HLM -Chapter 1352 Taking Classmates to Herd

New Year’s Day was a holiday, but in New Zealand, it was only one day. Even as mayor, Wang Bo had to follow this arrangement—Inspector Hani didn’t work for nothing.

He picked up his friends, introduced them to his daughter that night, and returned to work the next day. What he did in the office was nobody’s business.

After finishing work, he told Elizabeth, “Help me pack my things,” then adopted the “hands-off boss” approach and sped away in his car.

During the day, Li Xing and a few others had been playing at the shooting range. By afternoon, their bodies couldn’t handle it anymore, so now they were strolling around the ranch.

Wang Bo drove over. The sun was still high in the sky. Fan Dong asked, “What do you usually do after work?”

“What else? Go home to be with my wife and kids, or help out here.”

“You’re such a big leader, yet you still have to personally work on the front lines?” Song Jiashu laughed.

Wang Bo spread his hands. “No choice, must lead by example. Besides, I’m the kind of good boss who calls my brothers to join me in solving problems. Fan Dong, that guy would just yell, ‘Brothers, go do it for me.’”

Fan Dong gave a bitter laugh. “What are you talking about? I’m the smallest brother—at work, I’m just cannon fodder.”

Wang Bo said, “Then come help me with business. This time, my buddies have a big deal going on.”

“For what? I don’t want to come over,” Fan Dong said sullenly.

Wang Bo shook his head. “Fine, then. If you don’t want to come, we won’t talk about it. Let’s go—you’ve been shooting all afternoon, now I’ll take you for a ride.”

“What kind of ride? Did you buy a supercar? McLaren or Bugatti Veyron?” Zhang Rui asked curiously.

“Follow me,” Wang Bo said.

The “ride” was horseback. The wild horses in the stable had been tamed, usually for tourists to ride.

Wang Bo rode the Tuhao Jin, while the others could choose freely.

Everyone had their eyes on the black stallion, eager to grab its reins.

The black stallion disdainfully shook its head, stepped back to create distance, glanced at them with big eyes, and turned away in contempt.

“Whoa, what’s up with this horse? Looks pretty feisty.”

“Notice its eyes? Am I imagining it, or does it look like it’s looking down on us?”

“Ha, I’m taking it today no matter what. Get drunk, ride the fiercest horse!”

Wang Bo called from the side, “You’d better behave. That’s the king horse here—it won’t let strangers touch it. If you want to get along with it for a while, maybe it’ll work.”

“How long?” Zhou Haojie drooled at the sight of the horse.

The black stallion looked like a mythical horse—tall, muscular, with sleek black coat and long mane. Its appearance alone would earn extra points in dressage competitions.

Wang Bo said, “At least two months. She’s a mare and sensitive.”

“Two months? Then forget it, I don’t have time for that,” Zhou Haojie groaned.

Qingyang added, “Not necessarily. There’s a shortcut—you can get close to her in a day.”

“What?” Several of them perked up.

“Eat, drink, and sleep together with her,” Qingyang said.

Zhou Haojie frowned. “The stable’s clean, the temperature’s comfortable. Eating and sleeping together isn’t too hard, but will it really work?”

“Definitely. But don’t think it’s just feeding her hay while you eat steak. You eat what she eats,” Qingyang explained.

“That’s ridiculous!” they complained.

Zhou Haojie gritted his teeth. “Fine, I’ll do it. It’s just a couple meals of hay, right?”

“And sleeping together—you have to make her comfortable. But I guess you’re not very well-equipped; you’ll need to use your hands,” Qingyang said with a mischievous smile.

Middle fingers shot up. Zhao Xiaohui scolded playfully, “Brother A, you never change, always so vulgar after all these years!”

Qingyang complained, “What do you mean vulgar? I’m just giving advice!”

Wang Bo waved his hand. “Alright, stop dawdling. Once it gets dark, just pick any horse except the black stallion.”

They had all learned to ride when they first came to Sunset Town. Riding a trained horse on the grassland was easy. Even if they were rusty, as long as they kept their balance, nothing would happen.

Wang Bo waved. “Kids, follow me!”

Hou Haibo sang, “The king called me to patrol the mountain, so I wander the world…”

“Shut up, you damn monkey! You patrol yourself. We’re not your kids,” Zhang Rui laughed.

Hou Haibo ignored him: “…catch a monk for dinner!”

Tuhao Jin, after running on the track, would instinctively speed up—showing off. Other horses could keep up, but the riders’ skills lagged. Cao Bo was already flailing, yelling, “Whoa, whoa, slow down! I’m gonna fall!”

Wang Bo patted Tuhao Jin’s head. It understood and gradually slowed down.

Little Meng flew in the air. Seeing Wang Bo wave, he thought it was for him and cheerfully landed.

Wang Bo stepped back a little. Little Meng grabbed the front of the saddle, standing tall against the wind.

Entering the ranch, Su Dongdong rode up and asked, “What are we doing? Herding these cattle and sheep into the barn?”

Wang Bo shook his head. “No need. New Zealand has no large predators—no wolves in the wild. We can leave the cattle and sheep in the pasture. We’re just checking around, seeing if any cows or sheep are pregnant. If they are, we’ll move them out.”

The grass was lush and green, stretching in endless waves. The cattle and sheep strolled leisurely, occasionally grazing.

The bull king led a group of strong bulls to the creek to drink. Water buffalo crossed the clear river; they looked at each other briefly, then silently parted ways.

“You take your narrow bridge, I’ll take my sunny road.”

A Rottweiler by the river watched closely but relaxed upon seeing this, wagging its tail and resuming patrol.

Cousins and Peterson rode nearby, discussing something. Seeing Wang Bo, they nodded in greeting.

Wang Bo searched the pasture with his classmates. He noticed a white yak moving slowly and paid special attention. Observing changes in its abdomen and hindquarters, he dismounted and touched it.

“How is it?”

Wang Bo nodded. “This cow’s pregnant. We need to move her.”

“How can you tell?” Fan Dong asked curiously.

Wang Bo smiled. “You see enough, you can tell. Plus, touch helps. In short, nothing fancy—just experience.”