HLM -Chapter 1328 The Ranch in Alesund

President Bartier truly understood Wang Bo better than anyone. The gift he brought was both generous and distinctive—he had given Old Wang an entire house!

He handed Wang Bo a silk box. Wang Bo opened it and found an electronic key and a property certificate. Surprised, he asked, “What is this?”

Bartier replied, “A BACH. Haven’t you been building BACH houses recently? I’m giving your daughter one in Iceland. I think your whole family will like it there.”

A BACH is a small house tucked away in scenic spots. Following Hani’s advice, Wang Bo had started building such houses, mainly in forests at the foot and mid-slope of mountains. The foundations were now laid, and the houses were being equipped with utilities.

Wang Bo exclaimed, “You gave me a BACH? In Iceland? My goodness!”

“No, it’s for your daughter. It’s located in the southeast of Reykjavík, facing the sea,” Bartier clarified. “Don’t you like it?”

Wang Bo nodded repeatedly. “Of course I like it! I love it.”

New Zealand is an island nation in the South Pacific, while Iceland is an island nation in the North Atlantic. From a tourism perspective, the two could be called twin gems of the Earth. New Zealand is near the South Pole, and Iceland is near the North Pole. Both boast stunning scenery, though their seasons are opposite.

Eva looked at the key and the onsite photos in the box, delighted. “Oh my god, we were just planning a holiday in the Northern Hemisphere, and then we received your gift. This is such a wonderful surprise!”

When Bartier arrived, Alexander immediately gave him a warm hug. Bartier, having shed his earlier fatigue, was now lively and joking with him.

Seeing this, Wang Bo said with some sympathy, “Being in high positions doesn’t necessarily mean these people live as comfortably as we imagine.”

Eva nodded in agreement. “Of course. President Bartier has a vast household and business empire, with countless responsibilities. Even New Zealand’s economic lifeline is tied to him.”

Wang Bo said, “Well, I also have a big family and a large business. Look—so many people came to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. And my farm, my ranch, my town—they’re all part of a big household and big business.”

“What are you trying to say?” Eva asked with a gentle smile.

“I mean, even with all this, I’m still full of energy. And look, I’m taking care of the child—she’s behaving quite well right now.”

Eva held the little girl and kissed her rosy cheeks, smiling fondly. “Of course, she knows today is her special day. She’s acting just like a little princess.”

“A child raised by the queen is indeed a little princess, a true princess,” Rosalie said with a smile.

Once most guests had arrived, Wang Bo, as the host, appeared to greet and welcome everyone to the banquet.

Wang Bo’s parents stared in awe at the towering cakes. Of course, these weren’t real cakes—they were made from diapers, toys, small blankets, and clothes arranged to look like cakes.

This is the most common gift at New Zealand baby showers, and Wang Bo had given one before—originally to Alesund Mayor Huta-Sak, who now returned the gesture. Other guests had also brought similar gifts.

Among the attending New Zealanders, many thought the centennial celebration was a baby shower. So when Wang Bo mingled with guests, the mayor of Wanderer Town asked somewhat impatiently, “Wang, why is your baby shower so late? The child is already so big.”

“Maybe it’s not Wang’s fault. I think Ms. Eva didn’t want a baby shower before the birth—we know moms don’t look their best then,” Mayor Sak teased.

Wang Bo laughed. “It’s a Chinese tradition, but it’s similar to a baby shower. People can understand it that way.”

With all the guests assembled, Eva, holding the child and accompanied by Rosalie, entered the hotel lobby. Everyone clapped, offering blessings to the child.

The scene was chaotic. The little girl finally lost patience—she pouted, closed her eyes, and was ready to burst into tears.

Fortunately, Wang Bo had prepared a countermeasure. He brought the Queen dog over. Eva signaled Uncle Bing to bring the Queen forward, then handed the child to her.

The Queen gently nuzzled the little girl’s face. The girl immediately opened her eyes, giggling, and reached out with her soft little hands to touch the Queen’s large ears.

Father Rooney smiled kindly. “Mayor, your daughter likes this dog.”

Wang Bo said, “She doesn’t just like her. The Queen normally watches over her—they have a very deep bond.”

Servers flitted about like butterflies, constantly delivering champagne and wine. Wang Bo needed to do the same, weaving through the crowd, joining every small circle, attending to everyone meticulously.

These small circles had strict social nuances. At just this one banquet, class differences became clearly visible.

Bartier, Alexander, Mayor Sak, and Sheriff Smith formed the top-tier circle. Wang Bo primarily focused on these conversations, while his subordinates could manage the lower-tier circles. He had to personally attend to Bartier and the others.

Mayor Sak, who had the least contact with Wang Bo, seized the opportunity to chat. “The weather should be great this year. Are you planning to expand production?”

Wang Bo pondered. “I will expand the farm’s scale. The ranch won’t be expanded for now; I need to consider market capacity. Of course, if the market can still absorb it, I will continue expanding.”

He certainly planned to expand both the farm and ranch, as he had recently acquired many ‘Heart of the Farm’ and ‘Heart of the Ranch’ items. Each acquisition would be put to use—he currently had ten farm hearts and more than twenty ranch hearts.

Mayor Sak smiled. “Would you be interested in developing farms in Alesund? You know, farm owners have had a tough couple of years. Many farms are up for sale and remain vacant.”

Wang Bo politely declined. “I need to make use of my own land first. Hundreds of square kilometers are still lying fallow.”

Mayor Sak expressed regret. “Well, then I’ll have to find another way to sell our farms.”

Bartier gave Wang Bo a knowing glance. Seeing this, Wang Bo quietly stepped aside.

Bartier whispered, “Why did you refuse? This could have been profitable for you.”