HLM -Chapter 809 Then We’ll All Come Together

After hearing Eva’s words, Cao Bo asked curiously, “By the way, Eva, we never asked—what kind of work did you do back in Ukraine? Were you also a teacher?”

Eva smiled sweetly. “No, actually… if I tell you, you might be surprised.”

“What did you do?” Everyone’s curiosity was piqued.

Eva glanced at Wang Bo. He spread his hands and said, “Nothing to hide—she was a secret agent. That’s why you see I live such a well-behaved and disciplined life.”

Cao Bo burst out laughing. “Don’t joke around, we’re being serious here.”

Eva widened her eyes. “Wang is serious too. I really was a special agent in Ukraine. Actually, I didn’t work for the Ukrainian government—I worked for Moscow. Our boss was in the Kremlin.”

“Russian intelligence? No way!” Several people gasped.

Even Wang Bo was hearing this for the first time, but he didn’t dig further—just shrugged.

Eva continued, “Yes, you could say I was a Russian agent, though my nationality and post were in Ukraine…”

Seeing everyone’s stunned expressions, she laughed. “Don’t get the wrong idea—I wasn’t a spy, not KGB or FSB. I was with the SVR.”

She looked at Wang Bo, her light violet eyes clear and sincere.

Wang Bo spread his hands again. “That’s a pretty cool job, right?”

The group blinked in confusion. “KGB, FSB, and SVR—what’s all that?”

“KGB is the KGB—how can you not know that?” Fan Dong rolled his eyes at his classmates.

“What about FSB and SVR then?”

Fan Dong glared. “That’s classified stuff, you know? Don’t ask. Why are you all so nosy? You’re putting her in an awkward spot.”

Eva giggled but didn’t explain. Wang Bo slipped an arm around her shoulders, and she whispered, “Do you even know what FSB and SVR are?”

Honestly, Wang Bo didn’t. He only knew that the KGB was infamous—especially its so-called ‘swallows,’ female agents notorious throughout history.

Eva explained, “The FSB is the Russian Federal Security Service. The SVR is the Foreign Intelligence Service. The FSB was supposed to merge with the SVR to reorganize into something like the old KGB, but during restructuring, a lot of unimportant posts were cut, and people got laid off.”

“But it wasn’t bad—we received compensation, and they helped us immigrate based on our preferences. That’s how I brought Dale here to New Zealand.”

“Do you know why I chose this place?”

Wang Bo teased, “Because you foresaw that your true love was waiting for you here?”

Eva laughed softly. “You guessed right! But honestly, it was because Ukraine was too cold!”

Her old job had been sensitive, but that was only through the lens of Chinese thinking. Wang Bo had been with her long enough to know her work never affected their life together.

So, he didn’t care at all.

When they returned to the yacht, the topic drifted away. A new group came aboard, and Wang Bo took the girls out fishing.

But the chatter was endless—too noisy. The lake was so clear that the fish could easily see the shadows of lines and rods. The fish in New Zealand weren’t dumb, so not a single one took the bait.

Wang Bo eventually borrowed a rubber dinghy and rowed out to check the traps. Every pull brought up a full catch—fish, shrimp, and crabs all mixed together.

The lake water was crystal clear, so catching crabs was easy. You could see them swaggering across the lakebed in clusters.

Fan Dong asked, “How do you catch them? It looks pretty shallow here—can we just dive down and grab them?”

Wang Bo didn’t answer, just asked, “How good are you at swimming?”

Fan Dong puffed out his chest. “When I was fifteen, I won second place in the city high school swimming championship. How’s that?”

Hearing that, Wang Bo nodded—then suddenly kicked him straight into the water.

Fan Dong screamed as he splashed in. He flipped underwater, then surfaced and treaded water, yelling, “Damn it, Old Wang! Trying to kill me?!”

Wang Bo said calmly, “Just giving you a firsthand experience. Does it feel shallow to you?”

Fan Dong froze for a moment, then dove under. From the boat, the others exclaimed, “Whoa! It looked so shallow—how is it that deep?!”

Wang Bo explained, “It’s over twenty meters. You think we’re joking? Diving down there to catch crabs without equipment? You’d burst your lungs before you even saw one.”

“So what do we do then?”

Wang Bo smiled and told Malop to fetch the crab traps from storage—double-ended wire cages. They stuffed them with bloody chicken and duck offal and lowered them into the water.

“By dinnertime, we’ll just haul them up.”

Fan Dong was still swimming around. The big dog Zhuang Ding watched, got excited, and leapt in too—paddling fast like a mini speedboat.

“Wow, that dog’s a great swimmer! Fan Dong, you just got outswum by a dog!”

“Fan Dong can’t even catch up to a dog’s butt!”

Furious, Fan Dong shouted from the water, “Easy for you to say—come down here and try! I bet none of you can swim faster than me!”

The surface water was warm from the midday sun. Zhang Rui dipped a hand in and decided it was nice—so he changed into disposable swim shorts and jumped in too.

With a series of splashes, several men followed suit.

Wang Bo joined them for a while, then climbed back on deck, sipping juice as he watched. Zhuang Ding was clearly the star of the water—diving, chasing, and wrestling with everyone.

Two ospreys swam over, spotted Wang Bo on the deck, then dove beneath the water. One resurfaced holding a longfin eel in its beak and paddled toward him.

Wang Bo laughed, took the eel, and handed it a small white fish in exchange. The osprey ate the fish, squawked twice, and swam away.

Li Jiayi and the others were amazed. “These ospreys are so smart!”

Just as they said that, the other osprey came up too—also with a longfin eel in its beak.

Wang Bo grinned. “Looks like tonight we’re having teriyaki eel rice. Freshwater eel isn’t as good as the sea kind, but it’s tender and tastes great.”

By the end of the afternoon, over a dozen fishing rods had yielded a huge pile of freshwater fish. As the sun began to set, they pulled up the shrimp and crab traps—each full, and the crabs were big and meaty.

Many tourists lingered on the lakeshore beach to enjoy the sunset. Some spread picnic mats with food and drinks, families laughing together.

Young people played guitars, singing love songs. Wang Bo clapped along, and the singer strummed even harder.

Atulu came over to help set up the barbecue grill. When the crabs were flipped onto it, their shells soon turned bright red.

Looking around at the peaceful scene, Fan Dong sighed. “Old Wang, you’ve really built a great town here. I hope one day, when I’m done back home, I can bring my parents and kids to live here.”

Wang Bo chuckled. “Wouldn’t that make you a ‘naked official’ then?”

Fan Dong smiled wryly. “Don’t worry—by then I’ll probably have changed jobs. Being a grassroots civil servant doesn’t really suit me anymore.”

“Count me in when that time comes,” someone said.

“Don’t forget me—we’ll all come together.”

“Yeah, if that’s the plan, I’m in too.”

The group all spoke at once, laughing under the warm New Zealand sunset.