HLM – Chapter 935 Caught in a Blizzard

The Middle Eastern tycoons truly lived up to their reputation for extravagance. Cattle of such value were being sent to auction, yet no one had even bothered to promote it beforehand.

Of course, it might have been the idea of the Stubborn Bull Club. Wang Bo guessed that Leonard wanted to give everyone a surprise at the start, using the Safi cows’ rarity and high value to ignite the bidders’ enthusiasm.

However, he had probably overestimated the financial strength of the ranchers—and overestimated the value of the Safi cows. Aside from Wang Bo raising his paddle, no one else showed any interest.

He thought a single bid from him would secure the cattle, but before the white-gloved auctioneer could lower his gesture toward him, someone else raised their paddle. The auctioneer immediately turned in that direction. “This gentleman bids 1.65 million! 1.65 million!”

The crowd erupted and turned to look.

Wang Bo was baffled too. Who else would be foolish enough to take interest in these ancestral-level cows?

These dairy cows weren’t the kind you could just bring home, feed, and wait for milk. You had to recreate their entire lifestyle. Back in the Middle East, they drank red wine, listened to music, and received massages. You’d have to treat them the same way afterward.

New Zealand ranchers were rough men. They didn’t listen to soft music themselves, nor did they enjoy massages—how could they possibly provide that kind of lifestyle for dairy cows?

Wang Bo, on the other hand, didn’t care what lives they had lived before. Once he took them back, he would throw them onto the ranch and let the Ranch Heart handle everything. He trusted the level-three Ranch Heart.

Moreover, the selective breeding of Safi cows had only been going on for forty-five years. Biologically speaking, that was far too short for true population isolation to form a distinct breed. More selective breeding would have to continue.

This meant raising these cows was even more difficult, especially since their golden selection principle was “keep the lean, eliminate the fat”—something completely unheard of in New Zealand’s livestock history.

The one competing with Wang Bo was a refined middle-aged man wearing tortoiseshell glasses and a gentle smile. He didn’t look like a rancher at all—more like a university professor.

Wang Bo recognized him. New Zealand was small, and the livestock world was even smaller. Anyone with a bit of fame in the field would be known through some channel.

His name was Antag Hutou, a well-known North Island farm owner. He didn’t raise much livestock; instead, he had vast farmland for growing pasture grass and grains.

Wang Bo had no idea why Antag was interested in these cows. Frowning, he raised his paddle again. “1.7 million!”

The price climbed quickly. Antag raised his paddle as well, adding another fifty thousand. Back and forth they went, and the price rapidly reached the 2-million mark.

At that point, Antag smiled, shook his head, and stood up with a young man who seemed to be his assistant. He walked out briskly—clearly giving up the bid.

Wang Bo was confused. He left so decisively and didn’t seem disappointed at all. So why bother bidding so aggressively earlier?

Regardless, the cows were now his. The price—two million NZD—was sky-high.

With such an expensive anchor at the beginning, the prices of the cattle and sheep that followed seemed depressingly low in comparison.

Same business, selling cows, yet those fourteen cows fetched two million, while someone else’s two hundred cows sold for only 140,000… Truly embarrassing.

Still, ordinary dairy calves fetching 700 dollars each wasn’t bad. The livestock at this auction were of good quality; otherwise, dairy calves could be bought for four or five hundred.

Water buffalo cows were even cheaper. There were two groups totaling 580 head, and Wang Bo bought them all.

These cows varied in size, but averaged out, each one cost only 1,000 dollars—just 580,000 NZD for the whole lot.

With 2.58 million NZD spent, Wang Bo completed his auction mission. Just as Leonard said, he gained quite a lot.

Everyone left the auction satisfied. Leonard’s plan worked perfectly—opening with the outrageously expensive Safi cows made all the ordinary cattle seem dirt cheap. Money practically felt like nothing.

After the auction, staff were assigned to transport the cattle. Fourteen Safi cows were loaded onto a special luxury truck. Wang Bo peeked inside—soft music was playing.

He listened for a moment. It sounded like Bandari’s “First Snow.”

When the auction ended, Wang Bo hurried to board a plane with Eva, Na Qingyang, and Dale to fly home for the New Year.

Naturally, they bought tons of things again. Good thing they had a private jet; otherwise, the checked luggage alone would be a nightmare.

Wang Bo had to charter a private jet anyway. The brute, the fat cat brothers, two parrots, and now Princess Snow Fox—all of them had to go home with him, and commercial flights would never allow so many animals.

Animals crossing borders required complicated procedures. Wang Bo had submitted everything in advance, and thanks to his special status, approval came quickly. After some disease checks at customs, they were allowed to depart.

Dale seemed down. Na Qingyang asked what was wrong. She pouted: “Little Wang can’t come home with us. It must be so sad. I really want to keep it company.”

Large predators like a liger couldn’t freely enter or leave the country. New Zealand wouldn’t let it go either. Although no one supervised Little Wang daily, it was already classified as a protected rare animal.

Eva comforted her: “It’s okay, sweetheart. Didn’t we leave the Queen with it? And Niuniu too. They’ll be happy together.”

Through the sand table, Wang Bo saw Little Wang lying sadly at the castle gate, while the Queen lovingly licked its face, trying to comfort it.

He felt sad too and told the flight attendant to play “First Snow.”

It turned out that you really shouldn’t play music on a plane. After listening to “First Snow,” once they reached Chinese airspace, they received a message: His home province’s capital city was being hit by a snowstorm—planes couldn’t land!

After urgent communication, the pilot decided to divert to the capital’s international airport instead.

Wang Bo was stunned. That was over a thousand kilometers away from his hometown, and he had even arranged for Zhong Dabao to pick him up.

Na Qingyang grew smug. He grinned, “This time going home is easy for me. No need to transfer. I’ll just have a friend pick me up.”

Wang Bo sighed, “Stop laughing, you ****. I’m in the mood to hit someone. Have your friend rent a vehicle to drive us back.”

Na Qingyang laughed. “Relax. How could I leave you stranded in the capital?”

Wang Bo hugged Eva. “I’m not alone. I have Eva with me. From now on, we’re a pair.”

Dale pouted angrily. “Why are you ignoring me again?!”

After they got off the plane, Na Qingyang had his friend arrange a vehicle. He returned and said, “It’s done—a Golden Dragon minibus.”