HLM – Chapter 875 Let You Fish to Your Heart’s Content

Kaplan saw him wearing work clothes and asked, “What are you doing? I heard from Kidd that you’ve built the largest flower field in New Zealand here. Are you tending to the flowers?”

Wang Bo shrugged. “It’s actually a field of lavender, not a flower garden in the strict sense. And no, I’m not tending to them—I’m dealing with the pūkeko. Those guys keep destroying my lavender.”

Kayla Sandys, Sales Director of Horton New Zealand, nodded approvingly. “Pūkeko are incredibly annoying. My father is a farmer, and every year some of them come to ruin the fields. It drives him mad.”

“How does your father deal with them?” Wang Bo asked sincerely.

Kayla laughed. “I probably shouldn’t tell you—he does something quite inhumane. He hangs up any pūkeko he catches in the field and leaves them there.”

Kaplan frowned. “Oh my God, that’s really violent.”

Wang Bo looked thoughtfully at the freely roaming pūkeko. “But it’s actually not a bad idea.”

Since guests had arrived, he couldn’t continue setting traps. After washing his hands by the lakeside, he asked Kaplan about his holiday plans.

Standing on the pier and gazing out at the lake, Kaplan said dramatically, “If possible, I’d love to stay by this lakeside until Christmas Eve. This peaceful environment is absolutely intoxicating.”

The sapphire-blue water stretched endlessly like a giant crystal, glistening gold under the sunlight, merging seamlessly with the sky.

Hearing that, Wang Bo led them onto the fishing boat. “This is one of the best times of the year for fishing. Come on, since you’re here at Lake Hawea, I have to treat you to one of Sunset Town’s Four Delicacies—the Sunset Seafood.”

“I think we shouldn’t fish yet,” Kayla said. “We should put down our luggage first. We brought a lot for this vacation.”

Wang Bo waved his hand. “Once you arrive in Sunset Town, you shouldn’t have worries or burdens. Enjoy life. Your luggage will be delivered to the castle by car. I gladly welcome you all to stay in the castle.”

Kaplan’s daughter cheered, and the other kids grinned happily.

A little girl asked eagerly, “Is Sunset Castle really as beautiful as in the photos? If I live there, will I become a princess?”

Wang Bo gently patted her hair. “Of course. Look—it’s hidden among the clouds, with the sea of clouds rolling below it and the castle standing tall. That’s exactly where a princess belongs.”

Kaplan was also excited. “I’ve been all over the world, but honestly, I’ve never stayed in a castle.”

“Me neither,” the others chimed in.

As the weather warmed, Lake Hawea’s fishery resources had grown increasingly abundant. The fish, shrimp, and crabs Wang Bo once stocked were now reproducing rapidly.

Everyone applied sunscreen, put on sun hats, and took their places along the deck and rail to fish. Malop served fresh fruit juice chilled with ice made on-site, which was very popular.

“These ice cubes look really pure,” Kaplan praised.

Malop smiled. “Please drop one into your juice.”

Kaplan tossed one into the glass, and bubbles immediately began rising—gurgle gurgle. The ice cube drifted up and down in the juice, constantly shifting positions.

The scene caught everyone’s curiosity.

“Hey buddy, that’s weird. What’s going on?” someone called out.

Wang Bo didn’t know either. He said vaguely, “There are plenty of strange things in Sunset Town. Otherwise, we wouldn’t attract so many tourists.”

A child ran over, eyes wide, delighted. “Mom, look! It’s a dancing ice cube!”

Wang Bo quietly asked Malop, “What’s with the ice?”

Malop explained, “There’s gas trapped inside. I used spring water to make the ice, and a carbonation machine happened to be nearby, so I tried injecting air into the water. Because I flash-froze the water, the spring water absorbed the gas before freezing, so the ice cubes ended up with gas inside.”

Wang Bo nodded. “Not bad! You’ve invented a great new use for spring water.”

He thought it could work in coffee shops or juice bars. Sunset Town already had a few drink shops, but none with any real specialty.

The spirit-spring ice cubes weren’t just pretty—they made fruit juice colder and gave it a delightful crisp chill on the tongue.

Just then, Kayla let out a cheer. He lifted the fishing rod—on the hook was a plump, palm-sized fish struggling vigorously.

Seeing it, he brightened. “Hey buddy, you’re in luck! A red cod!”

New Zealanders loved fishing, and naturally recognized the species. Everyone congratulated him—catching a red cod was considered a sign of good luck in New Zealand.

With Kayla’s catch, their enthusiasm soared. They cast their lines again, waiting for more red cod.

Wang Bo scooped some water into a bucket and kept the fish inside. Red cod were carnivorous and incredibly hardy.

Since he wanted benefits from Horton, he had to make sure his guests had fun.

Later, he slipped away from the group, sat in the cockpit, opened the sand table, found the lake’s simulation, zoomed in, and repeatedly grabbed fish from the water—forcing them onto the hooks.

Outside, the guests, unaware of the cheating, remained excited. They cheered loudly, bragging about each other’s fishing skills—especially when Kaplan also caught a red cod.

Wang Bo even found a big crab. He dangled a small fish in front of it; being omnivorous, the crab snapped it up with its claws. Then he hooked the fish so that whoever reeled it in would pull up both the fish and the crab.

The scene was hilarious. People burst into laughter.

“Drew, you’ve got real skill! Two catches on one hook!” someone whistled.

Seeing their delighted faces, Wang Bo suddenly had an idea. He found Malop and whispered something to him.

Malop smiled knowingly. As he passed by, he casually said, “Our lake’s fishery is incredibly rich. Catching this many fish is nothing special—kids could do it.”

Although they were avid fishers, they’d never had such a good haul before.

They had been thrilled, but after hearing Malop’s comment, their pride was challenged.

“Anyone could catch this much? Are you kidding, buddy? That’s impossible!” someone said, dissatisfied.

Malop said proudly, “I don’t joke about this. Of course anyone can catch this many fish. Ask the mayor if you don’t believe me.”