HLM -Chapter 743 The Egg Snatching Operation

Watching a group of people gobbling up crabs, Wang Bo thought that these crabs wouldn’t last until autumn—probably no more than a month—and these thousands of female crabs would be eaten up by then.

Bartier, eating a crab, sat down beside Wang Bo and said, “Hmm, this tastes amazing. I absolutely love this thing. Buddy, I have a feeling that for the rest of my life, I might not be able to live without crabs.”

“They’re super freshwater crabs from Lake Hawaii,” Wang Bo corrected him.

Bartier shrugged. “You’re right. Payback time—let me give you a chance to make a fortune. The international crude oil market is turbulent lately. Those domineering Americans are stirring up the Middle East again. How about we team up to make some money?”

Wang Bo, now very excited about making money, asked eagerly, “Sure, sure! How do we make a fortune?”

Bartier said, “The five major banks in Oceania have secretly allied. They’re entering the crude oil market using hedge funds. They’re currently recruiting members. You can join with a starting capital of just one hundred million USD.”

Wang Bo’s mouth twitched. “Unless I sell Sunset Town, I can’t come up with that much money.”

One hundred million dollars—why risk investing in crude oil when he already had so much? He could just invest in the town itself and be fine.

Bartier said, “This is a great opportunity. Trust me, buddy. The expected return rate can reach over 45%. In other words, if you invest one hundred million, by the time you exit, you’d have roughly one hundred fifty million.”

“When do we exit?”

“At most one quarter.”

The timeframe wasn’t long, but Wang Bo could only salivate helplessly. “Sorry, I really don’t have that kind of money.”

“Mortgage Sunset Town’s real estate to the bank. I think mortgaging a hundred million USD is doable,” Hani suggested.

Wang Bo shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not. Sunset Town cannot be touched!”

He would rather not make money than risk Sunset Town’s properties. Whether it was the ranch, the houses, or the vegetable gardens, these were all treasure troves.

This had to be his own decision. Bartier wouldn’t lend him a hundred million USD for nothing, so this opportunity would simply slip away before his eyes.

On Monday morning, Wang Bo returned from his morning run, ready to eat.

As soon as he got back, he saw a large wooden pigeon flying anxiously around a tree, chirping frantically.

Wang Bo didn’t understand what was happening. Then, Da Pang proudly ran out, a gray-green giant bird egg clamped in its wide-open jaws.

The egg was huge, about the size of a duck egg. But there were no ducks in the castle, only pigeons and parrots, so the owner of this egg was obvious.

Looking back at the frantic wooden pigeon flying high and low and calling anxiously, Wang Bo was furious and wanted to hit Da Pang. Without a doubt, the two brothers had gone to steal the pigeon egg.

He knew from before that the reason the wooden pigeons were nearing extinction was that their reproduction rate was very low—they only laid one egg per breeding cycle!

Their incubation wasn’t fast either. It took 28 days for the chick to hatch.

Even after hatching, the pigeon population wasn’t guaranteed to grow—a chick could be eaten by rodents at any time. Fortunately, the chicks of New Zealand wooden pigeons grew quickly; by around 40 days, they could leave the nest and start learning to fly.

After roughly two weeks of learning, the chicks would have independent survival skills and hunting abilities. Only then could a pigeon be considered to have truly survived.

Wang Bo forced himself to remain calm. He squatted down and gestured to Da Pang. “Come here, baby. Give me that egg, and I’ll give you something tasty.”

Da Pang tilted his head, trotting a few steps with the egg in its mouth. Then, it seemed to sense something wrong and stared at Wang Bo cautiously.

Only then did Wang Bo realize his eyes carried a killing intent. He smiled softly, his gaze gentle. “Come here, dear. Let it come to Dad. Let Dad give you a kiss.”

Finally sensing his kindness, Da Pang casually dropped the egg and ran over on its short legs.

“Whoa!” Wang Bo exclaimed.

Fortunately, the egg barely touched the ground. It wasn’t really dropped but more like placed gently, and it didn’t crack, saving Wang Bo from unnecessary worry.

Da Pang ran over for some pets. Wang Bo flicked it aside and sprinted for the egg.

At that moment, a figure flashed past, and the egg disappeared—Er Pang was grinning smugly at him!

Actually, Er Pang wasn’t really smiling—it just had the egg in its mouth, and its jaws were stretched back almost to its head, giving the illusion of a grin.

If Wang Bo had a gun in hand, he would have definitely ended the two fat brothers right then!

After grabbing the egg, Er Pang blinked at Wang Bo, probably unaware of the seriousness of the situation, and carried the egg toward the house.

Wang Bo hurried after it. For the first time, he noticed that the short-legged lynxes were really fast runners—no wonder they came from the feline family.

Er Pang acted out of habit. Previously, when it and its brother grabbed a bird egg, Wang Bo never scolded them.

Once inside, it ran straight through the huge living room to the kitchen. Then, under Wang Bo’s anxious gaze, it jumped up, grabbed the door handle with its paws, and…

“Creak”—the kitchen door opened. It leapt down, climbed a gas pipe onto the table, jumped repeatedly, and finally landed on the fridge. It pressed a paw—the fridge was fully automatic, so the door opened.

It placed the egg into the egg tray, then grabbed a slice of ham, and jumped down nonchalantly. The fridge door closed smoothly behind it.

In that instant, Wang Bo dashed forward like lightning, opened the fridge, and grabbed the egg.

The egg was still warm.

“You scared me to death!” Wang Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Er Pang looked at him, puzzled, its cheeks puffing happily as it enjoyed its ham.

Having secured the egg, Wang Bo now faced the headache of returning it. The trees in the yard were tall—over ten meters. Climbing up would be troublesome.

Moreover, pigeons distrusted humans. If he went to place the egg back in the nest, the wooden pigeons might abandon it.

It was time to rely on Commander.

The gray parrot flew out, flapping, and saw Wang Bo. It squawked, “Ah, Commander! Ah, here!”

Wang Bo’s eyes brightened. Commander’s claws were strong and rough. He tested it—they could just grasp the egg perfectly.

He pointed at the nest. “Commander, put this egg back. Can you do it?”

Commander twisted its beak. “Ah, Commander is amazing! Ah, Commander won’t do it!”

This little brat made Wang Bo’s forehead vein twitch.

Fortunately, he had a plan. He sneered, “Then I’ll get the Political Commissar to do it.”

The Political Commissar was still small, weak, and not very smart. It probably wouldn’t understand anyway.

But that was enough. Commander Jun wasn’t clever enough to realize this was a trick. Upon hearing that Wang Bo wanted the Political Commissar to do it, it immediately flew straight up and placed the egg back into the nest.