HLM – Chapter 725 United Nations Operation

The data package provided by the National Party was truly a treasure for Sunset Town.

This wasn’t just a simple application form—it contained profiles of potential immigrant talents. Wang Bo had priority selection rights: as long as he issued an employment contract, the person could immigrate.

He decided to focus on three professions: medical care, early childhood education, and chefs.

Medical care was obvious. As the population of Sunset Town grew, the demand for nurses increased steadily.

Early childhood education was also a popular immigration category in New Zealand. In recent years, many young immigrants had arrived, and the population continued to rise. Additionally, young families were keen to send children under five to professional childcare institutions, so the number of children enrolling grew rapidly, far outpacing the growth of available institutions.

These early childhood teachers were graded based on education and experience, from LEVEL 1 up to LEVEL 7. Wang Bo didn’t hesitate—he selected four Level 7 teachers.

What he needed most now were chefs. Initially, he only intended to hire a few to assist Kobe and improve the town’s restaurants.

But after his previous conversation with Thomas, he had other thoughts. Thomas wanted to handle cold fresh meat sales personally to secure the channel. Wang Bo didn’t want that—it was too troublesome and managing all the connections would be too complex. If the goal was simply profit, why supply hotels and restaurants when he could run his own?

Chefs were consistently listed as a long-term shortage profession in New Zealand, but immigrating as a chef wasn’t simple. There was a points system that often blocked applicants.

The New Zealand government adhered to a “quality over quantity” principle for immigration. If the score wasn’t high enough or English proficiency insufficient, legal immigration would be denied.

However, chefs had relatively achievable points, with multiple bonus opportunities. Like early childhood teachers, chefs were rated by level. Level 4 and Level 5 chefs could get 10 extra points. With over five years of experience, they could earn another 10 points for a shortage occupation bonus. Essentially, reaching 140 points plus an employment contract usually guaranteed immigration approval.

Wang Bo reviewed the chef profiles, mostly Asian immigrants, with the majority from China. He welcomed fellow countrymen, but their culinary skills were a consideration—he had to take responsibility for the town.

Accepting immigrants wasn’t simple. Talent shortages didn’t justify indiscriminate recruitment. Some might use Sunset Town merely as a stepping stone to New Zealand, resigning soon after arriving for big-city jobs—which would cost him both resources and effort.

Kidd, taking notes, commented: “Boss, isn’t this overcomplicated? Just pick from the top levels. If you choose a hundred people, more talent is better, right?”

Wang Bo glared at him: “Is it really that simple? Use your brain!”

“Ah, hopeless case,” the commander laughed at Kidd.

Although the party didn’t explicitly state how many people could be accepted, he had hinted that Queenstown had around fifty slots. Sunset Town couldn’t compare—it could at most get twenty, thanks to the National Party wanting to attract Wang Bo; otherwise, the town might have been lucky to get even two.

Wang Bo chose the remaining ten slots for chefs, planning to have Kobe train them and then expand into the culinary industry under his own brand.

Of course, chef selection was discussed with the team, particularly Hani, whose advice Wang Bo valued highly. The old inspector had over twenty years of experience in both cities and small towns, and his judgment was precise.

By the end of the afternoon, a list of twenty people was finalized. Wang Bo asked Elizabeth to contact Lawyer Muller for contract templates and prepare to issue contracts jointly with the New Zealand Immigration Office.

As expected, the next day, after sending the contracts to Hilario, he received a call:

“Mayor Wang, you’ve selected quite a few people. Some contracts may not be issued.”

Wang Bo replied: “I only selected twenty, and I didn’t even pick the highest-rated group. This should be fine, right?”

“Actually, I need more than twenty people. I may have to involve other contacts, like Green Party Chairwoman Vajona. She’s been very supportive.”

Hilario, clearly aligned with the National Party, didn’t argue further and said he would try to resolve the quota issue before hanging up.

Soon after, another call came. Wang Bo assumed it was Alexander coming to scold him—but it was Bowen, back from visiting family.

Picking up the phone, Wang Bo teased: “Deputy Mayor, I thought you’d never return. Do you know what that idiom means?”

Bowen replied: “I don’t, but I’ll be back in two days. I called to give you something to look forward to—a gift.”

Wang Bo laughed heartily: “That’s fantastic.”

Alexander’s call wasn’t long either. Wang Bo knew he’d likely be questioned for bypassing the Green Party to accept talent, so he preemptively said: “Chairman Alexander, I’ve submitted the talent list. Thank you for your help.”

Alexander was momentarily speechless, likely surprised by Wang Bo’s shrewdness. After a brief pause, he laughed: “We’re friends, Wang. No need to thank me. I’m calling about something else. If I’m correct, the number of talents you need can’t be met solely through the recruitment plan, right?”

Wang Bo nodded: “Correct. Could you help me get more?”

Alexander said: “Of course, but it can’t be done quickly. Are you familiar with the UN Refugee Elite Placement Program?”

Wang Bo quickly clarified: “I sympathize with the Syrian people, but I won’t accept Syrian talents. Haha, I think having only Christians in our town is fine.”

Syrians were mostly of the Green faith, while the town was predominantly Christian—mixing them could cause conflicts.

Alexander replied: “No, you guessed wrong. It’s not Syrians—it’s South Africans, all white, all elite talents from various industries.”