HLM -Chapter 1348 The Cavalry’s War

Sunset Town now had so many tourism projects to offer.

There were the horse ranch, the dwarf beast zoo, various rare bird sanctuaries, the abundant fish in Lake Haweya, floating cabins on the lake, and more.

On Christmas Eve, the Sunset Band even came back to hold a small concert, which further boosted tourism.

Hearing this news, Wang Bo complained, “Why are you only telling me now? If you’d mentioned it earlier, I would’ve come back on Christmas Day itself.”

For Sunset Town, this was a milestone event.

Bowen handed him a box and said, “We just finished collecting the data. And I want to give this to you as a Christmas gift!”

Wang Bo opened the box and found printed sheets with statistical data.

Then Bowen eagerly asked, “Boss, what Christmas gift did you prepare for me?”

Old Wang arrogantly pulled out a crate, patted it, and said, “It’s right in here.”

Bowen covered his heart and took a deep breath: “Oh shit, boss, you’re still so generous. Such a big box—what’s inside?”

Old Wang opened the crate, took out a small bottle, and patted him on the shoulder. “You’re overthinking it, just this one.”

“Ah?” Bowen was dumbfounded as he took the bottle and looked at it. “Arctic shrimp oil? What the hell is this?”

Wang Bo said seriously, “It’s a great product—it promotes heart health, boosts immunity, enhances memory and concentration, slows aging, supports joint health, lowers cholesterol and blood lipids…”

“So many functions?” Bowen was even more stunned.

“That’s not all,” the boss shot him a glare. “It also supports brain and nervous system health, alleviates PMS symptoms, helps skin health, and even aids those with high blood sugar…”

Bowen interrupted, “Stop stop stop, boss. Did you go to Iceland to travel or join a pyramid scheme? And PMS relief… what the hell is that?”

“For your Cici.”

Bowen was skeptical, but Hani, who came with him, got interested when he heard it was Arctic shrimp oil and happily grabbed two bottles. “I’ll give one to Vanessa, and one to Carlsen. This stuff is amazing.”

Seeing Hani snatch them, Bowen quickly grabbed an extra bottle for himself.

Wang Bo gave Arctic shrimp oil to all his trusted subordinates. Its health benefits were indeed very strong.

Just two days after returning to Sunset Town, another big plane arrived. When the plane opened, large cages were pushed out—fifty miniature horses were unloaded.

The little ponies looked bewildered under the bright sun outside. They had thick, long manes and dense short hair, clearly not used to the hot weather…

Wang Bo had a solution: shave them!

Soon, the ranch had a group of completely bald little ponies.

Visitors thought they were some new animal species and came running to see. Just like that, Sunset Town gained yet another tourism attraction.

Back at work, Atulu complained, “Boss, that Arctic shrimp oil you gave tastes terrible. I tried it on roasted meat, soups, stir-fries… nothing works.”

Wang Bo was shocked. “Are you insane? That’s a health supplement! It’s meant to be eaten in capsules!”

Atulu blinked. “Capsules?”

“One capsule costs several bucks. How many have you eaten?”

“All gone,” Atulu said regretfully, spreading his hands.

Gerald scratched his face and asked, “You ate them all? Didn’t die?”

Atulu replied indignantly, “What kind of question is that? How could a health supplement kill someone? Gerard, do you dislike me or something? Why do you always say stupid stuff like this?”

Gerald’s face darkened. “Stupid stuff? You think I’m cursing you?! Damn it. Look at my face, my arms, my legs. I’ve only taken one capsule a day for three days, and look at this!”

His skin had red patches, some even raised.

“What happened?” Hani asked worriedly.

Gerald muttered, “Allergic… seafood allergy.”

Wang Bo awkwardly said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you—this Arctic shrimp oil is derived from seafood, so people allergic to seafood shouldn’t take it.”

That same evening, when the Icelandic horses were delivered, the ranch manager—Marlon, the golden-horse-loving horse trainer—called: “Shit! Shit! Shit! Boss, come quick! The Icelandic horses are fighting with some mini horses!”

Hearing that the horses were fighting, Wang Bo rushed over immediately.

Actually, horses are generally calm creatures. Unless they’re trained warhorses or untamed wild horses, they rarely fight.

Icelandic horses are even more docile. Wang Bo imported them precisely for this reason, hoping they’d serve tourists peacefully. But now, they started fighting the moment they arrived!

Thinking back to his visit to the Qili Aurora Ranch, he recalled how two performance horses immediately started fighting after leaving their trainer. Perhaps horses aren’t as peace-loving as advertised.

Driving to the ranch, at the outskirts, he saw dozens, even hundreds of horses tangled together—a spectacular scene!

The Icelandic horses he bought were all young horses. Adult horses, accustomed to Iceland’s cold climate, could easily get sick if brought suddenly to New Zealand.

These young horses were about one meter tall, roughly the size of adult mini horses.

The ranch had various types of mini horses. The most common were Australian miniature horses, a breed that grows to about one meter tall even as adults.

There were other breeds, like Falabella horses, which were much smaller. Adult Falabella horses were less than half a meter tall, weighed under ten kilograms—smaller than a dog.

In Wang Bo’s memory, Falabellas were the “delicate little ones” of the ranch. They always looked pitiful, living cautiously, afraid of any glance from larger animals.

But the situation had changed. The Falabellas weaved through the chaotic herd, and when they encountered the bald Icelandic horses, they’d rear up and try to kick them with their front legs.

The Icelandic horses didn’t care at all, focusing instead on the similarly sized miniature horses, battling them fiercely.

This left the Falabellas in an awkward position. Even when standing on their hind legs, they could only reach the chest of the Icelandic horses, who were so strong they didn’t care.

Watching this, Wang Bo couldn’t help but think of an internet joke from back home: Yao Ming meets Guo Xiaosi in a boxing ring, and Guo Xiaosi jumps up and punches Yao Ming in the knee…

The comparison between Falabellas and Icelandic horses wasn’t that extreme, but in terms of combat capability, it was roughly the same.