HLM -Chapter 1339 Golden Waterfall

When Wang Bo learned that this was Black Death whiskey, he looked at the young lady beside him with raised eyebrows—this drink wasn’t cheap.

The girl was surprisingly elegant and refined. When his gaze shifted, she smiled and explained, “This isn’t authentic Black Death. We’re using ordinary whiskey, not the Black Label. Otherwise, a single glass would cost several thousand krona—I couldn’t possibly afford that.”

Wang Bo asked, “Do you have the genuine Black Death here?”

The girl nodded. “Yes, I think we do. This is a pretty decent bar.”

Wang Bo gestured with his hand, and a waiter came over. He showed his card to the waiter and said, “Three glasses of Black Death. I want the authentic Black Death.”

The waiter replied, “Certainly, sir. Each glass is 8,500 krona. Three glasses come to 25,500 krona.”

Wang Bo nodded. “No problem.”

Converted, the whiskey was indeed expensive—over 500 RMB per glass—but considering it was a bar and their business depended on selling drinks, it wasn’t unreasonable.

When the three glasses were brought over, Wang Bo took one for himself and handed one to the young lady. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he offered the remaining glass to Eva, who had been watching the two of them curiously. “Hey, beautiful, want a drink?”

Eva shrugged. “Sorry, I’m nursing, so I can’t drink.”

Wang Bo insisted on placing the glass in front of her anyway. “If you’re not drinking, at least put it in front of you.”

Eva smiled but said nothing. The young lady beside him frowned slightly, shook her head, and said, “You’re no gentleman, forcing someone. Thank you for the drink, goodbye.”

As the young lady walked away, Eva giggled. “Handsome, feeling a bit disappointed?”

Wang Bo blinked. “She seems like a nice person.”

He had offered Eva the Black Death to fend off other men who might come over to ask for drinks. Since Eva wouldn’t drink it, any man trying to woo her would need a drink of this caliber or better.

Wang Bo didn’t drink the Black Death himself; he chose beer—ice-cold beer.

Icelandic beer is more famous than whiskey. The country had a 75-year legal prohibition on beer that was only repealed in 1989. To celebrate, March 1 was designated Beer Day, and brewers perfected their craft, producing excellent beer.

Outside, the wind howled, but the bar was warmed by hot spring water. Drinking ice-cold beer in this environment was like a sandwich of hot and cold sensations—a unique experience of fire and ice.

Ordering two Black Deaths saved the two of them a lot of trouble. By the time they left at midnight, only a few people had approached to show interest.

There were other activities in the city. Wang Bo noticed a karaoke room similar to those in China—but instead of private rooms, it was a stage open for anyone to perform.

Eva encouraged him, “Handsome, why not show off your singing?”

Wang Bo gave her a sidelong glance. “You think I don’t dare?”

Eva shrugged. “I didn’t say that. But if your applause is loud enough, then whatever you decide tonight goes.”

As an old couple, her words lit up Wang Bo’s mood—she was giving him the chance to command.

He confidently went on stage and planned to play it safe by choosing a Chinese song.

Though there were some tourists, Wang Bo noticed no familiar Chinese faces. Singing a Chinese song here, good or bad, would count as a unique feature and would earn applause.

But an awkward problem arose: the song system was outdated—there were no Chinese songs!

Standing on stage, Wang Bo looked completely baffled. Eva below laughed joyfully.

Wang Bo was clever; without accompaniment, he would sing a cappella. He belted out “My Motherland”, pulling the notes with all his strength, and surprisingly, he sang quite well.

When he set down the microphone, the applause and cheers came like a sudden storm.

Wang Bo walked down proudly. “So? How’s the applause?”

Eva feigned surprise. “This little applause? I didn’t really hear much.”

Wang Bo said, “Trying to cheat? Fine, you go up and sing. I’ll see the applause you get. If it surpasses mine, whatever you say goes.”

Eva was perfect in almost every way—but her voice wasn’t beautiful. She sang averagely, not particularly pleasant to the ear.

Seeing Wang Bo so smug, Eva huffed. “You’re really despicable.”

“Who started cheating first?” he teased.

“Can’t you go easy on me? I’m your wife, and I just gave birth to your child.” Eva suddenly softened, looking pitiful.

Wang Bo tilted her chin and smiled. “When it comes to bedroom matters, there’s no compromise!”

The two of them playfully wandered around Reykjavik’s city streets until the shops started turning off their lights. Then they headed back.

That night, he didn’t turn on the lights. The BACH was completely dark, and as expected, no seagulls came by.

When the lights came on the next morning, the city was already shining brightly, but still no seagulls appeared—they had gone to the city to hunt for food.

Having already explored the city, their itinerary for today was the Golden Waterfall.

Iceland has one of the richest collections of waterfalls in the world. Across this 100,000-square-kilometer land, countless waterfalls exist. Frequent rain, large glaciers, mountains, and other terrain features create ideal conditions for waterfalls, making them even more famous than the aurora.

Wang Bo chose the Golden Waterfall, the closest major waterfall to Reykjavik.

Driving northeast out of the city for 125 kilometers, they arrived at the Golden Waterfall.

The waterfall is 2,500 meters wide and 70 meters high—the largest fault canyon waterfall in Iceland and widely renowned.

Originally, it belonged to a farm, but the owner donated the land to the government. It was then designated as a national environmental and natural reserve, becoming the Golden Waterfall tourist attraction.

Talking about this history, Eva teased, “Will you ever donate Sunset Town to the New Zealand government?”

Wang Bo thought for a moment. “It depends on our kids. If they have no interest in running a town, I don’t mind leaving it to the New Zealand government when I’m too old to manage it.”

In fact, if he couldn’t pass on the lordly spirit to his heirs, he would eventually include it in his will to donate the town.

Possessing wealth without wisdom can bring trouble. He worried that his descendants might be burdened by the resources of Sunset Town. With the lordly spirit, he could handle all issues. Without it, Sunset Town would be more of a liability than a blessing.

Even a few kilometers away from the Golden Waterfall, Wang Bo could already hear the thundering roar of the rapids, like crashing thunder—majestic beyond words.