you’re already an adult. Stop saying things like that.”

He reached out to pat Little Hani’s head, but paused—Little Hani was no longer the mischievous thirteen or fourteen-year-old. He had grown into a strong, well-built young man.

This realization made Wang Bo a bit sentimental: “I apologize. I shouldn’t call you ‘kid.’ You’re already a young man.”

Little Hani lifted his head proudly—he clearly enjoyed this recognition.

Wang Bo said: “When we first met, you were a bad boy, stealing our wallet and car, lawless… sores on your head and pus on your feet…”

Little Hani quickly interrupted: “We weren’t stealing to get money or anything. We were just taking revenge on our family. Don’t say I was ‘completely bad.’ Don’t think I don’t understand that Chinese saying.”

Wang Bo smiled: “So you know you were completely bad? Feels like in the blink of an eye, you’ve gone from that bad boy to this polite, respectable young man. Time really is amazing. Unfortunately, time is fair—while you’ve grown up, your father has aged.”

“He hasn’t!” Little Hani said, displeased.

Wang Bo said: “Old or not, women decide. Do you think if your father walks down the street now, young women still flirt with him?”

Little Hani said: “Hopefully not. He killed my mother—he must remain loyal to her.”

Wang Bo shook his head: “You don’t think your father is loyal? Young man, he’s lived with guilt over your mother. You probably don’t know, but when I went to see your father back then, he was planning to commit suicide.”

“Impossible!” Little Hani exclaimed, eyes wide.

Wang Bo said firmly: “Your father is an extreme guy. Look at him—he’s infatuated with Mrs. Vanessa. You know why? Only by being with her can he lessen his longing and guilt over your mother.”