HLM – Chapter 721 The Saddlery’s Big Move

The four people in the saddlery looked at each other in confusion. Wang Bo smiled and said, “It’s not ours, anyway it’s not mine—I tied my horse to a hitching post.”

“It’s not mine either. My old buddy can’t run anymore, he won’t run wild,” Peterson added.

Marlon downed the rest of his drink and said, “Why bother guessing? Let’s just go out and take a look.”

Wang Bo pushed the door open and stepped outside. In the bright sunlight, the golden horse—Tuhao Jin—was happily running up and down the not-so-wide street. Behind it, its reins were dragging a pine log…

Tuhao Jin was incredibly strong. Perhaps because it hadn’t been able to run at full speed earlier, it had pent-up energy. Or maybe it was just excited to be in a new place. Whatever the reason, it was running so fast on the street that the pine log behind it was practically flying through the air!

“My God, what a golden BMW of a horse!” a voice exclaimed. Wang Bo turned to see Marlon staring wide-eyed, muttering to himself: “Speed up, speed up, even faster! Its legs are short, but the tendons are long! Amazing thigh muscles, look at those glute muscles—this horse is built for sprinting…”

Seeing Wang Bo step out, Tuhao Jin obediently slowed down, transforming from a blur to a gentle pace. Its sturdy, short legs easily handled the momentum of its large body, showing no sign of strain.

Stopping, it blinked its large eyes at Wang Bo, then trotted toward the stable. Passing the chestnut horse, it stuck its head in to grab a bite, chewing the beans and spitting out the oats.

Wang Bo held his head in despair. “My god, Tuhao Jin, can you calm down? I’m never taking you out again!”

Tuhao Jin’s face looked innocent, as if it hadn’t just dragged a pine log around the street.

Peterson and Mackson burst into laughter. The latter watched Tuhao Jin with interest. “I like this one. Look at its eyes—it lies so well it even fools itself. I’ve never seen a horse do that before.”

Wang Bo awkwardly said, “He’s a bit mischievous…”

“Yes, mischievous! Only mischievous horses are good horses.” Marlon stared at Tuhao Jin with a fanatic gaze, making the horse take a step back.

Peterson turned to Mackson: “Buddy, don’t resist going to Sunset Town. It’s not our hometown, but it’s the perfect place for us. You wouldn’t believe it—there’s a whole herd of horses like this there!”

He handed Wang Bo his phone and showed him some pictures. “Look, my friend, these were taken just now. We were riding on the road, and everyone was looking at us like this. Can you imagine? One day, cowboys riding on the road being doubted!”

Mackson fell silent, listening. Wang Bo pressed on: “But in Sunset Town, there’s no problem. You can ride on the road freely, even Highway 8—as long as you’re careful.”

Marlon patted Mackson on the shoulder: “Maybe you should leave here. I can see it—your bills show only two transactions this month. Do you want the saddlery your grandfather left you to go bankrupt under your watch?”

With all three of them persuading him, Mackson finally relented. Sighing, he stared at his old, worn-down saddlery across the street.

After a while, he said, “This building is too old, it doesn’t fit the surroundings. Alright, I’ll make a change. Mayor Wang, thank you for accepting an old stubborn man like me.”

Hearing this, Wang Bo was overjoyed: “You’re welcome, Mr. Mackson! I’m honored!”

He called the moving company to arrange the relocation of the saddlery.

No time like the present!

Inside the store, Mackson ran his hand over the shelves of bridles, saddles, cowboy outfits, and boots. His face was in shadow, unreadable, but his heavy-hearted emotions were palpable.

“Old friends, it’s time for a new home. I hope you like it there. This place is good, but no one truly appreciates you. Hopefully, the new home will have more admirers.”

Hearing this, Wang Bo felt uneasy and left the saddlery, followed by the others, leaving Mackson alone.

The moving company arrived quickly. Wang Bo asked them to wait while smoking. The team leader hesitated: “Sir, waiting will cost extra…”

“Fine, it’s okay. Just understand, there’s an old man inside attached to his home.”

The strong team leader immediately nodded: “Yes, I completely understand. Let him stay a bit longer; we’ll wait in the truck.”

The movers brought a large trailer, which couldn’t enter the street, so they waited at the entrance. This was a major operation. Wang Bo initially quoted 38,000 NZD—enough to build a new modern saddlery.

Half an hour later, Mackson came out with slightly red eyes. “Alright, Mayor, let’s start moving.”

The movers handed him a blueprint. “This is our demolition plan. Please check if it’s suitable.”

Mackson shook his head at Wang Bo: “No need to tear the house down. Peterson said you have plenty of new buildings. Just find me one.”

Wang Bo insisted: “No, I promised to move everything. Not a single nail or horseshoe can be left behind!”

Mackson was touched, choking up: “Alright, thank you, Mayor. I now believe moving is the right decision.”

Wang Bo wasn’t only keeping a promise; he also knew this old store had immense value. Peterson said it was over sixty years old. Such a shop would fascinate tourists.

Sunset Town had many new buildings but lacked cultural and historical character—something money can’t buy.

New Zealand moving companies didn’t just transport goods—they had semi-professional construction crews. First, strong men packed all tools and goods into boxes, then dismantled shelves and counters, before finally beginning the grand demolition.

Seeing Mackson’s melancholy, Wang Bo asked Peterson to take him into town. Marlon said, “Mayor, I’d like to go into town too. Is that okay?”

“Of course, very welcome,” Wang Bo replied happily.