Su Wei turned around, his tone calm.
The exam is over. Now they are no longer examiner and examinee, but equal colleagues—although their levels are vastly different.
Even about that pregnant doe?
Black emerged from the shadows.
His leather boots clicked crisply on the marble floor.
Each step was heavy, carrying a sense of pressure.
Su Wei frowned.
Poachers.
Aruk had mentioned this before the assessment.
The brutal killing of a doe about to give birth is an absolute taboo in the hunting community.
He violated the most important hunter's code and lacked the qualities a hunter should possess.
But what does that have to do with him?
That's the job of the Fish and Game Department's enforcement team.
"I'm just a newbie, a level one, who just got my license."
Su Wei shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help her.
"Tracking down criminals is your job. I don't even have a decent weapon, just a borrowed rifle."
I have a gun.
Black walked up to Su Wei, and the distance between them was less than half a meter.
Su Wei could smell an even stronger tobacco scent on Black, as well as that dangerous aura that came from being immersed in the wilderness for so long.
"I also have bullets, an off-road vehicle, and law enforcement authority."
Black stared into Su Wei's eyes.
The way he looked at Su Wei wasn't like he was looking at a newcomer; it was more like he was examining a useful tool.
But I'm missing a pair of eyes.
"Eyes that can distinguish which of hundreds of messy footprints belongs to that bastard."
Black reached out and straightened Su Wei's slightly rolled-up collar.
The movements were not gentle; they were more like a form of control.
"Your ability to trace handprints in the snow valley is a talent, Su Wei; you can't learn that from books."
"While I could do it too, to be honest, it would take much longer."
Black spoke calmly, glancing up at Su Wei.
"Besides, I rely on decades of experience. But you don't, Su Wei. You have great talent."
"That poacher is cunning. He used the blizzard to cover his tracks, and our tracking dogs lost their sense of smell halfway up the mountain. Those incompetent law enforcement officers are now wandering aimlessly through the mountains like headless flies."
Su Wei took half a step back, avoiding Black's hand.
"That sounds dangerous, and there's no pay."
A reward of five thousand US dollars.
Black gave a number.
Su Wei remained silent.
Five thousand US dollars.
For him at this point, it's a pretty good reward.
It's not a small amount of money; you could even buy yourself a used Remington rifle.
But he didn't agree immediately. Such a windfall often hides a trap.
What's more, what he needs now is a lot of money.
Those Roosevelt deer are still waiting for him.
For him, that was the only hope of paying off his debts.
"Not enough," Su Wei said.
Black smiled.
That was the first time Su Wei had ever seen this " Old Devil " smile.
His lips twitched, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, making him look both ferocious and strangely admiring.
"Plus, a favor."
Black held up one finger.
"From now on, the guild's cut of all the game you sell on Kodiak Island will be halved. This is my decision."
Su Wei's heart skipped a beat.
Guilds typically take a 10% cut.
If it's halved, that's five percent.
For him, who was determined to pay off his 160,000 debt through hunting, this was not just saving money, it was practically giving him money.
Su Wei remained silent for a moment, quickly calculating the risks and rewards in his mind.
Do I have the right to refuse?
You can refuse.
Black withdrew his hand, put his sunglasses back on, and concealed all his emotions.
"But then you'd just be an ordinary hunter. I'm looking for a partner who can stand at the top of the food chain."
He took a business card out of his pocket and stuffed it into Su Wei's shirt pocket, right next to the hunter's license he had just received.
"Meet here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Black did not wait for Su Wei's reply.
He turned and walked deeper into the office, his back ramrod straight, like a gun ready to fire at any moment.
Don't be late. You know I hate people who are late.
Su Wei stood there, his fingers touching the stiff business card in his pocket.
The wind and snow outside the hall were still raging, howling sharply.
The wind and snow howled, but Su Wei seemed to hear something else.
Money, and prey.
He tightened his collar, pushed open the door, and plunged into the long, dark night.
The choice was simple; he decided to do it.
This will save him a lot of money.
As for Old Jack?
He was ultimately just a middleman, operating in the gray area.
Once Su Wei has too many prey, then Old Jack will have a hard time devouring them.
He's just a person, and his size is limited.
It has too many limitations.
Expanding into a new channel is not a bad thing, especially when it's an official one.
It represents the most orthodox and safest channel.
The income is therefore the most reasonable and compliant.
The most crucial point is that the hunted prey can only be sold to the Hunters' Guild.
This will accumulate points for his professional hunter certificate, allowing him to upgrade and gain more privileges later.
For all these reasons, Su Wei had no way to refuse.
Moreover, he gave way too much.
Roosevelt, like a madman, Su Wei also had other ideas.
Chapter 77 The Seafood Market After the Blizzard, The Best Rent
The wind and snow raged through the streets, scattering the glow of the streetlights.
Su Wei straddled the assembled snowmobile, and the engine emitted a muffled roar.
He didn't rush to twist the accelerator; instead, he pressed his hand against his chest pocket through his glove.
There were two things there: a newly issued professional hunter's license and a business card from the Fish and Game Department examiner.
He put on his windproof goggles, and everything in front of him turned amber.