"120,000. Profit split 20/80."
Silas ' pen drew a clean line across the paper.
" Su Wei Weiyang, 20%, 24,000 US dollars."
He counted out two and a half bundles of money from the pile and pushed them to the edge of the chopping board.
"The remaining $96,000 will be split equally among Black, Old Kash, Aruk, $32,000 each."
Silas put down his pen and looked at everyone.
Cash or bank transfer?
Black spoke first, his voice cold and hard.
"Transfer. Same as usual."
Old Kash tapped his pipe.
"I'll transfer the money too. I don't feel safe carrying so much cash at night at my age."
It was Aruk's turn.
The burly man stared at the three piles of banknotes that belonged to him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
I want cash.
Aruk shouted, then realized he'd made too loud a sound, shrank back, and chuckled.
"Give me two thousand in cash, and I'll transfer the rest. I need to get a new motor for my little boat, and I'll use the rest to buy my mom a decent scarf."
Silas nodded, then looked at Su Wei.
"And you, kid?"
Su Wei looked at the pile of money that belonged to him.
Twenty-four thousand US dollars.
In addition to that priceless bear skin and skull.
The gains from this trip far exceeded the total he had made working in the city over the past three years.
But he didn't lose his composure like Aruk.
Surviving in the wilderness taught him self-control.
This restraint applies not only to food and water, but also to desires.
"Transfer."
Su Wei took out the black bank card and slid it across the stainless steel tabletop.
"All."
Silas took the card, skillfully tucked it between his fingers, and turned to walk towards the old-fashioned, bulky CRT computer in the corner.
The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the empty cold storage room.
A few minutes later.
"Drop."
Su Wei's phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took out his phone, and the screen lit up.
It was a text message from the bank.
[Your account ending in 8899 has completed a transfer transaction for $24,000.00. Current balance: $3,025,420.00]
Su Wei stared at that number.
The 3 million was his parents' compensation money, which they used to buy equipment, snowmobiles, and the remaining money from the Raptor.
The additional 24,000 was earned by him with the gun in his hand and by his comrades.
He put away his phone and exhaled a long puff of white air.
"Alright, the important business is done."
Silas closed the ledger, his single eye sweeping over the other pile of money isolated on the chopping board.
There are still four thousand three hundred yuan left.
That was the small change that was just rounded down.
The atmosphere in the cold storage suddenly became somewhat awkward.
Aruk looked at the pile of money, then at Su Wei, and suddenly took a step forward.
"Give this money to Su Wei."
Aruk's loud voice broke the silence.
He scratched the back of his head, glanced at Black somewhat embarrassedly, afraid of being scolded, but still forced himself to continue.
"If Su Wei hadn't done that last thing, we might all be lying there. Twenty percent... to be honest, that's a bit low. Giving him this change will round it up."
Old Kash put the pipe back in his mouth, didn't light it, and just gave a muffled reply.
"I have no objection."
Black raised an eyebrow.
The stern old hunter's gaze swept between Su Wei and Aruk, and finally, his lips twitched slightly.
That's your problem.
He turned around, his back to the crowd, which could be considered tacit consent.
Su Wei looked at the scattered four thousand three hundred US dollars.
Four thousand three hundred dollars.
In Kodiak Town, this is enough for an average family's expenses for two months.
He stepped forward and extended his hand.
Aruk grinned foolishly, thinking Su Wei was going to accept it.
But Su Wei didn't put the money in his pocket; instead, he gathered it together and grabbed it.
I won't take this money.
Su Wei turned around, held up the wad of banknotes, and waved them at the crowd.
"Neither is it different."
Everyone was stunned.
Silas stopped wiping the cutting board and watched the scene with great interest.
This is our first group hunt at Eagle Beak Cliff.
Su Wei's voice echoed in the cold storage, not loud, but very clear.
"We came back alive, and we even took down the King of the Island. For something like this, just dividing the money isn't enough."
He looked at Aruk, then at Old Kash and Black.
"This four thousand three hundred yuan is our celebration banquet fund."
Su Wei smiled; it was a genuine, relaxed smile.
"Not just this time. From now on, whenever anyone has a family emergency, a meal together, or drinks, it will all be covered by this money. Until it's all gone."
"Tomorrow night, at the Old Captain Seafood Restaurant in town. King crab, venison steak, order whatever you like. It's on me, but the money comes from everyone."
There was a two-second silence in the cold storage.
Then erupted a cheer powerful enough to shake the frost off the ceiling.
I knew it.
Aruk suddenly rushed over and grabbed Su Wei, hugging him so tightly it was as if he wanted to break his ribs.
"I knew you were particular. King crab. Damn it, I haven't eaten that stuff in half a year. I'm going to eat two. No, three."
Old Kash's wrinkled face finally relaxed.
He took the lighter and lit his pipe.
Pale blue smoke rose, obscuring his slightly reddened eyes.
"Good idea."
The old hunter exhaled a smoke ring.
"This money was well spent."
Although Black didn't speak, his movement of adjusting his collar was noticeably a beat slower. He turned to look at Silas.
"Come tomorrow at five o'clock."
Silas paused for a moment, pointed to his nose, and then to his empty sleeve.
"I?"