HLM -Chapter 1353 The Real Gold Belt

Riding across the grasslands, as far as the eye could see, everything was lush green. The warm wind blew fiercely, carrying the scent of grass and livestock in the air.

The smell was slightly musky, but in no way unpleasant.

They had been roaming the ranch for over an hour when the sun slowly descended and night fell.

Zhou Haojie said, “Old Wang, the air here is really good. Not a speck of smog anywhere.”

Wang Bo smiled, “That’s a given. New Zealand relies on primary and tertiary industries, plus light industry—which is scarce anyway. Where would the smog come from?”

Cao Bo added, “Every time I come here, my pharyngitis seems to heal on its own. But as soon as I go back home, it flares up again. Sigh, my throat just can’t stay comfortable.”

Fan Dong stayed silent.

Qingyang intervened, “Well, our country has a huge population. There’s no choice. To support so many mouths, everyone has to work hard in industry and production.”

Zhou Haojie’s wife, Li Jiayi, said, “Let’s not talk about that. Our lives are already pretty good. My grandparents are very content with life as it is now.”

Night deepened, and a thin layer of mist began to spread above Lake Haweya.

Fan Dong looked at the hazy fog and asked, “Old Wang, you mentioned earlier there’s a business you want us to get involved in. What kind of business?”

Wang Bo replied, “The kind that can make you rich.”

Upon hearing this, Cao Bo and Zhou Haojie perked up. “Make us rich? How?”

Fan Dong was about to say something, but Zhou Haojie interrupted, “Don’t. You’re not interested, we are. Let Old Wang explain first.”

“I can ask even if I’m not interested, right?” Fan Dong said irritably.

Wang Bo said, “You’ve been to Auckland, right? I’ve acquired some ranches and farms there. The ownership can be divided, meaning I currently have about fifty farms and ranches.”

“Fifty?!” Fan Dong was shocked.

“You’re a landowner!” Zhou Haojie exclaimed, clearly envious.

“Damn, if we weren’t familiar, I’d think you were a hidden super-rich second-generation heir,” Su Dongdong said, speechless.

Wang Bo laughed, “I just recently acquired these farms and ranches. I plan to sell them. There’s a strong market for this back home. I want you all to handle the sales.”

Upon hearing this, Song Jiashu, Cao Bo, and Zhou Haojie were very interested. But Fan Dong, working in the system, and Su Dongdong, a university lecturer, hesitated.

Sales work is highly uncertain. One might become wealthy overnight—or make nothing at all. Generally speaking, it’s not comparable to their current jobs.

“What’s the commission?”

Wang Bo said, “For each farm or ranch sold, you’ll earn at least one million RMB. As for finding clients, don’t worry too much—I have friends back home who can help.”

Song Jiashu immediately nodded, “Count me in. Old Song doesn’t believe it—can’t sell even two farms in a year?”

Zhou Haojie nodded, “Now that I have a daughter, my old job isn’t enough. Damn it, from now on I’ll have to call Old Wang ‘boss,’ just like Brother A.”

Qingyang waved his hand, “I only call him that at work. Otherwise, Old Wang is broad-minded and never cares what I call him.”

“I’d be afraid of offending you and having you quit on me,” Wang Bo joked.

Fan Dong said, “Enough. I’m done being stuck in the system, treated like some nobody, no connections, just barely scraping by. Old Wang, I’m in. I have contacts—at least ten wealthy clients will be interested.”

Su Dongdong said, “I need to think about it. Sales might not be my thing.”

Wang Bo replied, “Go home, have some drinks, and think it over. There’s no rush for this kind of decision.”

A couple of days later, while at work, Elizabeth suddenly knocked on the door, signaling him to take a call.

Wang Bo asked, “Who’s calling? Why through you?”

Elizabeth handled the official Sunset Town phone line. Most acquaintances would directly call Wang Bo.

“It’s an official from the International Boxing Federation. He said Mr. Oakley referred him to contact you.”

Hearing this, Wang Bo immediately recalled Oakley mentioning the World Boxing Championship, and quickly picked up the phone.

“Hello, I’m Wang Bo, Mayor of Sunset Town. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Hello, I’m Roger Allison, Vice Chairman of the External Affairs Committee of the International Boxing Federation. It’s an honor to meet you, Mayor Wang,” came a deep voice.

Wang Bo replied politely, “Chairman Allison, the honor is mine. How can I assist you? I’d be happy to cooperate.”

Allison said, “Yes, indeed, there’s a matter I’d like your help with. Perhaps Oakley has mentioned it—we plan to organize a boxing event in two months, and are currently selecting venues.”

Wang Bo’s spirits lifted. “Mr. Oakley did mention it, and I’m very interested. I hope Sunset Town can cooperate with the International Boxing Federation, introducing boxing to audiences in Oceania.”

Allison said, “Oakley and I are close friends, and he’s a good kid, so I’ll be frank. We’ve already chosen four candidate cities: Tokyo, Vancouver, Buenos Aires, and Canberra.”

“Undoubtedly, these cities have larger markets than Sunset Town. So, if we were to choose Sunset Town, what can you offer to attract us?”

Wang Bo thought for a moment, then said, “First, attention. I admit these cities are more famous, but globally, the current focus may not surpass ours.”

“Second, promotion. The boxing market in New Zealand and Australia is still underdeveloped. Oakley, being from New Zealand, is the host. If he fights on his home turf, imagine the enthusiasm of Oceania’s audience.”

“Also, I’m willing to provide financial support: travel, food, and lodging for all participants will be arranged by us.”

“Moreover, I will offer a special gold belt.”

Allison, intrigued, asked, “A special gold belt? What kind of special belt?”

Wang Bo replied, “As you know, standard international gold belts are brass with gold plating, adorned with gems, crystals, and some precious metals. But Sunset Town has a gold mine.”

“I will provide a real gold belt, with at least the buckle made of pure gold.”

Allison gasped, “Do you know how much gold that requires?”

Wang Bo said, “Fifteen kilograms is enough, right?”

Allison replied, “Very well. I understand. Here’s my response: tomorrow, we will make the final selection of the venue, and Sunset Town will be considered.”