HLM – Chapter 922 Big Brother Gold

As a piece of light music played, the screen displayed a fluttering New Zealand flag, followed by a 3D rendering of the South Island.

Starting from the westernmost point, segments of stunning scenery unfolded—first appeared a beautiful glacier landscape, with rolling mountains and lush greenery dotted with vibrant flowers.

Watching the footage, Wang Bo asked, “Is this Fiordland National Forest Park?”

“Yes, beginning from Resolution Island. The highlight is Fiordland National Forest Park.”

When the video moved to Queenstown, the images became even more breathtaking. As expected from New Zealand’s most famous scenic destination, there were golden sycamore-lined neighborhoods, the long Captain’s Canyon, the crystal-clear Lake Wakatipu, and the steamship gliding across its waters…

Under various camera angles, this scenic masterpiece unfolded slowly, and Wang Bo was deeply amazed.

Seeing his reaction, the young people looked quite proud, although the blond youth still modestly said, “We’re just students, our camera work isn’t that great yet. And this footage hasn’t been edited—once we do post-production, it’ll look even better.”

Wang Bo coughed lightly and asked, “What support do you need?”

The blond youth blinked. “Sorry, what? You mean… we won’t be charged with public nuisance or anything, right?”

Wang Bo spread his hands. “Alright, boys and girls, clearly there was a misunderstanding between us just now. I admit that I judged you based on your clothing—that was wrong of me.”

The blond youth laughed. “We were wrong too—you’re right, we flew the drone too high. But we need an aerial shot that captures the entire Sunset Town, then zooms in quickly.”

“Sunset Town is huge—bigger than Queenstown,” the Black youth exaggerated. “We had to raise the drone high enough.”

Wang Bo said, “You’re exaggerating. Queenstown is eight times larger than Sunset Town. You didn’t fly the drone that high, did you? Though honestly, I’m impressed your device can reach that altitude.”

Once they cleared the misunderstanding, the tension dissolved.

Wang Bo agreed to support their filming of Sunset Town and subtly hinted, “If you’re short on filming funds, I can help—but I hope you’ll showcase more of Sunset Town’s scenery.”

“Of course we’ll show more of Sunset Town!” a girl said happily. “Wait—did you mean you can fund us?”

Seeing they still didn’t get the hint, Wang Bo clarified, “What I mean is… from the footage, Sunset Town seems slightly less impressive than Queenstown. But Queenstown is well-known—people have seen countless scenery videos already. Sunset Town, on the other hand, is a fresh topic.”

“So you want us to devote more screen time to Sunset Town and cut down some of Queenstown?” the blond youth asked with a smile.

Wang Bo nodded—exactly.

“No problem. Sunset Town is plenty beautiful—enough to carry the core visuals of our film,” the blond youth agreed readily.

Wang Bo patted his shoulder. “Go ahead with your work—I won’t disturb you. If you need funding, contact my financial officer. It’ll need approval.”

“But your food and lodging here in Sunset Town—no need to pay. Here’s my card. Wherever you eat or stay, show it to them. It’s free.”

He distributed his business card to each of them, making the youths cheer with excitement.

They had eaten lunch in Sunset Town earlier; the food was excellent—but painfully expensive.

Two days later, the mini-animals arrived. Wang Bo sent them straight to the animal farm, opened the crates, and let them roam freely.

Coincidentally, the Otago University students were still in town, so when the tiny cows, horses, and sheep scattered, they added another scene to their footage, capturing the cute little animals on film.

Peterson said, “Mr. Coreman is very kind. Some of the cows he gave us have just calved—we can milk them now.”

Wang Bo looked at the calves barely reaching his waist. “Forget it—we already have plenty of dairy cows.”

“But it’s different,” Peterson argued. “You bought them for tourism. Kids can milk the mini-cows—it’ll be very popular.”

Wang Bo’s eyes lit up. True—while the ranch offered a family milking activity, only adults could participate because regular cows were too big for children. Mini-cows perfectly filled that gap.

Peterson demonstrated on the spot—placing a small basin under a micro longhorn cow and kneeling to gently milk it.

Marlon, who was training Tuhao Jin, burst into laughter. “Hey buddy, what are you doing—praying to God?”

Peterson snapped back, “F**k off! Stay away, don’t scare these little guys!”

Tuhao Jin grew interested when it saw the calves. Recently it had been spending time at the ranch; Marlon believed the pasture grass there was better and often took it along.

But that land belonged to the cattle and sheep. The best grazing areas were occupied, and Tuhao Jin sometimes got bullied by the one-ton giants.

Being a petty and scheming BOY, Tuhao Jin couldn’t beat the massive adult cows, so it wanted revenge on their calves. But the herd protected their babies too well—no chance to catch a lone calf.

Now, with these mini-cows arriving, it mistakenly thought they were the offspring of the bullies. It snorted fiercely and grinned wickedly: Heh, don’t think I won’t recognize you just because you’re small. Prepare to die!

But Tuhao Jin was also cunning. Seeing Wang Bo and Peterson watching, it didn’t make a move. Instead, it strolled around casually, acting affectionate toward the Coreman mini-horses as if it were a “friend of all mini-animals.”

The mini-horses, new and nervous, huddled together—twenty of them with wide, frightened eyes.

As the “big brother,” Tuhao Jin approached with a snort and squeezed into the herd.

These mini-horses had never seen a normal-sized horse. To them, Tuhao Jin looked like a giant—just as Japanese soldiers felt when they first saw American GIs.

Horse herds have a strict hierarchy. Faced with such a towering figure, the little horses felt no fear—what they felt was instinctive reliance on the strong. They submitted to him at once.

The foals gathered around Tuhao Jin, who led them trotting around the enclosure. It even went to the stable, grabbed carrots, and distributed them to the mini-horses.

The tiny horses were overjoyed. The carrots improved by the Garden Heart were fragrant and delicious—and they were the mini-horses’ favorite treat.