HLM – Chapter 213 Shocked Classmates

The group still found it hard to believe that Wang Bo actually lived in a castle. With no other option, Wang Bo helplessly turned on his video chat: “Here, see for yourselves. This is me, and the chubby guy next to me is a really famous chef in New Zealand…”

“Wang, w-warm temp-ture!” said Kobe, slurring his Mandarin badly.

Everyone on the other side of the group video call burst into laughter.

Wang Bo told Kobe to watch the time and not forget the marinated eggs, then stepped outside with his phone to give them a live tour.

Hou Haibo, a fellow foodie, spotted the pot of eggs and shouted, “Wang Bo, you’re living the good life, huh? Making your own marinated eggs? Don’t you have to work? Isn’t it a weekday?”

“Shut up—what the hell! Wang Bo, it’s really a damn castle! A real damn castle! A real damn castle!” Song Jiashu yelled.

“Of course. Why are you repeating it so many times?”

“Important things need to be said three times!”

At the sight of Wang Bo, Zhuang Ding trotted over with heavy thuds. The friends on the other end of the video started screaming again, “Wang Bo, you’re actually rich? You keep a dog this big? My god, aren’t New Zealand civil servants supposed to be super honest and frugal?”

Wang Bo originally planned to show off Little Wang too, but seeing their reaction to Zhuang Ding, he decided not to call the little guy over.

However, the little liger beast was extremely attached to him. When it saw him come outside, it happily ran over for pets—only to be met with a cold glare and a wave of the hand shooing it away.

Crushed, the little beast trudged back to its nest, head hung low, its tail dragging on the ground, and its big eyes already brimming with tears…

Wang Bo was completely defeated. After giving his classmates a quick tour of the castle, he rushed back to comfort this creature that was bigger than a calf.

Little Wang looked at him pitifully, opened its giant maw and let out whimpering howls, then stuffed its fluffy head into his arms.

“There, there, don’t be such a crybaby. Your dad’s a lion, your mom’s a tiger—can you try acting a little more dominant?” Wang Bo scratched behind its neck with a helpless face.

Thanks to the Heart of the Nest and the Heart of the Cuteness, Little Wang had grown rapidly. It already had a developing lion’s mane and tiger stripes across its body, making it look quite formidable.

Unfortunately, looks weren’t everything. The temperament mattered more. Despite its “muscle demon” physique, it gave off the fragile aura of Lin Daiyu, and nobody could actually be scared of it.

Sometimes Wang Bo regretted not giving the Pet Heart to Little Wang instead of the Simmental herd’s lead bull, the Ox King. But then again, he figured it was for the best. Little Wang’s current gentle nature made it easier and safer to raise.

When he opened the group chat again, it was practically exploding. A bunch of silent lurkers had suddenly come alive:

“Wait, what? Wang Bo really got a castle? Maybe he’s just a caretaker or something?”

“Could be. He also has a big dog—kinda fits the gatekeeper vibe. And Wang Bo always gave off that sort of energy. @NextBedOldWang, show yourself!”

“Bullshit. You only saw pictures. Watch the video. That castle is his. It’s not some decorative site—it’s a livable castle. He lives in the master bedroom! What kind of gatekeeper lives in the master bedroom?!”

“Sugar daddy Wang Bo, adopt me! I can warm your bed and pick up your soap!”

“Wang Bo, remember our bond over those three beers? Don’t forget us poor cats when you get rich!”

“Shut up, Old Du! Wang Bo, don’t listen to his nonsense—listen to me, A-Ge. I literally shared a bed with you for four years! Four years, man! How many four-year periods does a man have in his life? You have to take me with you on your journey to fame!”

Wang Bo: Get lost. You were on the upper bunk. What do you mean shared a bed?!

His bunkmate A-Ge: “Oh damn! Everyone, look! Heartless! Ruthless! Kicked me out right after pulling up his pants! You didn’t say that when you used to sleep right above me!”

The chat turned into complete chaos. More and more people joined in, and the atmosphere became electric.

But despite all the teasing and jokes, no one actually asked how much money Wang Bo had, nor did anyone try to borrow any. That never came up at all.

Instead, several people asked about New Zealand civil service jobs. After some thought, Wang Bo earnestly replied: “If anyone’s really interested in becoming a public servant in New Zealand, DM me. There are openings in the town I work in. Just come over and apply—no exams needed.”

Immediately, his WeChat was flooded with messages asking about immigrating to New Zealand.

Most of his classmates knew very little about the country—just that it was scenic as hell and had great welfare. None of them expected to become civil servants necessarily; even immigration would be a win.

Wang Bo replied to each one patiently, and before he knew it, it was lunchtime. When he looked up, the “CEO tyrant” was smiling in front of him.

Startled, Wang Bo said, “Old Bartier? Buddy, you—when did you get here? Or am I hallucinating?”

The CEO laughed, “I’ve been back for an hour. You were so deep in your chat you didn’t even look up. I greeted you, and you didn’t respond.”

Wang Bo chuckled and explained that his classmates wanted to immigrate, and he was telling them about it.

These days, immigrating to New Zealand wasn’t easy. The investment route was practically blocked. Skilled migration was a more feasible path, but most of his classmates didn’t meet the requirements.

Unless, of course, you had powerful connections.

Bartier waved his hand grandly and said, “If your classmates really want to immigrate and run into trouble, just let me know. Immigration issues? Piece of cake.”

Wang Bo gave him a thumbs-up. Truly a domineering CEO.

For lunch, they had snow pigeon eggs courtesy of the countryside bumpkin. There seemed to be a lot of them, but with so many people in the castle, each person only got around ten eggs. Luckily, the cowboys didn’t come to eat.

Wang Bo tried one first—it turned out great. The repeated drying process had made the tiny bird eggs firm, and the whites were delightfully chewy. Very satisfying to eat.

As for the taste? Fantastic. The soy-sauce flavor was perfectly rich—better than the marinated eggs sold in supermarkets.

After trying one, Bartier gave a thumbs-up too. “What I miss most about Auckland is your cooking and the castle bed. This is the best egg I’ve ever had. What egg is this, by the way?”

Little Bartier quickly jumped in: “Snow pigeon egg. The Commander found them.”

Wang Bo nodded with a smile. Behind him, the Queen, Zhuang Ding, and Little Wang lined up in order of height. He fed them the marinated eggs. The quantity was too little, and the eggs too small—barely even a bite for them.

But they didn’t care. As long as everyone got an equal share, they were happy. These little rascals were obsessed with comparing status; how much they actually got didn’t matter.

The marinated eggs were a success. After eating one, little Bartier’s appetite kicked in. The CEO, seeing that, handed over his remaining eggs to his son.

Little Bartier pushed them back with a sunny smile: “I’m full—I can’t eat that many.”

Watching their exchange, Little Hani—who had been gobbling down eggs—suddenly fell silent. Then he quietly wrapped up his remaining five eggs and set them aside.