HLM – Chapter 147 Mo Yuning

As the helicopter landed on the hotel’s helipad, Wang Bo made a firm decision—once he had more money, he would definitely buy a plane. Both a helicopter and a jet. Traveling with one of these was just too convenient!

Hearing his thoughts, Charlie rolled his eyes. “Do you even know how much that costs? Do you know how much fuel a plane guzzles per trip? What about maintenance? And how much does it take to hire a pilot?”

Wang Bo replied as if it were obvious, “Why hire anyone? I’ve got you. I’ll take care of your food and board—isn’t that enough?”

Charlie rolled his eyes again. “Yeah right, like hell I’m becoming your family’s butler!”

The hotel where the helicopter landed was called Radiant Starry Sky. It was part of the Oceania Private Aviation Alliance, which meant that any private aircraft belonging to members of the alliance could land at its helipad for free.

This was the power of connections and access. These days, when Bartier traveled, he rarely had to spend a dime—there were always people lining up to pay for him.

Thankfully, Wang Bo now belonged to the category of people Bartier wanted to stay on good terms with. Perhaps “butter up to” wasn’t quite the right word, but because of young Bartier’s needs, the father had to maintain a solid relationship with Wang Bo.

Conveniently, Dunedin’s local TV station was located not far from the Radiant Starry Sky Hotel. After getting Wang Bo’s call, Monica drove over and met him directly in the hotel restaurant.

It was late autumn moving into early winter. Due to the Southern Alps blocking the chilly northern winds, Sunset Town still felt relatively mild. But Dunedin was different—it was a coastal city, and the strong sea breeze made it feel frigid, even if the temperature wasn’t particularly low.

Stepping off the helicopter, Wang Bo pulled his coat tighter. He really missed the thick padded jacket from back home. That thing was perfect for seaside weather—kept out both the cold and the wind.

As for Monica, who came to meet him, she was still dressed rather lightly. She wore a black knitted sweater and a matching black pencil skirt. Though not a set, they shared a similar style and palette. The sweater hugged her figure snugly, highlighting her graceful curves.

As soon as she saw Wang Bo, the beautiful host took off her sunglasses. Charlie quickly rushed forward to pull out a chair for her.

Wang Bo scoffed silently and mouthed, “Bootlicker.”

Charlie mouthed back, “Screw you!”

After ordering three drinks, Wang Bo got to the point. “Here’s the thing, Monica. You know I’m the mayor of a new town. I want to promote it a bit. Do you think you could help?”

Monica tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A slight look of disappointment flickered across her delicate face. “So it’s about that.”

Charlie felt a shiver run down his spine. “What, were you expecting something else?”

Monica shrugged without answering, then turned to Wang Bo. “It’s not hard. I have friends who specialize in PR and campaign planning. They can definitely help. Of course, I can help too—TV ads, social media, traditional media, you name it.”

From there, the conversation turned into a working discussion focused on town promotion.

Monica suggested that Wang Bo participate in a well-known event, something like a regional sports meet. She would bring a crew to cover the event, allowing Wang Bo to promote the town, while she could use it as material for a special feature—killing two birds with one stone.

With that, their plan was set in motion. Wang Bo had achieved his goal for the trip. All that remained was to wait for Monica to assemble a detailed promotional strategy and put it into action.

With business out of the way, Wang Bo and Monica began chatting casually. Charlie wanted to join in, but Monica didn’t seem to have much interest in him—she remained polite and distant, courteous but reserved.

During the conversation, Wang Bo learned that Monica’s Chinese name was Mo Yuning, and she was originally a girl from Jiangnan. She had immigrated to New Zealand with her parents when she was around ten. It had been nearly twenty years since then.

“I really miss some things from home—my cousin’s rough hands, grandma’s rice dumplings, grandpa’s Spring Festival couplets, the treats for the Kitchen God on Little New Year’s Eve, and the firecrackers from the neighbor’s little brother. After coming to New Zealand, it’s all gone.”

Mo Yuning rested her left hand under her chin and idly stirred her coffee with her right. A look of wistful melancholy crossed her face.

Hearing this, Wang Bo fell silent. He had come to New Zealand too, gained a lot, but also inevitably lost a lot. But to be honest, he had no regrets.

“If you had the chance again, would you still choose to immigrate?” he asked softly.

Mo Yuning replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “I don’t know. I was too young then—I had to do what my parents said. What about you, Brother Wang? What would you choose?”

Wang Bo smiled. “Right now, I’d still choose to immigrate. But who knows how I’ll feel in ten or twenty years? Maybe by then, I’ll regret the choice.”

In other words, he didn’t regret it now.

How could he? If he had stayed in China, he probably wouldn’t have earned even a tenth of what he now had in his bank account—not even one percent, realistically.

Mo Yuning clearly still held a deep affection for Chinese culture. In university, she had majored in both Broadcasting and Media, and Chinese Language and Literature. She had a strong foundation in the latter, and as the conversation flowed, the topic gradually drifted in that direction.

Wang Bo wasn’t an expert in that field, but having grown up steeped in the culture, the classical poetry and prose he learned in school finally came in handy. He was able to keep up with the beautiful host’s intellectual banter.

Poor Charlie, however, was left out. His focus had been on China’s economy, military, and public affairs—not Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan plays, or Ming-Qing novels. That stuff was way out of his depth.

Being the professional she was, Mo Yuning quickly noticed Charlie’s awkwardness and smoothly changed the subject to sports.

She was genuinely interested in that area too. She had watched Wang Bo’s performance at the Oceania Sports Meet and was thoroughly impressed by his athleticism. At one point, she had even considered asking him to work out together.

After chatting for over two hours, Monica had to return to work, so Wang Bo and Charlie decided to take their leave.

Monica asked if she should see them off, but Wang Bo waved his hand. “No need. We flew in on a friend’s helicopter. It’s just upstairs.”

Hearing that, Monica insisted on walking them up. Wang Bo tried to decline, but seeing her sincerity—and since the helipad was on the rooftop anyway—he didn’t argue further.

Once on the rooftop, Monica caught sight of the luxurious helicopter and smiled faintly.

She asked, “Your friend who lent you the helicopter—is it Mr. Bartier Good, President of West Pacific Bank?”

Wang Bo blinked. “You know him?”

Monica regretfully spread her hands. “No, I haven’t had the chance. But this superhero-themed helicopter of his is quite famous. I saw it once at a party.”

Wang Bo glanced toward the helicopter. It made sense—this incredibly expensive machine was covered in superhero designs like Superman, Batman, and Iron Man. There probably wasn’t another like it in the world. Of course it would be famous.