HLM -Chapter 1359 Washing Cars Isn’t Easy

So, the little princess helplessly leaned down beside the little girl, just close enough to be out of reach unless she turned over—then she could touch her.

But at this moment, the little girl had lost interest in her again, placing her tiny hands on her chest and playing by herself.

Wang Bo thought for a moment, then looked at the princess with a hint of threat: “Come on, wag your tail.”

The princess blinked her big, adorable eyes—she couldn’t understand a word he said.

Wang Bo picked up her tail and shook it. She refused to cooperate, burying her head deep in the soft, fluffy blanket.

Seeing this, Wang Bo grinned wickedly and pulled out a lighter, igniting it close to her: “Since you won’t wag your tail, I’ll just burn it off then.”

The princess’s Spirit Heart had already reached Level 3. When Wang Bo had shaken her tail before, she already knew what he intended—she just hadn’t executed it.

Now, seeing him actually set the flame, she panicked and wagged her tail vigorously, spinning it like a helicopter rotor…

After just a few shakes, sure enough, the little girl’s attention was drawn over.

She turned her head to look and reached out to grab, but it was just out of reach. Taking a deep breath, she shook a few more times, then with a strong push of her little bottom, “gudu,” she flipped over in one go.

Seeing this, Mother Bo laughed heartily and immediately picked up the little girl, beaming with joy.

Finally, the princess could run away…

Father Bo and Mother Bo were happily holding the baby, while Wang Bo happened to glance up and saw Dale standing at the doorway, looking at them wistfully, her eyes full of longing.

Suddenly, Wang Bo felt a pang of sympathy for her. Ever since the baby was born, Dale was no longer the “little princess” of the family. Previously, everyone had doted on her, but now all the attention went to the baby.

But Dale was good about it—she didn’t throw a fit or cry, she just quietly watched everything.

So Wang Bo went over, took her hand, and had her sit on the bed to play together. Later, at bedtime, he shared his thoughts with Eva.

Eva tapped her forehead: “Oh my, right, I’ve been neglecting Dale. Good thing you mentioned it, otherwise it would have caused her a lot of hurt.”

Wang Bo said, “This weekend, let’s take Dale somewhere to have fun.”

Eva shook her head: “No. For Dale right now, she’s past the stage where she enjoys playing. Playing with her will just make her realize our intentions and provoke her.”

“So what should we do?”

“We need to organize an activity where she participates in the process, so she gains a sense of accomplishment. That will give her confidence and dignity,” Eva said. “It’s just… I can’t think of a good activity right now.”

Wang Bo suggested a few, but none were suitable. For now, the idea had to be put on hold.

While at work, Kidd came over and said, “Boss, several company cars are dirty. We need to do a full cleaning.”

Wang Bo nodded: “Okay, you handle it.”

Kidd said, “Then I’ll need to leave work early. The car wash is very busy now, I have to line up.”

Wang Bo asked: “Really? Just for a car wash you need to queue? Why not just wash it ourselves? Or wait for rain and let the rain wash it.”

Pollution on the South Island is light, and the rain is clean. In summer, Wang Bo even used rainwater to wash the car.

Kidd shook his head: “No, boss. Not this time. These cars need to be cleaned with special water guns.”

Wang Bo asked, puzzled: “Why?”

Kidd pointed at the cars outside and explained.

Summer sun on the South Island is intense. Although the air temperature isn’t very high, the inside of a car exposed to the sun can reach 50–60°C. Open the door and you get hit by a wave of heat.

So, people park under trees to use the shade to slow the heating of the car interior, preventing discomfort and reducing accelerated aging or malfunction of interior components.

Also, New Zealand sunlight has strong UV rays, which accelerate the aging of the car’s paint surface. Parking under trees naturally adds a layer of protection.

But New Zealand is a paradise for birds and insects. Birds are social creatures, and if there’s one bird in a tree, within minutes it becomes a flock.

Birds have short intestines and excrete quickly, so they constantly leave droppings on cars. And since birds eat various things, the droppings are colorful.

Bird droppings are corrosive. Left on the paint, they damage the protective layer and reduce shine, so timely cleaning is necessary.

But that’s not the worst part. Even worse, trees are home to many insects, which also excrete.

Insect droppings aren’t big chunks—they’re tiny sticky pellets. Once they land on the car, they’re a pain to remove.

And insects are far more numerous than birds. Often hundreds or thousands, leaving countless small black spots on the car—basically insect poop.

These tiny spots are much harder to deal with than bird droppings. Especially if left for days, ordinary rain or a water spray often can’t remove them, leaving the car looking like it has pockmarks.

Hearing this, Wang Bo was shocked: “So much trouble? Why’s my car fine then?”

Kidd smiled wryly: “I always make sure your car gets cleaned thoroughly. You don’t see it, so it looks fine. And that’s not all.”

“Some trees also drop resin in hot summer weather.”

“If not cleaned, resin acts like glue, sticking other dirt to the car.”

Wang Bo said, “Life really has its complexities. Alright, you go handle it…”

Suddenly, an idea struck him: “Wait, you said we need to queue for a car wash? Business is busy?”

“Yes.”

“Is washing cars really that troublesome? Could we do it ourselves?”

Kidd shook his head: “Boss, this isn’t something to skimp on. As I said, there’s bird droppings, insect poop, and tree resin. Bird droppings are manageable, but resin is sticky and removing it is laborious. Sometimes strong chemicals are needed to clean it properly.”

Wang Bo said: “I know, I mean for ordinary cars—just dusty ones.”

Kidd shrugged: “That’s easy. Except in summer, we usually clean cars ourselves in other seasons.”

Wang Bo signaled him to leave, then called Eva: “Honey, I know what activity we can organize for Dale.”

Eva asked excitedly: “Really? What activity?”

Wang Bo said: “Car washing. In summer, many cars need washing.”

Eva: “Are you joking me?!”