HLM -Chapter 744 Talent Arrival

Pigeons aren’t very bright. The one that had lost its egg flew around frantically for a couple of rounds, then suddenly realized the egg was safe and sound in the nest, blinking innocently before returning to incubate it.

The Fat Cat brothers looked up at the bird’s nest high above, their shiny black eyes once again scheming some mischief.

Wang Bo knew exactly what they were up to. He picked up the two brothers and pointed at the tree. “No more climbing, got it?”

The two cats froze, their furry faces showing utter confusion. They couldn’t understand.

Wang Bo had no choice but to hang them on the tree. The moment they tried to climb, he acted quickly and pulled them down, giving each a slap on the backside.

The Fat Cat brothers felt wronged. “You trained us to climb trees and steal bird eggs, now you’re forbidding it?”

Wang Bo didn’t care about their complaints. He continued hanging them up—anyone daring to climb got another slap.

After a few whacks, Er Pang understood first. The next time he was placed on the tree, he immediately jumped down and sat on the ground with an innocent look at Wang Bo.

Da Pang quickly got the message too, and the two brothers eventually sat in a row, behaving.

Wang Bo laughed heartily. Suddenly, he understood why emperors in ancient times loved being tyrants—the feeling of being a tyrant was exhilarating!

Mid-September, Monday—big event.

The ruling party truly was efficient. Only half a month after Wang Bo submitted the talent request form, the first batch of talent had already arrived.

After receiving a call from Hilario, Wang Bo personally arranged a vehicle to pick them up in Wellington. A small bus brought back seven people.

Of course, this was just the first batch.

Among the seven, there were two preschool teachers, one nurse, and four chefs.

Around noon, the driver called to say the bus had entered the town.

Hearing the good news, Wang Bo personally went with the deputy mayor, inspectors, and other officials to the government gate to welcome them.

The comfortable minibus stopped, and eight people—loaded with luggage—stepped down. Wang Bo had been informed in advance: one couple among them, the woman a nurse and the man blind, had come together to New Zealand.

Both were Chinese. Wang Bo felt they should be helped as fellow countrymen, so he had approved accepting both in the initial plan.

Of the eight people, four were Chinese, and four were white immigrants. Among the four white immigrants, two were preschool teachers and two were chefs.

Qingyang formally stepped forward to introduce them. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sunset Town. It’s been a long journey, and we hope our beautiful and warm town can make you feel comfortable. Now, please welcome our town mayor, Wang Bo.”

Applause followed. Wang Bo noticed it was the Chinese couple clapping—it must be the nurse couple.

He glared at Qingyang. “You’ve said everything, what else do I need to add?”

Of course, he was joking. New Zealand wasn’t about pomp and official speeches. Wang Bo simply said, “You must be tired. Accommodation has been arranged, so settle in and rest. There will be a welcome party in a couple of days.”

“Thank you, Mayor,” the group replied, voices overlapping. They seemed genuinely happy.

Most immigrants preferred big cities, and being received by a small town usually wasn’t ideal. But Sunset Town offered high salaries and good benefits. Plus, seeing the Flower Road and surrounding scenery on the way, they realized living here wasn’t bad at all. So their mood improved considerably.

After dispersing the group, Wang Bo helped with the luggage. These people were moving, so they had a lot of stuff, and the bus was packed.

He helped the nurse couple first, as they had the most luggage, and her blind husband couldn’t help.

The female nurse, named Zheng Hongmei, had a husband named Li Bo—same name as Wang Bo.

Wang Bo reached for a suitcase, and the nurse warned, “Mayor, there are some books in there; it’s heavy.”

Indeed, the suitcase weighed over a hundred pounds, but in Wang Bo’s hands, it felt like ten—his strength was immense.

Kidd stepped up to take it. Seeing Wang Bo handle it easily, he assumed it was light. But when he lifted it onto his shoulder—

“Crack!” A sharp sound. Kidd screamed, “Oh my God, my bones are broken!”

Fortunately, his nerves were tough. He had strained his back but didn’t drop the suitcase, managing to carry it.

Wang Bo shook his head in disbelief. “Aren’t you an athlete? How do you twist your back lifting a suitcase?”

Kidd couldn’t even cry. “Boss, I’m a track athlete, not a weightlifter. And I wasn’t prepared—I thought it was light.”

A gentle voice spoke up: “It’s okay, little brother. You just twisted your back. Don’t move for now. Hongmei, find a place for him to lie down, I’ll take the suitcase.”

The nurse glanced at Kidd cautiously. “Forget it, Ah Bo. This is New Zealand; your method won’t work here.”

Hearing Li Bo, Wang Bo asked, “You know massage therapy?”

Li Bo smiled. “Yes, I know massage, tuina, acupressure, chiropractic techniques—some of them. But here in New Zealand, you need a license to practice, right?”

They spoke in Mandarin. Kidd’s Chinese was poor, enough for greetings, but he couldn’t understand professional massage talk. He just grimaced, wanting to go to a hospital.

“I need an MRI; I think my back is broken. Damn it, I can’t bend, I can’t walk. Oh my God, Elizabeth, help me…”

Nearby was a long bench. Wang Bo signaled Elizabeth to help him lie down.

Kidd complained, “Boss, why lie here? I need a hospital!”

Wang Bo asked Zheng Hongmei to let Li Bo try. She shook her hand cautiously. “Mayor, no, my husband doesn’t have a chiropractic license.”

What she meant by “chiropractic” (脊骨神经医学) refers to spinal adjustment, manual therapy, or chiropractic massage, a form of alternative medicine originating in the U.S., also considered a natural therapy in modern Western medicine.

In New Zealand, licensed practitioners are called chiropractors, who use hands or tools to adjust the musculoskeletal system, especially the spine, to restore health.

This discipline considers misaligned spinal angles as the source of many ailments affecting the nervous system, ultimately causing disease.

Chinese readers would find this familiar—in Wang Bo’s eyes, this is exactly like Chinese tuina massage, and chiropractors are essentially Chinese massage therapists.