HLM -Chapter 764 Atulu Becomes an Apprentice

The helicopter was fine and landed in the castle.

The castle’s outer courtyard was a perfect spot—it could serve as a training ground for the troops, a large parking area, or even a helipad.

Wang Bo hosted a banquet for Kato inside the castle. Since the spring vegetable garden was abundant, he personally picked some of the freshly grown vegetables.

Thanks to the “Heart of the Vegetable Garden,” the vegetables could grow even in winter. In spring, many were ready to eat, such as spring cucumbers, spring beans, spring eggplants, and spring chili peppers. Normally, without a greenhouse, these vegetables wouldn’t bear fruit in spring, but under the effect of the Heart of the Vegetable Garden, they thrived.

Wang Bo noticed that, besides the cultivated vegetables, many wild greens had grown as well—purslane, ferns, bitter greens, purple seaweed, plantain, and more. These wild plants had come from seeds he had scattered randomly during planting. Last year, they hadn’t grown so abundantly, but this year they covered the land. Clearly, the seeds that had fallen in autumn had successfully propagated.

However, wild greens couldn’t be served to guests. Wang Bo checked their growth, then went to the garden to pick the vegetables, preparing a selection of those suitable for cooking.

In New Zealand, whether lunch or dinner, a slightly formal meal always included a vegetable salad. Wang Bo thoughtfully made one using celery, carrots, cucumbers, cabbage hearts, and lettuce. He thought adding wild greens would be better—rich in nutrients and tender—but raw wild greens tasted bitter. New Zealanders couldn’t handle the bitterness; they would think it was poisonous.

The main courses were the usual beef and lamb steaks. To cater to Kato and his group’s taste, Wang Bo had Kobe prepare several refined Western dishes.

Kobe was busy today, as another wave of tourists had arrived. He decided to roast a turkey as one of the main dishes.

Turkey was undeniably a showstopper, and the farm-raised turkeys were even bigger. Kato was startled when he saw it: “Do you also eat ostriches here?”

“This is a turkey,” Wang Bo explained.

Kato was delighted. “Oh, Sunset Turkey! I’ve had Sunset Turkey burgers in Hades—they were amazing! Today I can finally eat freely, right?”

“Of course.”

Wang Bo noticed the two bodyguards subtly loosening their belts.

This wasn’t an exaggeration—Sunset Ranch’s meat had successfully entered New Zealand’s high-end food market. Anyone with some knowledge or taste would have tried the ranch’s products.

As they feasted, Kato offered a suggestion: “Wang, you should really do some advertising. Honestly, buddy, this beef is unbelievably delicious, but many people still don’t know the name of Sunset Ranch.”

Wang Bo nodded. The banquet was well worth it. He had stayed in Sunset Town’s remote corners for so long that he had forgotten to use advertising for marketing.

Kato’s group stayed in town for two days. Officially, it was to teach Uncle Bings and Gerald to familiarize themselves with the helicopter, but in reality, they were just enjoying themselves.

In the afternoons, they fished on the lake. The next day, they wandered through the town like tourists—admiring blooming flowers, resting in pavilions, tasting food at various restaurants. At night, they spent time at Flame Mountain Bar and Da Qin Café.

When they left, everyone was full of praise. Kato even tried a massage from a famous Chinese master in town. Afterward, he claimed he felt ten years younger.

Li Bo’s massage skills had become famous in Sunset Town. Appointments were necessary daily, or he couldn’t manage the workload. Wang Bo regretted setting his prices too low at first.

On Friday, after packing up, he said, “Remember that glittering mountain? Tomorrow we’ll go check it out. Bring the gun—I mean the mold gun—and then we’ll train on the way back.”

Atulu said, “Boss, I can’t go. I want to see the masseur tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I want to apprentice under Li Bo. I want to learn massage techniques from him,” Atulu said eagerly.

Uncle Bing casually asked, “Why learn that? To massage your wife when you get back?”

Atulu glared at him. “You think you know everything!”

“Seriously?” Kidd and the others laughed.

“My wife is unstoppable!” Atulu said helplessly. “I don’t know who encouraged her to get a massage. Damn it! Now she’s like she was when she was young and… addicted. I have no choice but to learn to massage her myself.”

“Well, even if you don’t apprentice, Li Bo would gladly teach you.”

“Why? Do Chinese people all like Māori?” Atulu asked excitedly.

Hani revealed the truth: “No, dear. Giving your wife a massage once, Li Bo needs an hour to recover. Twice a day, he’d get so exhausted he’d cramp. So if someone else helps, why not?”

“Your Chinese is pretty good,” Wang Bo gave him a thumbs-up.

They booked an evening massage session and went to the hospital together after work. Due to high demand, they could only get an appointment once a week. Wang Bo thought once a week was fine for relaxation anyway.

When they arrived, Li Bo asked, “Who goes first?”

Wang Bo said, “Teacher Li, no rush. Massage is secondary today. There’s something else. This is my subordinate, Atulu—you know him, right?”

Li Bo was surprised. “Yes, Officer Atulu. What happened? A massage problem?”

“No, he wants to learn massage from you and apprentice under you.”

Li Bo smiled. “I heard he’s a police officer. Doesn’t he have to work?”

Charlie lazily sipped his tea. “No, he isn’t doing this professionally. He wants to learn to massage his wife at home.”

Li Bo didn’t know which wife, but he praised him: “What a good husband. I can’t refuse a student like that.”

“Then you’ll need an apprenticeship gift!” Kidd teased, “I know Chinese apprentices give gifts to their master. I’ve never seen it—honestly, I’m curious.”

Atulu shouted: “Kidd, you meddler!”

Li Bo laughed: “Mayor Wang, your subordinates know quite a lot about China, huh?”

Wang Bo laughed heartily: “Of course, I’ve been training them all along. By the way, would you like to take a student? Don’t feel obliged—if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

Li Bo, an introvert, smiled: “No, I’d like to take such a student. Officer Atulu, right? He’s perfect—his arms are thicker than my thighs, his wrists thicker than my calves, born for this line of work. Too bad he isn’t blind.”

Those who understood burst out laughing.