HLM – Chapter 724 An Opportunity for Talent Recruitment

He couldn’t understand what these thieves were thinking. Stealing cows, he could get—but dairy cows? Were they out of their minds?

The situation in New Zealand was different from other countries. This was a major livestock nation, and animal husbandry was highly developed. Just as agriculture had modernized, livestock farming had also reached a high level of modernization.

Take cows, for example: from birth, each cow would be fitted with an electronic identification tag on its ear. While these tags could technically be removed, no honest merchant would buy a cow without a tag.

These electronic ID tags were extremely useful devices. They could store information such as the cow’s birth date, lineage, birthplace, and so on.

So, if a mature cow had its tag removed, it couldn’t simply be given a new one. Reconstructing a record from scratch across time was extremely difficult.

From this perspective, stealing dairy cows was highly unprofitable. Meat cows could be slaughtered and sold at low prices to illegal meat vendors, but dairy cows? Dairy cows had to stay alive to be useful—slaughtering them rendered them worthless. The meat of Holstein cows wasn’t considered good, so it was unpopular in New Zealand.

Wang Bo called Peterson, asking him to have the cowboys check the herd, especially the Holsteins. His cows were the most valuable in all of New Zealand. If anyone were going to steal cows, they’d target his.

An hour and a half later, Peterson called back: “Two thousand two hundred and twenty-one Holstein cows, boss. The number checks out.”

Wang Bo was puzzled. With nothing else to do, he went online to look up related news, wanting to study the case.

As a rancher himself, he knew the impact of losing 500 dairy cows could be devastating. Ranchers were better off insuring their cows; otherwise, someone like Anderson might go bankrupt.

At lunch, he explained the case to Eva.

Eva was also confused. “This makes no sense. Why would anyone steal dairy cows that are hard to handle? Unless someone wants to start their own dairy farm. Or maybe the thieves are ranchers themselves—they can raise the cows.”

Wang Bo paused. He was not the brightest, but she was right.

After a delicious meal of grilled meat with rice, he planned to post this theory to the group chat in the afternoon. At that moment, an unfamiliar call came through.

“Hello, Mayor Wang?”

“Yes, speaking. Who is this?”

“Hello, Mayor Wang. I’m Hilario-KK-Caster, review secretary at New Zealand Immigration. Following the request of Deputy Chairman Arthur Christopher, we’ve sent a list of talent immigration applications to your email. Please fill out the information according to your needs,” said a gentle female voice.

Wang Bo conversed with the secretary while quickly opening his email. Sure enough, there was a package of documents.

After hanging up, he called a full meeting. Kidd printed the documents and handed them out. Wang Bo tapped the table: “Alright, everyone, share your thoughts.”

Qingyang spoke slowly: “Mayor, I think we’ve underestimated our own value. You just told the Green Party your needs, and the National Party immediately received the information and sent you documents. They’re clearly trying to show goodwill.”

“Just like the National Party’s campaign slogan: they focus on doing, not talking. They’re intentionally giving you this impression, hoping you’ll join their camp,” Hani nodded.

Kidd said, “Cool. I like the National Party—they protect the interests of the rich. I want to be rich.”

The New Zealand National Party was established in 1936, making it the country’s second-oldest party. Historically, they’ve governed five times: 1949–1957, 1960–1972, 1975–1984, 1990–1999, and from November 2008 to the present.

The party’s policies differed greatly from the Labour Party and the Green Party. Their governance leaned center-right, favoring business owners over workers, and protecting the wealthy.

In New Zealand elections, the National Party’s voters were usually middle-class and above, while the Labour Party’s supporters tended to be less wealthy.

“From this perspective, boss, you obviously fit better with the National Party, right?” Atulu said. “I’ve never seen anyone richer than you, and the National Party likes people like that.”

Juan looked at the Maori man. “Pardon me, mate, but your words sound harsh. I know you support Labour, but is it the boss’s fault he’s rich?”

Atulu replied: “You misunderstood. My words are harsh? I’m just saying what I think. Who can tell me I’m wrong?”

Wang Bo slammed the documents on the table, his voice stern: “Stop arguing! I’m asking for opinions on talent selection, not which party I should join. I want you to choose positions and select talent for the town!”

Seeing him angry, the party supporters, ready to debate, immediately quieted down. The commander, still in the room, called out authoritatively: “Ah, selecting positions! Ah, choose someone for bird-keeping!”

No wonder Wang Bo was furious. Here was a clear opportunity to accelerate Sunset Town’s development. He hadn’t expected the parties to be so interested in him. He had only wanted to get a few chefs but now had the chance to improve the town’s talent system.

Yet these guys were completely missing the point, focusing instead on political squabbles. Naturally, he was angry.

Wang Bo didn’t care about parties—he just wanted to manage his own patch of land.

Sunset Town was in desperate need of various talents, especially skilled workers. Every time there was an electrical issue, he had to pay high fees to bring someone from Oak City.

Wang Bo’s plan was to first recruit a large batch of electricians, carpenters, and auto mechanics—skills the town lacked most.

Hani shook her head. “No, Mayor. We shouldn’t focus on the town’s immediate shortages. We should go after talents most valuable to New Zealand—nurses, caregivers, preschool teachers, and chefs.”

New Zealand was a developed country, and its medical system was advanced. With a population under five million but a land area comparable to the UK and Japan, healthcare resources were stretched, making medical talent scarce.

For example, Sunset Town had over 1,000 residents but only one doctor and one nurse—a glaring imbalance.

Hearing Hani, Juan nodded: “Yes, what you said is right. Roselly is always overworked. My god, I feel so sorry for her…”