HLM -Chapter 1399 Cat-Brand Parachutes

Even though the supports on the tree created a fairly large platform, the space was still limited. The three men fiddled with it for a long time and realized the area was getting tighter and tighter.

Wang Bo clapped his hands. “We’ve been so dumb! Why are we insisting on working up there? Let’s go down, cut everything according to the blueprint, and assemble it up here later—that’s much easier!”

“You’re amazing, boss,” Juan said, giving a thumbs-up.

So they hauled all the tools, wooden boards, and plastic steel down via the lift to the ground.

Da Pang and Er Pang were still up in the tree. Seeing them go down, they quickly started climbing down too.

But climbing down was harder than climbing up. These two chubby little ones had no experience. Climbing up was easy—just look up and pull yourself along—but coming down required skill and technique.

Er Pang tested the boards with his hind paws, but his short legs weren’t long enough to reach the tree.

He could only look down—and immediately froze. How high was this?!

Startled, his front paws weakened, and he slipped off the board.

“Aaahhh!” A piercing, pitiful scream rang out.

Da Pang above was terrified, opening his mouth and screaming desperately.

Wang Bo and the others had just come down. Hearing the scream, they looked up and saw a lump of fat plummeting from the sky!

“Holy—Er Pang!” Wang Bo screamed.

Er Pang instinctively twisted his body in midair and thud—he landed on the airbag, all four limbs absorbing the impact. He was completely fine.

Charlie patted Wang Bo on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Lynxes are still cats. Falling from this height won’t kill them. Even without the airbag, the worst Er Pang could get is a broken leg.”

“F*cking hell!” Wang Bo rolled his eyes.

Er Pang was still scared, trembling as he came down and letting out low whines at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo quickly scooped him up. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You came down safely, didn’t you? Dad’s got you—my arms are the safest place.”

With Da Pang still up there, Wang Bo had no choice but to get back on the lift to bring him down.

Er Pang clung tightly to him. Charlie tried to reach for him, but Er Pang refused, sticking to Wang Bo’s chest.

Wang Bo said, “Forget it, I’ll carry him. This little rascal’s probably just scared.”

Once he reached the treehouse foundation, he waved. “Come on, Da Pang, over here.”

Suddenly, Er Pang jumped from his arms and ran to a board to look down.

Da Pang pinned him down by the tail with his paw and opened his mouth, baring fangs, screaming.

Er Pang braced himself with his hind legs, pushed Da Pang aside, and jumped—just like before. Whoosh!

“Holy—!” Wang Bo didn’t even know what to say.

Just like before, Er Pang landed safely on the airbag, but this time he didn’t tremble—he wagged his tail proudly and walked off.

Da Pang blinked at Wang Bo. Wang Bo felt a bad feeling in his stomach and slowly waved. “Come on, over here… don’t move rashly… f*ck!”

Before he could finish, Da Pang imitated Er Pang and jumped from the edge of the board.

Perhaps because he was prepared, his posture was spectacular: head held high, all four legs extended, tail fluffed—it was mesmerizing.

Thud! He landed perfectly on the airbag.

Wang Bo rushed over, grabbed Da Pang, and, seeing him safe, finally breathed out.

Rabbit lynxes are more resistant to falls than ordinary cats. Their bellies have a thick layer of soft fur that cushions impact, so even if they don’t land on all four legs, their internal organs are protected.

Now everything was settled. Da Pang and Er Pang discovered a new game. They no longer clung to Wang Bo—they jumped down, climbed back up the tree leisurely, and repeated the process.

Soon, two more parachute-like drops followed.

Wang Bo watched the two brothers having a blast and could only shake his head in disbelief.

The princess quickly joined in. For the first time, Wang Bo realized that snow foxes could climb trees too—and even faster than the rabbit lynxes.

With their long, fluffy tails, snow foxes had an advantage during the “descent” part.

Wang Bo ignored them entirely and focused on cutting boards according to the blueprint.

So amid the chainsaw’s zzzzzz and the bang bang bang of airbag impacts, the work continued.

“Damn these kids!” Wang Bo turned to see Little Wang and Zhuang Ding clawing at the bark to climb. He couldn’t help but scold.

Juan said, “Boss, just teach them a lesson. Open the airbag and let them fall once.”

“Get lost!”

“Yes, boss!”

Soon, Eva came to help, making five people working together much faster. They quickly cut the wood and plastic boards according to the blueprint.

The designer’s plan was clever. Instead of attaching the wall boards directly to the floor, they first nailed a slot on the floor and then inserted the wall boards into it.

The slots were twenty centimeters high. Once the wall boards were in place, the slots supported them. With reinforced slots, the walls wouldn’t fall.

Similarly, the internal load-bearing and room walls used the same method.

The walls were done successfully. But when installing the slanted beams above, Wang Bo grabbed and shook them—they wobbled.

He shook his head. “No, these beams are wrong. Measure again—some must be too short.”

Sure enough, more than one piece was cut short. Juan nailed extra wood and glued it with reinforced adhesive, making the beams solid.

The beams were crucial, so Charlie also sprayed adhesive and latex on them for double reinforcement.

This treehouse was huge. Looking at the blueprint, it looked like a small castle, complete with a tower and even a tiny chapel.

Wang Bo initially thought it would be difficult. But the tricky part was laying the foundation and building the lift; assembling the house itself wasn’t hard. Once all the components were cut on the ground, assembly was easy.

Watching the massive house take shape, he worried, “This house is huge. Will the foundation hold? Not safe enough.”

Eva said, “So far, it’s fine. But who knows in ten or twenty years?”

Since the treehouse was for their children, Wang Bo thought for a moment. “Not good. I have an idea. We’ll use wooden beams or concrete piles underneath to support the foundation.”

Charlie asked, “Is that really necessary?”

Wang Bo said, “Think about it. In the future, my kids will play here, your kids, Juan’s kids…”

Hearing that, Charlie nodded. “You’re right. We need to do this—more piles to support the foundation!”