HLM -Chapter 1383 Money Rolling In

The sandwiches were ready, and Jimmy, along with a few others who had sobered up quickly, was already up.

When he saw Wang Bo, he scratched his messy hair and said, “Hey, Mayor, you’re here pretty early.”

Wang Bo gave a wry smile. “I really fell for your nonsense. These are your ‘charity sandwiches’? Which one did you make?”

Jimmy grinned. “We used to make them ourselves—took turns doing it. But after Pastor Vaughan arrived, he started getting up early every day and volunteered to take over. So we figured, what’s wrong with that?”

Wang Bo shrugged. Since Vaughan was willing to do it, there wasn’t much he could say. Besides, he felt that sandwiches made by a pastor were probably better than those made by gang members—after all, Vaughan would say a prayer over them in the end. Who knew, maybe the sandwiches even carried God’s blessing.

Jimmy drove boxes of neatly packaged sandwiches to the schools. After handing them to the teachers, they left immediately and never lingered.

Most teachers looked astonished when they took the boxes from his hands. If Wang Bo hadn’t been there, they probably wouldn’t have dared to accept them.

At the special education school, however, Eva remained calm when she received the boxes. She brought along two children to help, then thanked Jimmy together with them.

Listening to the children’s soft, childish voices saying “thank you,” Jimmy smiled with deep satisfaction. Turning back to Wang Bo, he said, “This is exactly what we’re aiming for.”

“Huh?” Wang Bo asked.

Jimmy continued, “We’re doing this not only to help kids who don’t have breakfast, but also to make ourselves look a bit more normal. Children’s smiles are the best redemption we can get.”

“I think the best redemption for you is not doing illegal things,” Wang Bo said bluntly.

Jimmy laughed heartily. “Buddy, have you really never done anything wrong in your life? Look—how’s the sunshine today?”

“Very bright,” Wang Bo replied.

Jimmy gestured around them. “We like bright sunshine, but the brighter it is, the more shadows there are. So how do you erase those shadows?”

Wang Bo was actually left speechless by a gang boss.

“This guy must read philosophy books all the time,” Uncle Bing commented.

Wang Bo gave a bitter smile. “Shit, it was one thing when boxers started reading philosophy—now even gangsters are into it?”

After settling down in Sunset Town, members of the TH gang began carrying out anti-drug education in the town square and at major intersections. Through forums and leaflets, they issued a clear order:

All drug dealers and drug users in Sunset Town must leave immediately. After 24 hours, they would be forcibly expelled.

When Hani saw the notice, he shook his head. “Boss, this will throw the town into chaos. Do you really want to see gunfights break out?”

“Relax,” Wang Bo said. “My inspector—Uncle Bing and Sam are helping Jimmy handle this. I trust they know what they’re doing.”

“But what if the drug users are town residents?” Hani asked. “They have children and businesses…” He trailed off and shrugged, realizing it was a rather foolish question.

Wang Bo answered anyway. “Zero tolerance. I don’t care if they’re residents—or even our own administrators. Anyone who dares touch that stuff gets expelled immediately.”

The next twenty-four hours were the most tense in Sunset Town’s history. When the sun rose the following day, people were refreshing forums and watching their surroundings, waiting to see what would happen.

Half of the police force and all Māori auxiliary officers joined the TH gang’s anti-drug operation. Jimmy and his people had come prepared—through inter-gang intelligence, they already had a list of individuals in town connected to drugs.

So at ten o’clock that morning, a large convoy of police cars and motorcycles roared into residential areas, going door to door to check people.

There were over a hundred men in the operation, all burly and intimidating. For drug dealers who relied on secrecy and worked alone, there was absolutely no room to resist.

By noon, Uncle Bing brought Wang Bo a summary report of the operation.

They had checked twenty-five households in total. Two families had already left Sunset Town. Twenty-one had rented out their houses, and the tenants had fled in haste.

In addition, two groups of people were arrested on the spot. Urine and blood tests were conducted immediately, and both came back positive, confirming drug use.

When Wang Bo read the report, he angrily knocked his cup flying.

He had thought that his control over Sunset Town was solid, if not flawless—but he hadn’t expected so many people within his jurisdiction to be involved with drugs.

“Don’t lose your temper, boss,” Uncle Bing said. “Drugs are a huge problem in New Zealand—really, in the whole world. Sunset Town now has over twelve thousand people. How could everyone possibly be law-abiding?”

Wang Bo nodded grimly. He called Anderson and said, “Prepare some alcohol, meat, cigarettes, and food. Send them to the TH gang this afternoon.”

They really had helped him this time—using poison to fight poison. Wang Bo was someone who clearly distinguished gratitude and grudges. Since they had helped him, he would thank them, regardless of their identity.

In fact, this incident was a good thing for the town. If the TH gang hadn’t shown up, he wouldn’t have known there were so many people under his jurisdiction dealing with drugs.

The TH gang’s expulsion operation did not erupt into gunfights. It was a peaceful transition. They stayed in the town, becoming a sort of unconventional protector.

By March, Sunset Town had entered autumn, but the atmosphere was even hotter than in summer, because the International Boxing Association’s Sunset Boxing Champion Tournament was scheduled for a mid-March weekend.

Earlier in the month, renovations to the stadium were completed.

Boxing matches had to be held indoors. The rugby field included an indoor arena—thanks to the Sunset Band, who had insisted on having a large stadium so they could hold concerts there when they returned.

The concerts hadn’t started yet, but the sports events had.

Large screens were suspended above the arena. When fully unfolded, they ensured that even spectators in the far corners could clearly see everything happening in the ring.

Every room in town was booked—luxury floating hotels, distinctive hillside cabins, and all kinds of hotels and inns. A week before the boxing matches even began, there wasn’t a single vacant room left.

Seeing this, Wang Bo mobilized the entire town, encouraging residents to tidy up their homes and rent them out.

The townspeople were happy to rent out their houses temporarily, especially since it was extremely profitable. Renting a single room to a couple could earn at least five hundred New Zealand dollars.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, another aspect of Sunset Town’s development began to take off—the influx of major brands.

Wang Bo assigned Elizabeth to handle this. Many New Zealand and even global brands decided to set up advertising spaces in Sunset Town, bringing yet another steady stream of money rolling in.