HLM -Chapter 1392 The Castle Nears Completion

After April arrived, the weather became much cooler. The tourism boom in Sunset Town brought by the boxing match began to taper off, with fewer visitors, making it easier to maintain order.

The interrogation results for the two young men who had tried to break into Sunset Town with guns had already come out. They were hired by a drug trafficking gang, hoping to use this event to strike at Sunset Town. In this case, the town suffered an undeserved misfortune. The gang didn’t have any particular grudge against the town itself, but they were mortal enemies of the TH gang. Since the TH gang was stationed in Sunset Town, the traffickers wanted revenge.

Wang Bo had no interest in managing these matters himself, so he handed them over to Hani for follow-up. Lawyer Mueller handled the case, making sure the two culprits would be sent to prison—and ideally given longer sentences.

With fewer issues in town, Wang Bo began rotating his subordinates for time off, giving different lengths of leave based on the overtime and effort they had contributed.

For example, the busiest department—the police station—was allowed to take turns resting. Even the shortest break lasted a week, with travel expenses covered.

“Boss, are you going anywhere on vacation?” Uncle Bing asked.

Wang Bo shook his head. “I’m staying here. Just in case something else happens. What about you?”

“I’m going back to England. I need to reunite with my wife. She’s planning to resign, and maybe by the second half of the year, she can complete our immigration process from New Zealand,” Uncle Bing said.

“That’s good,” Wang Bo said, patting his shoulder. “If you need any help, just tell me. And once you’re back in England, enjoy yourself. All expenses are on the town.”

Uncle Bing smiled and thanked him. Money wasn’t an issue anyway—his wife held a director position at the National Energy Group in England, earning a million pounds a year, which was also why she hadn’t resigned earlier.

That evening at home, Eva thoughtfully prepared a pot of seafood congee. Wang Bo took a sip and grimaced. “Mussels? Did you forget to rinse them?”

Eva froze, then forced a laugh. “Oh my god… there’s sand in it?”

But none of the food went to waste. Wang Bo put it on the floor, and Little Wang and the other strong ones eagerly gobbled it all up.

The little girl sat on the sofa playing with her bottle. Seeing the furry friends rush to grab the food, she reached out and cried in frustration.

Wang Bo laughed. “Oh, she can sit up now? When did my daughter start sitting?”

Eva kissed his forehead, unable to resist. “You’ve been so busy—you didn’t notice. She could sit up a month ago!”

Wang Bo sighed. “Good grief… I’ll never do something like this again. Nearly wore me out. Darling, you almost became a widow!”

Eva smacked him on the shoulder, scolding with a smile. “For the sake of the child, can you be more mature?”

Wang Bo said, “I’m not exaggerating. The main problem is that I have no leadership skills. Luckily, I’m just a town mayor. If I were a city mayor—or even a prime minister—it would’ve been a disaster.”

“No, it wouldn’t have been that bad… just a nightmare.”

“What?”

“You’re not dreaming, right? Becoming a city mayor or a prime minister—I can already predict how crazy you’d get. So really, it’s just a nightmare,” Eva explained.

Wang Bo waved his hand helplessly. “My brain isn’t functioning properly right now. Stop saying such hard-to-understand things.”

“Oh, by the way, the castle’s renovation is almost done. They’re starting the finishing touches,” Eva reminded him.

Wang Bo was momentarily stunned. He counted the time—it had indeed been over a year. The renovation should be concluding.

He had hired the most famous renovation company in the South Island through Toppert. Normally, sixty workers handled the project; at times, over a hundred. Renovating the castle had been a massive challenge.

That weekend, he gave himself a short break, taking the week off to inspect the castle’s renovation.

The castle was undergoing a modernized reconstruction, completely transforming its old-fashioned, primitive style into a contemporary and beautiful one.

Though the original castle was full of historical charm, Wang Bo was young, and he wanted to raise his children here. Why have a building full of heavy, ancient vibes? Moreover, he had no interest in European or New Zealand history—so practicality came first.

But when he arrived at the castle, he realized Eva had been overly optimistic—the interior was still a mess, with decoration materials piled in the inner and outer courtyards.

Since touring was impossible, Wang Bo planned to talk to the project manager and then leave.

The renovation cost ten million New Zealand dollars, so the decoration company took the project very seriously. The general manager, Terrence, personally oversaw the castle’s decoration.

Wang Bo greeted him. “When will it be completed?”

Terrence replied, “We’re in the finishing stage now. About forty days from now, you can move back in by the golden autumn.”

Wang Bo nodded. “That’s fast. I’m satisfied.”

While talking, he walked around the inner courtyard, checking on his trees and wooden pigeons. He had previously requested that no one harm the pigeons.

The company in New Zealand valued trust. Though the castle was chaotic, the pigeons remained unharmed. In fact, over the past year, the number of wooden pigeons on the Korei tree had increased significantly, forming a robust flock.

As he prepared to leave, Terrence suddenly asked, “Mayor Wang, are you interested in a treehouse?”

“A treehouse?” Wang Bo asked.

“Yes,” Terrence nodded. “If I’m correct, you have a daughter. I think that if you take advantage of the current tools and materials, you could build a wooden house in the castle’s outer courtyard. I bet your child will love it.”

Not only would the child enjoy it—Wang Bo liked the idea too. He remembered a childhood cartoon, The Little Mice on the Prairie, which featured a beautiful treehouse.

“Originally, the renovation plan didn’t include a treehouse. But I noticed a circle of kauri trees in the castle’s outer courtyard. They’re strong, reliable, and leafy—perfect for building a treehouse,” Terrence added.

Kauri trees are incredibly sturdy. A mature kauri can grow up to 50 meters tall, with a trunk circumference up to 16 meters, and live for over 2,000 years.

They are mainly found on New Zealand’s North Island. Over a thousand years ago, when the first humans arrived, there were 1.2 million hectares of kauri trees.

Gradually, the Māori people discovered these towering trees and extensively used them in daily life—for building ships and boats, carving wood, constructing homes, and using their resin to start fires or even chew like betel nuts when mixed with other plant juices.