HLM – Chapter 874 The Inspection Team Arrives

The screening event went very smoothly, and the person who benefited the most was Wang Bo. His service was truly professional, and many of the women had great confidence in him.

The few women who had initially suspected they were there to take advantage eventually apologized to him: “Sorry, Mayor. You really are a professional medical volunteer. It’s an honor to have your help today.”

Then they turned to Hani: “Inspector, you’re the one who’s insulting the title of ‘volunteer.’ If someone here is a real volunteer, it’s him—not you!”

Wang Bo looked at Hani’s beaten-puppy, bitter expression and said with a smile, “Sorry, buddy. I didn’t actually plan on being a volunteer, but for Eva’s sake, I looked up the information for this event in advance.”

A big group of the women and young ladies glared at Eva with envy and jealousy. Eva gave him a sweet smile and whispered, “I’m going to love you to death, darling.”

Wang Bo shyly closed the sandbox simulation. The doctor had given them the relevant materials when he learned they were volunteering, so Wang Bo had been reading the information directly inside the sandbox earlier as he answered questions.

A plump middle-aged woman walked out. Hani’s eyes lit up as he asked, “Hey, Vanessa, how were your results?”

Wang Bo answered, “Sir, you can’t get the results immediately after the X-ray. The films need to be developed and reviewed one by one by a qualified radiology technician and an experienced doctor. It usually takes about two weeks.”

Hani shot him a murderous glare: “I was asking Vanessa. Not you! Go help the others!”

The gentle, elegant woman smiled and said, “The mayor is correct. Dr. Iguodala said the same thing.”

Nurse Rosalie nodded hard: “I bet the doctor didn’t explain it as thoroughly as the mayor did.”

After the event ended on Thursday and Friday, Wang Bo’s phone suddenly became extremely busy—it was all the women calling him.

Some of them received calls notifying them they needed follow-up tests. They were worried and believed Wang Bo was the professional one, so they came to consult him.

This time, Wang Bo didn’t need to rely on the sandbox—he could openly flip through the materials. But that wasn’t his intention at all. He only wanted to show off a little in front of Eva. He never expected to attract so much trouble.

But he was the mayor. He had to be responsible for his townspeople. Women who needed follow-ups were often anxious, thinking their results were abnormal.

Wang Bo comforted them, explaining that the additional tests were also free—they just needed to examine more detailed indicators. Since the community clinic’s facilities weren’t very advanced, some tests could produce false positives. The incidence of breast cancer wasn’t that high. He advised them to stay calm.

Unexpectedly, this volunteer activity greatly improved Wang Bo’s image throughout the town. Especially among the women—Eva said he had basically become “the patron saint of middle-aged and elderly ladies.”

Hani was extremely jealous. Only then did Wang Bo learn that the reason Hani volunteered was actually for that graceful woman, Vanessa.

Vanessa was a widow and also a teacher at the primary school. Hani had fallen for her at first sight and had been actively pursuing her recently. He hoped to impress her during the screening event.

In the end, he only ended up helping Wang Bo shine instead.

That weekend, unexpected guests arrived—Kaplan, the General Manager of Horton Auto’s New Zealand Division, along with his family and several senior managers. They came to Sunset Town.

When Wang Bo ran into them, he was setting traps in the flower fields.

It was truly frustrating—the purple swamphens had somehow discovered the large patch of young lavender sprouts and kept rushing over to eat them. He had captured them batch after batch, yet they kept coming—endless descendants.

After studying for some time, he had learned how to set more advanced traps.

Uncle Bing had taught him a trap called the “hanging lamp snare.” The tools were simple: flexible bamboo strips or wood pieces, a stick, and a rope.

It was a simple wild-pheasant snare. Except for the rope, everything was made of bamboo and small wooden sticks. The principle was simple—use the elasticity of bamboo.

First, insert a bamboo strip into the ground and bend it to create tension. Then place fragile thin wood pieces on the ground. The rope forms a loop resting on the wood pieces. A latch connects the thin wood pieces to the ground.

One end of the rope (A) is the loop. The other end (B) is tied to the bent bamboo, but held down by the latch to maintain tension.

Once a pheasant steps on the thin wood piece, its weight breaks it, releasing the latch. The bamboo snaps back upright, pulling the rope loop tight around the pheasant’s leg and lifting it into the air.

That’s how the snare got its name—the trapped bird hangs like a lantern.

The key was that the bamboo had to be long enough to lift the pheasant so its other foot couldn’t touch the ground, and the buried part had to be sturdy so the bird couldn’t break free.

Wang Bo loved this method. Uncle Bing told him that back in the Soviet era, they even hunted bears with a super-strengthened version of the same trap—using pine saplings instead of bamboo!

Wang Bo had just set several snares when four or five cars approached the flower field. The purple swamphens wandering nearby were frightened and immediately fled.

That made him furious. He was just about to make a successful catch, only for them to scare everything away—like someone ruining your fishing just when you’re about to get a bite. Very annoying.

He frowned and looked at the convoy. They were all Horton SUVs.

“Damn… still driving Hortons? Don’t they know the company’s passenger car division has been dismantled?” Wang Bo mocked.

Then the vehicles stopped near him. Kaplan hopped out energetically and waved at him.

Wang Bo, who had been mocking them under his breath, instantly broke into a glowing smile and waved back enthusiastically:

“Ah! General Manager Kaplan! My dear friend! So happy to see you here!”

Christmas was just a couple of days away. He had thought Kaplan’s group wouldn’t come.

Kaplan quickly explained: “Sorry, Wang. We came a bit late. You know the company’s been troubled lately and I’ve been really busy. Luckily, I can still take a relaxing Christmas holiday.”

Wang Bo shook his hand: “I understand, buddy. And I bet spending Christmas in our town will be very, very relaxing!”

Kidd sat in Kaplan’s car. After getting out, he said, “Boss, I ran into the General Manager in town earlier. I showed him around, had a cup of coffee, and sat with him at the bar for a bit.”

Wang Bo nodded. Kaplan wasn’t stupid—he knew to scout the place first.

But Kidd was also smart. Although he explained it this way, Wang Bo could guess that Kidd must have spotted Kaplan’s group first and then proactively showed them around.