HLM – Chapter 969 The Māori Invasion

Wang Bo trusted Bartier. Since Bartier had helped investigate Ahmed and learned that the man disliked bargaining and preferred stating his bottom-line price directly, Wang Bo no longer tried to push for more and simply accepted Ahmed’s offer.

Of course, the main reason was that he was extremely satisfied with the price!

Simmental, Brahman, Australian Shorthorn, and Angus—these four medium-sized beef cattle breeds were priced at one million NZD per breeding bull.

In addition, Charolais and Limousin—the two extra-large breeds—were 1.5 million NZD per breeding bull.

They needed 100 bulls of each breed, which made it a 600 million NZD project!

But the real cost lay with the high-quality cows. They had to come with calves, and the price would be half that of the bulls. The demand for each group was also over a hundred head.

Which meant that if he could supply these premium cows, Wang Bo could earn three billion NZD!

The numbers were terrifying—proof of just how wealthy Saudi Arabia was. Just to establish a cattle ranch, they were going to spend 3.6 billion NZD purchasing cattle alone!

Peterson told Wang Bo, “This is nothing, boss. Don’t be shocked. Do you know how much Safi Farm spent back then to purchase dairy cows? 500 million USD! And that was half a century ago! Five hundred million dollars from fifty years ago!”

Wang Bo was convinced—rich people were truly reckless.

However, the cattle wouldn’t be delivered all at once. Their ranch was still under construction, so the cattle would be transported in multiple batches. If problems arose, both sides could terminate the contract.

If everything went smoothly, the contract would run for five years.

For this purpose, Saudi Arabia planned to build an airport in Sunset Town specifically for transporting the cattle.

This was only the first phase. The second phase involved purchasing premium meat goats and sheep.

When Wang Bo returned, besides delivering a huge amount of honey to Ahmed, he also sent large quantities of cashmere and alpaca wool for them to analyze and assess their value.

Raising sheep was mainly for wool production.

Wang Bo had great confidence in his wool supply, especially alpaca wool. He never sold it—the yield was low, and all of it was used internally.

Alpaca wool was extremely warm. In winter, cowboys only needed a thermal layer and an alpaca sweater to work outdoors.

After sending off the Middle Eastern tycoons, Wang Bo gazed over the ranch and sighed, “Damn… forget gold mines. This ranch is the real treasure!”

He didn’t covet gold mines—others did.

Time passed into March. Wang Bo was preparing for the annual garage clearance festival when, one morning, Atulu rushed in:

“Boss, tourists have been attacked—up at the gold mine. Several tourists were assaulted!”

Wang Bo was shocked. “What happened?”

“Māori appeared on the mountain! Damn it—they must’ve snuck into the mine overnight. Then when tourists climbed up this morning to pick rocks, they were attacked!” Atulu said.

“Māori?”

“Yes, I suspect they’re mountain Māori. Remember those bastards we encountered the year before last? What were they called again? It must be them!” Atulu said angrily.

“Black Mountain Wolves or something?” Wang Bo recalled.

Atulu nodded quickly. “Yes! That’s the one!”

Wang Bo opened the surveillance map. Though Ahmed’s group had left, Saudi Arabia still needed their data, so he had been busy and neglected monitoring Sunset Town.

One look, and his expression hardened.

A large number of Māori had appeared around the gold mine—men, women, elderly, and children. They were cutting trees, building shelters, and even setting up defensive lines. Clearly, they planned to settle long-term.

He roughly estimated that the tribe had at least 200 people!

Multiple tourists had been injured, and some were being held captive—this was a serious matter. Wang Bo left Conely at the police station to handle communications, then took a team up the mountain.

Coincidentally, the Thai fighter Khunchai was drinking morning tea in town, so Wang Bo brought him along—if a fight broke out, Khunchai alone could handle dozens.

Li Xing, who was organizing the Sunset Military Training Camp, was also called in. All the reliable forces in town needed to be mobilized.

The gold-mine mountains were a major tourist attraction, receiving at least a thousand visitors daily. Today, the number was even higher—just the Māori added two hundred.

When the police vehicles reached the foot of the mountain, a crowd of tourists waited nervously. The ambulance had arrived earlier, and medical workers were disinfecting wounds on two teenage boys.

When they saw Wang Bo, the townspeople felt like they’d found their pillar of support and surrounded him:

“Mayor, what’s going on? Where did those bastards come from?”

“Little York’s head was split open! They attacked children—they must be punished!”

“They’re maniacs! They disgrace all Māori! Mayor, if you’re going to deal with them, count me in!”

Wang Bo raised his hand and said sternly:

“Everyone—residents and tourists—please calm down! Sunset Town is a friendly place. I promise that I will give you all an explanation!”

“Trust the mayor!” a burly man with a bandaged forehead shouted.

Wang Bo nodded firmly. “Atulu, come with me. Let’s go talk to them—figure out what’s going on.”

Atulu said, “Boss, you know I’m usually timid, but this time it’s not fear—there’s nothing to ask. I know these guys. They want to seize the gold mine!”

Wang Bo replied, “We still need to talk. We can’t just start a fight right away.”

“Bring Zhuang Ding,” Atulu insisted. “Trust me, boss—bringing them is the right move.”

Wang Bo nodded. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe negotiations and goodwill could solve everything.

He had dealt with the mountain Māori before—they were violent, ferocious, and had to be subdued with force. Only then would they behave.

But he couldn’t use violence immediately—he wasn’t a gangster fighting for territory. He was the mayor.

When he and Atulu prepared to climb the mountain, some townspeople blocked him:

“We feel the same as Officer Atulu, Mayor. There’s nothing to discuss with these people. They didn’t come with goodwill!”

Wang Bo patted one man’s shoulder. “Perhaps. But I’ll go give them an ultimatum—demand an apology, compensation, surrender of the attackers. And isn’t someone still being held by them?”

“Uh… maybe?” Several people looked uncertain. The detained ones were tourists, not townsfolk, so they weren’t sure.

Wang Bo insisted on climbing the mountain. The watching townspeople and tourists applauded. Many gave him thumbs-up.

“A brave man!” they shouted.