HLM – Chapter 844 Beer Bar

After Alexander rushed to the central city police station, he slapped his forehead with a troubled expression. “My God, I thought you were joking with me on the phone.”

Wang Bo shrugged. “I wish it were a joke. Unfortunately, as you can see, things aren’t looking great for us.”

Although New Zealand is one of the world’s most transparent countries politically, with one of the highest clean-governance indexes, the truth of “officials protecting each other” applies everywhere.

Seeing the leader of the Green Party arrive, the police chief personally came out to receive them. Wang Bo was quite surprised—Wellington’s police were really dedicated. It was already late at night, and the chief hadn’t gone home yet?

Then Alexander introduced him, “This is Director Larry—our party colleague.”

Wang Bo understood immediately. The chief had been summoned by Alexander.

Having an insider always made things easier. After reading the statement, Larry said, “They provoked first. This counts as endangering public security. Wang, you did the right thing. To deal with these bastards, you use your fists!”

Alexander spread his hands in helplessness. “Please, gentleman, I didn’t bring you here so you could encourage him. You should be teaching him the meaning of restraint! Restraint—this is the virtue we Green Party members pride ourselves on!”

Wang Bo crossed his arms. “My fiancée—the future mother of my child—was humiliated. And you want me to endure it? I can be in the Green Party, but I won’t wear a green hat!”

Alexander, who had served as ambassador to China, understood exactly what “green hat” implied, and he knew how taboo it was for Chinese men.

He immediately asked, “What happened? Eva was insulted?”

“Yes. The kind of insult I absolutely cannot tolerate.”

Alexander’s tone sharpened instantly. “Prosecute those bastards! Damn them—they never pay taxes, never work, never create value for society. They’re nothing but parasites! They deserve to be taught a lesson!”

Wang Bo said, “My lawyer is already on the way.”

Alexander patted his shoulder. “Good job. But—unless it’s truly intolerable—you should calm down, my friend. The media are watching every party closely right now.”

Wang Bo knew that was the real reason he had rushed over. The Green Party’s gathering was coming soon. Any scandal would look bad. He wasn’t simply here out of concern—he came to see whether the media had caught wind of the incident.

They were the victims and had acted in legitimate self-defense, so they didn’t need to pay bail. The four of them were free to leave.

The thugs, bruised and battered, stayed in the detainment room, each clutching a towel to their bleeding nose.

After finishing up, it was already quite late. Wang Bo asked, “What are your plans?”

Qingyang rubbed his stomach. “Let’s get some late-night food? Chairman Alexander has been helping us nonstop—how about we treat him to dinner?”

Alexander waved his hand. “I’d love to stay with you, but I can’t. The internal party meeting is tomorrow, and I have a lot to prepare tonight.”

His words carried a hidden message: Look how busy I am, yet I still came to help you. You owe me one.

After Alexander left, they went to eat. By then it was already midnight. Hani laughed, “Looks like we have to drink after all. This is when the beer bars are at their liveliest.”

After a fight, Wang Bo did feel he needed a drink, even though he’d said earlier he didn’t want alcohol.

Wellington had a thriving beer culture. Some of the best bars were decades-old establishments. Even though Hani had left Wellington for a long time, he still remembered them well.

“There’s a Cuban beer bar—it looks ordinary from the outside, but the interior is really luxurious. It’s small but exquisite, with old casino swivel chairs, a great wine list, and you must try their Robin Sandwich…”

“There’s this basement beer bar—very interesting. All brick walls. Looks like the headquarters of an import-export junkie.”

“I remember they have very heavy-flavored craft beers from all over the world. Like your Qingdao Beer—lots of drinkers pay attention to their barrel beers and beer fridges. Honestly, it’s awesome.”

“If you like music, we have a thousand reasons to enter this beer bar. The interior is unique—reinforced-concrete style—with cozy lounge corners and a very popular outdoor area.”

“They host music nights every evening. There are chalkboards where you can write down the music you want and the beer you want with it. Isn’t that great?”

“If you don’t want beer, there’s this adorable bar—perfect for women. Really warm atmosphere. Cocktails, wine, whisky—the bar snacks are fantastic. I’m in love with their pork patties!”

Qingyang stared at Hani in amazement. “Old man, were you working as an inspector back then—or as a bartender?”

Hani burst out laughing. “By day I was a strict inspector. At night, I was the drunk everyone hated!”

Finally, they chose one of the most distinctive beer bars—Beer Garden. Hani was familiar with it too. “Best choice. This place is fun. I swear—from noisy kids to old grannies doing needlework—everyone loves it.”

The bar looked open-air but actually had a transparent ceiling. Once inside, you could drink while looking up at the stars and moon.

Wang Bo chose it also because it shared space with a highly rated restaurant.

They entered to find a lively yet orderly scene—bar counter, dance floor, pool table. The pool table was simple: four beer barrels supporting a slab of marble.

People were gathered around laughing. Hani glanced over. “Bingo game. This pub was relocated from the countryside. They kept a lot of old customs.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Of course. Though I rarely came in—the spending here is high, gentlemen. Get ready to open your wallets!” Hani laughed.

Wang Bo really was prepared. He had checked this bar online earlier. Its restaurant used beef, lamb, chicken, and duck from Sunset Ranch—expensive, but absolutely worth it.

After entering, he asked for a private room. The beautiful waitress smiled and reminded him, “Our private rooms have a minimum charge. The one you want has a minimum of 980 yuan.”

Wang Bo said, “No problem. What matters is that we get to experience Wellington’s beer culture.”

The young woman smiled. “Then you’re in luck. If you can’t feel it here, then you must be someone who doesn’t drink at all!”