HLM -Chapter 1364 All Tricks

Song Zijun had specially prepared a feast of delicacies from land and sea, so naturally, Wang Bo and the others couldn’t leave before lunch.

After finishing their meal, the sky turned gloomy, and it looked like it might snow, so Wang Bo suggested they leave early.

Song Zijun was warm and courteous, insisting that they stay for dinner. They ended up staying until evening, and as the sky darkened, snowflakes began to drift down. Seeing the weather turning bad, he finally let his twin sons bid farewell to the two of them before sending them off.

As they drove down the road, Zhong Dabao suddenly pulled over, mumbling, “Something’s wrong with the headlights.”

Wang Bo got out to check and found a layer of moisture inside the left headlight. Outside, the temperature was dropping with snow falling, while the headlights were hot. The moisture inside had condensed into droplets, trickling down inside the headlight cover.

Zhong Dabao grew anxious. “What’s going on? Will it affect the headlights? Could this moisture cause a short circuit?”

Wang Bo scratched his head. He wasn’t sure either. Nowadays, headlights are usually integrated units, so how could moisture get inside?

He asked, “Check if there’s any crack or something. Could it have come in through a crack?”

The car was Song Zijun’s Mercedes, not theirs. Even though the car’s cost wasn’t a big deal, if something happened, it would be embarrassing.

Zhong Dabao checked the headlight while Wang Bo called Gide, who managed the town’s public vehicles and knew a lot about car repairs.

Gide answered: “No need to check. It’s probably not a broken headlight. Cases where water enters because the outer shell is cracked are rare.”

“Then what is it?”

Gide explained, “It’s likely seeping in from the back of the headlight assembly. Modern headlights are vented; the back has a vent that connects the interior to the outside.”

Sure enough, Zhong Dabao looked up. “Wang Bo, no problem. The headlights aren’t broken.”

Gide continued, “The vent lets hot air escape, and at the same time, moist outside air can come in. I’m guessing it’s cold and damp where you are?”

“Yes,” Wang Bo said, “it’s snowing.”

“Exactly,” Gide said confidently. “When the moist air enters the headlight and the bulb is on, it heats up. If it’s snowing or very cold outside, the moisture condenses on the inside of the headlight cover, forming fog.”

Wang Bo asked, “Then what should we do?”

“Simple,” Gide said. “Turn on both the low and high beams. The heat will dry out the moisture.”

Wang Bo relayed the method to Zhong Dabao, who mumbled, “Will it work?”

“Try it.”

Gide, who understood their conversation, reassured them: “Don’t worry, this is normal. Cars are designed with this in mind, so the moisture won’t damage the circuits or headlights.”

They turned on all the lights and crouched by the roadside. Sure enough, after a while, the fog started to clear.

Zhong Dabao cheered, “Hey, it really works! I nearly freaked out.”

Wang Bo said, “As long as the car’s fine. I’ve never seen this in Sunset Town.”

In Sunset Town, he never maintained the car himself—Gide, Uncle Bing, and others helped—so he’d never encountered this.

Their relief didn’t last long. The fog hadn’t completely dried when suddenly the headlights went out.

“Damn, why did the lights go out?” Zhong Dabao exclaimed instinctively.

Wang Bo gasped. “Did you even start the car? Were you just using the battery? The battery’s dead, isn’t it?”

Without battery power, the car couldn’t start…

Zhong Dabao tried. There was still a little charge; the lights worked, but the voltage wasn’t enough to start the car.

Wang Bo stared at him. “How could you stop the car and leave the lights on? No common sense at all. How did Su Taotao even like you?”

Zhong Dabao, good-natured, weakly said, “Maybe because I’m cute?”

“Get lost! Call someone to charge the battery!”

By the time they were delayed, snow had started falling heavily by the time they got home. Wang Bo’s parents breathed a sigh of relief. “Why are you back so late?”

Zhong Dabao chuckled, “I was being cute on the way.”

His parents didn’t understand, but as long as they were safe, it was fine.

Next came wedding preparations. Wang Bo took Eva to the city to order their dresses.

Although they already had wedding attire—his parents had arranged two sets while in New Zealand—Wang Bo wanted a new set.

They visited the largest traditional bridal and formal wear store in the city, famous for exquisite, expensive designs.

Standing at the entrance, Wang Bo looked at the display window full of glamorous and delicate outfits. He sighed, “Back in college, we once passed by here. I thought, someday my wife will get married in one of these dresses. Look, the dream’s come true.”

Eva pinched his cheek. “Is that why you insisted on a new dress? Honestly, your wife doesn’t care which brand, PRONOVIAS or Jingzhi—both are fine.”

PRONOVIAS is a globally renowned bridal brand. While some smaller workshops may match its craftsmanship, the brand prestige is unmatched.

This store was known for elegance and luxury, favored by Queen Elizabeth II, Madonna, and other celebrities. It excelled at creating dreamy, timeless, noble, and romantic styles.

Jingzhi was a small local workshop, mainly for mid- to low-end markets.

Wang Bo smiled. Since their home wedding would follow Chinese style, they needed a local designer. For a future New Zealand wedding, he planned to hire a master designer from Valentino.

Inside, a staff member greeted them. Seeing Eva, another attendant arrived, fluent in English.

Wang Bo explained they could choose from existing designs but wanted the dress finished within a week.

The attendant hesitated. “Sir, one week is too short. We need at least fifteen days for a complete dress.”

Wang Bo said, “Can’t you speed it up? The price is negotiable.”

Upon hearing this, the attendant said, “In that case, one week is fine.”

Wang Bo: “……”

All tricks!