HLM -Chapter 746 Whistle and Call Your Brothers

The matter was tentatively settled. Li Bo couldn’t obtain a chiropractor’s medical license, but there was no problem having him do massage work.

Massage falls under the service industry, whereas chiropractors belong to the medical field—the two are fundamentally different.

This outcome greatly delighted the couple. It was an unexpected blessing for them. Zheng Hongmei had immigrated to New Zealand for the country’s welfare benefits; she was an exceptionally skilled nurse.

But in large hospitals back home, being a head nurse wasn’t just about experience and ability—it also required seniority and connections. Zheng Hongmei and her husband had neither. Later, friends suggested technical immigration, which they pursued.

Upon arriving in New Zealand, they didn’t have much money. Wang Bo offered a decent nurse’s salary, but supporting a whole family was still challenging. If Li Bo could also earn money, their pressure would be eased.

They had children and parents still in their home country; they needed to settle for five years before gradually bringing their family over.

When the first batch of talents arrived, Kobe took four chefs away. The preschool teachers were temporarily sent to ACG Sunset Town School, which wasn’t fully utilized, so they could run a kindergarten there.

Over the next few days, Wang Bo was busy filling out assessment forms for these talents and helping them adjust to the town and their job positions.

According to the contract, they were here to work, not to be slaves. If life in Sunset Town proved too difficult, they were free to leave.

Having finally secured these talents, Wang Bo couldn’t afford to let them leave easily.

The eight people had a week off to purchase daily necessities, familiarize themselves with the surroundings, and make friends. Their official work would start the following week.

Ironically, Li Bo, who was expected to be the most idle, became the busiest. Being blind, he didn’t need to familiarize himself with the environment or manage household chores, so he went to the hospital to work shifts.

Thus, the community hospital gained a massage therapy room. Wang Bo placed it in the room controlled by Rehabilitation of the Heart, combining massage and rehabilitation for a powerful synergy.

Kidd and the others were the first customers. After receiving a massage, he recommended Li Bo to Atulu and his group, saying it was very comfortable. After work, a bunch of them went together for massages.

Wang Bo followed along. Since arriving in New Zealand, he hadn’t had a massage yet. His body didn’t have any discomfort, but he missed the feeling.

Li Bo’s pricing was very low, divided into several packages. The full-body massage was the most expensive: two hours for NZD 88. Meridian massage was next: one and a half hours for NZD 68. Other targeted massages, like neck or lower back, were cheaper: forty minutes for NZD 38.

Seeing the pricing, Wang Bo shook his head: “Raise the full-body massage to NZD 188, the meridian massage to NZD 158, and all targeted massages to NZD 88.”

Li Bo was taken aback: “Isn’t that too expensive, Mayor? I had Hongmei check chiropractor price lists—this is even more expensive than them.”

Wang Bo confidently replied: “But our results are better than theirs! Don’t worry, business will be booming!”

He was Li Bo’s first client. Li Bo’s arms were strong, and his palms rough. Even through cotton, pressing on Wang Bo’s back felt hot and intense.

The massage was effective. Li Bo had a small timer in his pocket and started from the cervical spine, working through the entire upper body.

Wang Bo felt his body’s hair stand on end during the massage. Not exaggerating—Li Bo’s palms felt electric, giving a tingling sensation.

He received an upper-body massage, got off the table, moved his shoulders and lower back, and felt completely relaxed.

“Ah, that’s amazing!” Wang Bo sighed.

Bowen pushed him aside and eagerly climbed onto the massage table: “Really that good? Let me try.”

Afterward, Bowen’s reaction was even more extreme: “F***! I bet there’s nothing in the world better than a massage! With this, I don’t think I’ll ever need a woman again!”

Charlie and the others scrambled for spots. Atulu wiggled his butt, leaving everyone else aside, and chuckled: “Look, even God wants me to go first. You guys wait and play over there.”

When he lay down, Li Bo hesitated as he touched his back: “You guys aren’t joking with me, right? Did someone put a slab of beef here?”

The group burst into laughter. Wang Bo pulled Li Bo’s hand to pat Atulu’s head. Li Bo awkwardly apologized: “Sorry, sorry. When I was an apprentice, we used to get pranked—my master would place a piece of pork on the table to test our focus…”

Atulu was easygoing: “It’s fine. I’m a bit heavy…”

Charlie teased: “You’re not a bit heavy, you’re very heavy!”

Wang Bo focused on business: “Li, can you feel the bones?”

Li Bo, panting, replied: “No problem. Some joints are deep, but I can handle it.”

After more than ten minutes, he finished. Atulu asked curiously: “Done already? Why do others need forty minutes?”

Li Bo panted: “Brother, let me rest. I haven’t done such heavy work in a while. The last time I used this strength was two years ago, massaging a sumo athlete for the provincial team.”

Others could rest, but Li Bo stayed busy. The massage was indeed effective, and in the next two days, townspeople came once they heard about it.

Wang Bo knew this was partly due to the Rehabilitation of the Heart effect, but the others thought it was all Li Bo’s skill. Some even gave him a nickname: The Bone-and-Muscle Magic Hands.

On Thursday, a big client arrived. Oakley finally returned.

Unlike when he left, this time it was a spectacle—a convoy drove into Sunset Town.

Wang Bo had just finished lunch, chatting with Chen Luoxian about the second wave of domestic tourists, when he noticed a convoy led by a Mercedes S600.

He stared at it curiously—not because he hadn’t seen a Mercedes S-class before, but because the convoy was unusual: an S600 in front, followed by Nissans, Fords, Toyotas, not just sedans but pickups, SUVs, and even a news van!

The S600 seemed to aim directly at him. Wang Bo reacted quickly, jumping into the nearby flower nursery.

Angrily, he grabbed his phone: “Atulu, bring the brothers over! Someone’s trying to run me over!”

The S600 door opened. A huge man dressed entirely in black laughed loudly and shouted: “Mayor, why are you blocking my way?”