HLM -Chapter 1371 The Town Has Changed

After the three of them stood up, the inspectors began questioning them:

“Hello. We received a report that you were discussing topics about guns and bombs, and that someone might even have a bomb on them.”

Li Xing blankly pulled four Kings from his hand and said, “I was saving this bomb for a final push. This… can’t stay on me?”

Wang Bo smiled wryly and explained, “We were just playing Dou Dizhu (a card game), so we mentioned a ‘bomb.’ Could this be some kind of misunderstanding?”

The two inspectors came up and scanned their bodies and luggage with instruments, then shook their heads at the middle-aged man in charge.

A flight attendant quickly walked up behind the middle-aged man and whispered a few words into his ear. After hearing them, he gave a helpless laugh and said, “Oh, so you’re Mr. Wang Bo, the mayor of Sunset Town in New Zealand. Sorry, sorry, it seems we’ve misunderstood.”

International flights have passenger lists. The flight attendant checked it and recognized Wang Bo and Eva.

For domestic flights heading to New Zealand, Wang Bo’s reputation surpassed most celebrities. Almost every domestic tourist visiting New Zealand would go to Sunset Town, so the cabin crew naturally knew the town and recognized Wang Bo.

Once Wang Bo’s identity was confirmed, no one suspected him of any terrorist activities on the plane. With no issues found, the security personnel quickly left.

The foreign couple returned shortly after, and the security explained the situation to them. Upon entering, they apologized: “Sorry.”

Wang Bo wasn’t petty, so he just smiled and said, “It’s okay.”

At Auckland International Airport, their plane, Sunset, was already waiting. With this transfer, they could fly straight back to Sunset Town.

Having been away from home for over a month, Wang Bo noticed that Sunset Town had changed quite a bit.

The Māori auxiliary police had been organized, and after recruitment, the police station added twenty new officers. However, they were still in Wellington undergoing training and hadn’t yet reported for duty.

When Conley reported the police work to him, he chuckled: “These rookies are really unlucky, boss. You’ve really made things hard for them.”

Wang Bo asked curiously, “I haven’t even met them—how did I make things hard for them?”

Conley replied, “When you were training last year, you played tricks on the next training class, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but they should have left already, right?”

“That batch had several people return for psychology training. Our current rookies are the following batch. Somehow, they got wind of the rookies’ information and really tormented them—a bit of revenge on you.”

Wang Bo sighed: “They really were pitiful.”

That previous batch hated him and the other organizers back then. They were not only frightened but even wrote suicide notes. Tragically, the school kept those notes.

At the time, Wang Bo felt fairly innocent. He wasn’t the only organizer, and it was true, but Sunset Town had always been so supportive—he, Atulu, Uncle Bing and his sons, Sweet Boy—they were all locals.

So when news came that the new recruits were training in Sunset Town, the police who had just finished training tormented them thoroughly.

A statue had also been erected in the town square. After handling some urgent files, Wang Bo went to take a look.

In the square stood a stone statue of Wang Bo over five meters tall, with a furrowed-brow, contemplative expression, giving it a sense of depth.

Statues of Bowen, Charlie, and Hani stood nearby. Bowen had a gun carved at his waist, while Charlie was elegantly dressed in a gentleman’s attire.

Wang Bo said, “Not bad. It looks like the design. That’s settled. Prepare a second batch, with statues of Atulu, Kidd, and the others.”

“Statues?” Bowen was shocked.

“To make statues of them. What are you thinking?” Wang Bo rolled his eyes.

As autumn arrived, New Zealand started its horse racing season. Tuhao Jin unsurprisingly took another victory.

This time, Wang Bo didn’t win much. Tuhao Jin had already won twice in the Spring Racing Carnival, making it one of New Zealand’s most famous champion horses. The betting company adjusted the odds significantly, so although Wang Bo bet ten million, he only won two million.

Australia also held horse races. After this victory, Tuhao Jin would go to Canberra with Malong to compete. Wang Bo planned to see if he could make some money off the Australians.

On the way back, he saw someone setting up a street stall. It was Māori selling jade carvings.

Needless to say, these small items were made from jade mined locally. Many Māori were carving jade and selling it to tourists, earning quite a bit.

However, setting up stalls by the roadside was problematic. First, it affected the town’s image; second, it disrupted traffic. Highway 8 was busy, with heavy foot and vehicle traffic. Many vehicles stopped by the roadside, causing congestion. The Māori stalls only worsened the traffic.

Wang Bo called Atulu over: “Why are your people setting up stalls by the roadside? Don’t we have a farmer’s market?”

Atulu smiled wryly: “It’s hard to manage. All the Māori like to set up where people gather. We told them to go to the market, but they said they weren’t farmers and didn’t want to enter.”

Wang Bo saw this wouldn’t work. He said, “Even if you’re not a farmer, you have to go. Enforce it! Has no one remembered my iron-fisted approach while I was away?”

The Māori were not meek. Their status in New Zealand was comparable to some Black communities in the U.S. or certain ethnic groups in China—they were formidable.

Wang Bo issued orders, and the police began enforcement that day.

The Māori only laughed when they heard this. No one actually followed through. Some packed up and went home, but the next day, they returned to the busiest spots to set up again.

Wang Bo got angry and called a police meeting: “You all know how I deal with the Māori in this town. Atulu, your people are showing me no respect. I’m not happy.”

Atulu said helplessly: “Boss, they actually respect you a lot. Otherwise, they would have protested or demonstrated directly when you issued this order.”

Uncle Bing nodded: “Indeed. The Māori’s restraint in the face of conflicting policies shows their composure.”

Wang Bo sneered: “So now I should thank them for their magnanimity? To hell with that. Everyone, listen up—anyone seen setting up by the roadside will be fined!”

This time, he wasn’t bluffing. After being away for a month and a half, some people in Sunset Town had clearly forgotten his iron-fisted ways.