HLM – Chapter 898 Zhuang Ding Hunt the Arctic Fox

Saibo didn’t come to see him for tea and idle chat—he wanted to talk about building a Christmas amusement park in Sunset Town.

After parting ways, he had looked up information online about Wang Bo and Sunset Town. To ensure the accuracy of the information, he also consulted friends in New Zealand.

The data he found shocked Saibo. The speed of Sunset Town’s development in recent years, the scale of its construction, and Wang Bo’s financial resources were all astonishing.

Moreover, the town’s growth trend was equally impressive. In less than four years, a piece of wasteland had been transformed into a beautiful town resembling a hidden paradise. Only someone with experience in related fields could truly understand the immense construction potential that Wang Bo possessed.

Under these circumstances, Saibo quickly contacted the governments of Rovaniemi and Finland to discuss the possibility of expanding the Christmas amusement park into Oceania.

As mentioned earlier, the world may seem peaceful now, but the Third World War had already begun—it was a war of culture. Powerful nations were busy exporting their cultures: Hollywood for the U.S., manga for Japan, manufacturing for China—all forms of cultural influence.

Finland, a small country, had no grand ambitions to dominate globally, but it did not want its traditional culture to be suppressed. Christmas culture is a representative of Finland’s traditional culture today.

Therefore, exporting Christmas amusement parks was something the Finnish government welcomed.

Saibo hadn’t told Wang Bo that foreign investment in the amusement park could receive financial subsidies from both the Finnish and Rovaniemi governments. At the time, he didn’t know Wang Bo well; just as Eva wanted to seize initiative, he wanted to secure the rights himself, so he had kept many details to himself.

Now, knowing Wang Bo had the capability to build a Christmas amusement park, Saibo came forward to lay his cards on the table.

He explained that building such a park would indeed require €140 million, but it would be paid in installments. Construction would take at least two years. The sum could be divided into four phases. Except for the first €40 million, the remainder could be financed using the park as collateral.

Additionally, the Finnish government would provide a 12% subsidy, and the Rovaniemi government 8%. Saibo believed the New Zealand government would also provide financial support. This meant that the actual amount Wang Bo would need to contribute wasn’t as frightening as it seemed.

Of course, the Finnish and Rovaniemi governments were not offering these funds for free—they would take shares in the park and a portion of the profits. The exact ratio of equity and revenue sharing would require detailed negotiation. Wang Bo first needed to find a suitable location for the park.

Building on the surface posed challenges because many of the park’s pavilions involved ice and snow, and sunlight could increase operational pressure. This troubled Wang Bo. Sunset Town was a vast plain. While there were underground cavities—the Glowworm Caves—they couldn’t be disturbed. So how could he construct the Christmas amusement park?

With this dilemma in mind, he set off for the return journey. After Christmas came New Year, and he planned to spend the holidays in Sunset Town.

Before leaving, he went to get Charlie. Opening the door, he was startled: “My God, what happened to you?”

The once-fit and handsome guy was gone. Charlie’s hair was messy, his eyes dull, his steps unsteady, and his skin seemed slack.

Instinctively, Wang Bo exclaimed, “Damn it, are you on drugs?”

Charlie pushed him away. “WTF! What are you talking about? How could I touch that stuff?”

“Then what’s this?”

Sighing, Charlie said, “Britney is terrifying. My God, she’s insatiable. Now I finally understand what they mean by a king who never rises early—getting up in the morning is impossible!”

A sweet voice floated from the room: “Honey, come back quickly! I want to show you a fun toy.”

Wang Bo swore he clearly saw Charlie shiver, his hair nearly standing on end—but, well, other parts weren’t… cooperating.

Wang Bo told him they were leaving. Charlie’s expression improved a little: “We can go? Quickly, please. My God, if we stay here any longer, you’ll be carrying my coffin back to New Zealand!”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Wang Bo laughed. “But you look kind of interesting like this. Come here… click…”

“Damn it, delete that photo!” Charlie yelled.

After packing, they hired a large sled and headed to the airport. Rovaniemi quickly fell behind. Dale leaned on the rear window, waving: “Goodbye—oh, wow!”

The sled suddenly swerved, jolting inside the cabin. With sleds instead of wheels, traction wasn’t strong. Wang Bo quickly shielded Eva and Dale to prevent injuries in case of a rollover.

Luckily, the sled didn’t tip over and soon stopped.

Pushing open the door, Wang Bo frowned: “What happened?”

No sooner had he spoken than Zhuang Ding and Queen ran out quickly, each faster than the other.

“What’s going on?” Eva asked in surprise.

The driver said, “Sorry, sir, really sorry. A snow fox jumped out just now. I almost hit it, so I had to swerve.”

“Snow fox?” Hearing this, Wang Bo immediately sensed trouble. He shouted, “Zhuang Ding, Queen, get back here!”

Of course, the two had been drawn out by the fox, perhaps attracted by its scent lingering in the air.

The snow fox, or Arctic fox, has fur as white as snow and is found across Europe and North America in tundra and icy regions. Its range covers the Arctic Circle, including Russia, Canada, Alaska, Greenland, Northern Europe, subarctic, and high-altitude regions like Iceland, Scandinavia, and Northwestern Siberia.

Zhuang Ding and Queen obeyed at Wang Bo’s shout, but when they returned, Wang Bo was stunned. Zhuang Ding held in his mouth a small, snow-white animal the size of an adult palm.

Needless to say, it was a snow fox.

Wang Bo didn’t know if hunting snow foxes in Finland was illegal, which explained his panic earlier.

The fox probably resembled a New Zealand white rabbit, at least in its fur, which excited Zhuang Ding and Queen.

Wang Bo quickly grabbed the animal from Zhuang Ding’s mouth. Obediently, Zhuang Ding opened his jaws. The fox fell into Wang Bo’s hands, alive, staring fearfully with two black crystal-like eyes.

Zhuang Ding was as fast as a gale. The little creature still had food in its mouth—a tundra lemming.

Amazingly, the lemming was not dead, or at least not completely—it was still lightly struggling.