HLM -Chapter 1358 Turning Over

After taking the oath, the auxiliary police team was officially considered formed.

Since this was a group of irregular volunteers, Wang Bo modeled their structure after the Chinese military system: Uncle Bing served as the tactical leader, while Atulu acted as the spiritual leader.

He had uniforms made to resemble police attire, complete with ranks. The only difference was that the armbands read “Auxiliary Police” instead of “Police”—everything else was identical.

The addition of the auxiliary police greatly eased the regular police force’s burden. When a call came in, Uncle Bing would assign one police officer paired with one auxiliary officer to handle it, effectively halving the manpower required.

Wang Bo knew there would be issues. Once the Maori volunteers’ enthusiasm cooled and their initial excitement faded, they would surely find the work tiring and boring.

But as long as it relieved the pressure on public security, he was satisfied.

By late January, according to the traditional Chinese calendar, the New Year was approaching.

Father Bo and Mother Bo had been in New Zealand for nearly two years, and Wang Bo felt they had grown accustomed to the place. He decided to apply for their immigration.

Without immigration, he would have to constantly deal with visa renewals for his parents—a tedious process in New Zealand—and with their visas soon expiring, he decided to act.

For this, he consulted Hani, who was well-versed in immigration policies.

Over coffee, Hani said, “You want to apply for your parents’ immigration? That’s easy. The best route is the Parent Retirement Visa.”

Wang Bo asked, “Is that the simplest option?”

Hani nodded: “Yes. It’s a kind of loophole. The government wants to attract wealthy immigrants to boost the economy. This policy is designed for people with money to bring their funds over legally.”

Wang Bo asked, “What about family reunion immigration? Isn’t that the simplest?”

Family reunion immigration allows a child who has immigrated to New Zealand to bring over family members once certain conditions are met.

Hani said, “Ha! That’s the government tricking skilled migrants. Reunion visas take years to process. There’s a long queue now—you’ll have to wait patiently.”

Wang Bo asked, “So how does the retirement visa work?”

“The Parent Retirement Visa is processed quickly. You don’t wait in line with the long queue of family reunion applicants; it’s prioritized for fast processing. The requirements are simple but strict: parents must be healthy, have funds, and the money must come from legitimate sources.”

Wang Bo asked, “What exactly are the requirements?”

“An annual income exceeding NZD 60,000, verifiable through investigation; invest NZD 1 million in an approved New Zealand project through legal banking channels for four years; and, in addition to the NZD 1 million investment, applicants must have at least NZD 500,000 as a settlement fund.”

These conditions were no problem for Wang Bo. He nodded: “Okay, help me prepare the documents; I’ll apply for my parents.”

At dinner, Wang Bo mentioned the plan.

His father immediately put down his chopsticks and shook his head: “No, Xiao Bo. We won’t immigrate.”

Wang Bo was surprised: “What? Dad, if you don’t immigrate, we’ll be separated. We can’t keep flying back and forth every year just to reunite.”

His father said, “Your mother and I are still young and healthy. We can take care of ourselves. In a few days, we’ll go back home and won’t stay here.”

Eva also tried to persuade them: “Dad, why go back? We’re a family. You love our daughter so much—you should stay for her.”

His father said, “Eva, no need to persuade us. We’re not immigrating, at least not now. This place is nice, but it’s not our root.”

“Mom?” Wang Bo looked at her.

His mother said, “Your father and I feel the same way. Xiao Bo, your daughter is growing up; in a few days we’ll go back for the New Year, not stay here.”

His father continued: “Last year we didn’t go to your grandparents’ grave. I can’t let that rest in my heart. This year we must go. Also, you and Eva should have a wedding at home—go back and have it there.”

Wang Bo replied, “We can talk about the wedding later. I know you find it dull here because there aren’t many people to talk to. But isn’t it good to watch your granddaughter grow?”

His father shook his head: “Don’t try to persuade us, Xiao Bo. Your mother and I really miss home. You don’t understand—when we go to bed, we have to talk about family matters, or we can’t sleep. Even when we do sleep, our dreams are all about home!”

Hearing this, Wang Bo silently nodded: “Okay, we won’t immigrate. We’ll talk about it later.”

Eva looked at him in surprise. He smiled wryly and signaled to continue eating.

Back in their bedroom, Eva placed their daughter on the bed and asked, “Why didn’t you try to persuade them?”

Wang Bo said helplessly, “We Chinese value hometown ties and returning to our roots. Besides, my parents have spent most of their lives at home before coming to Sunset Town. I couldn’t expect them to abandon that environment.”

As they talked, the little girl began to wiggle on the bed. She turned toward the princess cat and reached out to grab her to play.

The princess made a clicking noise with her mouth and moved aside, avoiding the baby.

The little girl was displeased. She pouted, clenched her tiny fists, and kicked her short legs. While wriggling, she suddenly rolled over, ending up lying next to the princess.

The princess looked at her in shock, probably unaware that babies could roll over, thinking they could only lie on the bed and cry.

The little girl grabbed the cat’s white tail. The princess instinctively tried to escape, but her tail was held tightly, and a sudden jerk made her squeal in pain.

Eva was delighted: “Wow, amazing! Our daughter can roll over! She rolled over!”

Wang Bo, lost in thoughts about his parents returning home for the New Year, quickly looked over when Eva shouted.

The princess meowed loudly, struggling to free her tail.

Although the baby was small, her hands were strong enough to hold the cat’s tail firmly. The cat, in pain, dared not struggle vigorously, so it couldn’t escape.

The worst part? Eva and Wang Bo, who the princess relied on for help, didn’t intervene but cheered for the baby instead.

“Come on, roll over for daddy again,” Wang Bo laughed happily.

By four to five months, babies can roll over. Soon, they can also learn to sit up. Their daughter was developing normally; some babies develop faster, sitting up as early as five months.

They quickly shared the news with Bo’s parents. Although the baby rolling over was a small thing, it brought them great joy and temporarily eased their homesickness.

However, the baby was stubborn, holding onto the princess’s tail and refusing to roll over.

Wang Bo’s coaxing didn’t work. Eva thought and gently removed the fox’s tail from her hand. The princess tried to run but was held in place.

“Come on, don’t run. Lie here like before,” Eva coaxed.

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