HLM -Chapter 759 The Chinese Representative, Wang Bo

Just as Wang Bo was about to leave the Spotted Star Ranch, a car from an insurance company pulled up.

A middle-aged white man in a suit approached Ralph and said, “Good day, sir. I’m the head of the Anti-Fraud Department at MUFS Insurance’s Dunedin branch. I’d like your cooperation in investigating a few matters.”

“Before we begin the investigation, there are some points I need to clarify: In New Zealand, insurance companies can sue any individual who commits or attempts insurance fraud. Additionally, if an insurance company discovers someone’s fraudulent behavior, the serious consequences may include, but are not limited to, the following:

The insurance company will cancel all contracts with the insured party.

The insured party’s information will be reported to the ICR.

If other insurance companies find this person’s information in the ICR, they will no longer provide services. If the person already has insurance with another company, they will be notified that their insurance has been canceled…”

Wang Bo didn’t stay to watch. There was nothing to see—insurance companies moved fast. The police hadn’t even shown up yet, and they were already taking action.

Ralph was in trouble now. If the deduction was correct, he had colluded with Antison to commit insurance fraud. Unless Antison took the fall himself, claiming that the cattle theft had happened, Ralph would be exposed.

But Ralph didn’t think Antison would take the blame. Clearly, the cows had been bought back by Antison, and it was Ralph who had the idea to commit fraud.

The Bullheaded Club was about to experience some turbulence. At the very least, the Spotted Star Ranch and two others could go bankrupt.

Running a ranch requires bank loans. If a fraud record exists, banks will refuse to provide loans because insurance coverage would be unavailable. Without bank loans for cash flow, the ranches would struggle to operate.

Once the evidence was found, the case fell like dominoes, and a new round of investigation and interrogation began.

Wang Bo had nothing more to do now. He sat in his car and checked the time. From his arrival in Dunedin yesterday to the moment the case became clear, exactly twenty-four hours had passed.

Yet he didn’t feel good about it. He never saw himself as some ace detective; he considered himself more of a rancher.

Because of that, the crisis at all four ranches somehow involved him, giving him a bittersweet sense of sorrow.

Meanwhile, the Dunedin central police station was in a daze. The officers handling the case couldn’t believe it. The special task force had been there just one day—and the case was solved?

Wang Bo returned to the police station to neither applause nor cheering. Some even cast hostile glances. He understood—they felt politically cornered by the special task force’s presence, which made them seem incompetent.

But some did admire him. For example, Conley. As Wang Bo entered the task force office, Conley ran over and threw his arms around him in a passionate hug:

“Oh my God, Wang! You did amazing! You’re basically New Zealand’s Sherlock Holmes! Two fraud cases, both handled effortlessly! I practically idolize you! You’re the real police! I’ve decided—I’m transferring to Sunset Town. Your station still needs officers, right? I want to learn from you!”

He spoke so quickly that Wang Bo barely caught it, but he clearly heard the last part: the boy wanted to join the Sunset Town police.

Wang Bo welcomed the idea. Conley was an honest and ambitious officer with a strong family influence. Having a subordinate like him was a good thing.

It was a little unfortunate, though. Sunset Town didn’t have a proper police force yet. Wang Bo, Atulu, and the father-son duo Uncle Bing were all amateurs who joined midway.

Once the direction was clear, the case was solved the same day.

Antison and his group had only wanted to gain a little profit—they weren’t career criminals. Once evidence of the smuggling ship was presented, Antison confessed.

With Antison confessing, the other three ranchers were implicated.

The four ranchers had no choice. The livestock market had been poor for the past two years, and ranchers had lost money. Then, early spring brought rampant disease.

Insurance companies aren’t omnipotent—they don’t cover 100% of all losses. After continuous blows, some ranchers couldn’t hold on.

That’s when Antison came up with the harebrained plan: they slaughtered the sick cattle, sent them to a smuggling ship bound for Africa, and then reported that their ranch cows had been stolen.

The three other ranches slaughtered some sick cows and sold some healthy cows at a discounted price to Antison to commit insurance fraud.

In the end, they all lost out.

That was the truth. Wang Bo couldn’t understand why the case wasn’t complicated or difficult, yet his Dunedin colleagues couldn’t solve it.

It could only be said that New Zealand police were fine with traffic violations but utterly lacking in handling criminal cases.

Dunedin police were ashamed, and the task force was full of complaints:

“Damn it, I just got here! How long has it been? Twenty hours? Thirty hours? And then we go back?”

“That’s already good, John. Those AOS guys are a joke—they seem to have just gathered today. Now they can announce their disbandment.”

“I thought it was some international case, but it’s just this? Just an insurance fraud case? What have the local cops been doing?!”

With the case solved, the next step was a press conference.

Sheriff Smith wanted to bring Wang Bo, since he was the key person in solving the case. But Wang Bo didn’t want to attend. The kind of press conference he liked was one that could bring publicity to Sunset Town.

This press conference would make him the target of the ranchers. Even though his actions upheld the law, the ranchers didn’t care—they only saw Wang Bo as one of their own, taking down their peers…

Mo Yuning, from the South Island Voice headquartered in Dunedin, scheduled a special interview with Wang Bo.

This time, Wang Bo couldn’t refuse and had to bring Uncle Bing for the interview.

At the TV station, he realized it wasn’t an ordinary interview—they were going on a live program. The station had temporarily inserted their interview into the broadcast.

Wang Bo had never been on TV before. Hesitantly, he asked Mo Yuning, “Isn’t this a bit too high-profile?”

Mo Yuning smiled charmingly. “Not at all. You have no idea how impressive your work was. In surrounding cities, including Queenstown, this case was shrouded in mystery. Many even claimed the cows were abducted by aliens, branding it an unsolvable mystery.”

“Wang Bo, you need to pay attention on this program. Take some credit for yourself—it’s important for raising the status of Chinese people in New Zealand. After all, you’re now a representative figure for the Chinese community here.”