In addition, he didn't want to go through all that trouble; it would be best to get it done in one go.
Although he can't get it all done at once right now.
But at least the hard furnishings of the exhibition hall are acceptable; as for the interior furnishings...
In fact, Su Wei already had his own ideas.
Besides, the advanced ventilation features that we've forgone can be added back later when we're making more money; it won't be too much of a hassle.
On the other hand, there are practical problems.
It's winter now, so even if Su Wei really had tens of millions, he couldn't start construction.
The ideal time would be next spring or early summer.
That will be the best time to start large-scale construction.
During this time, Su Wei was confident that he could gradually make money.
As for the road?
He certainly didn't want it to remain that dirt road. Once summer came and the temperature rose, it would turn into a muddy mess.
How important is road construction? No one in the world understands it better than the Huaxia.
"I only need you to guarantee one thing: the quality must be top-notch. I don't want my exhibition hall to have problems one day."
"Furthermore, I hope to complete the project within two months. Aside from the necessary road construction costs, I hope to ultimately keep the total cost of my museum around one million."
A gasp came from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of papers turning over.
"No problem, Mr. Su."
Matt's voice became slightly distorted due to excessive excitement.
"As long as the funding is in place, the Polar Strong Shield can provide a greenhouse for even God. I'll immediately arrange for the design team to produce detailed blueprints and discuss new construction plans."
"I'm looking forward to it, Matt."
Su Wei hung up the phone.
A manor worth 30 million.
For a split second just now, his heart did indeed skip two beats.
The wind and snow were still howling outside the car window.
Su Wei turned on the stereo and randomly selected a country rock song.
I pressed the accelerator, and the roar of the engine drowned out the sound of the wind and snow.
He needs to figure out how to make money.
Prepare for your grand plan.
Chapter 141 Birch Syrup and the Initial Planning of High-End Fishing and Hunting Guides
Construction of the exhibition hall has officially begun.
The pressure of spending 30 million to build his own manor also began to surface in Su Wei's mind.
Su Wei knew, of course, that the 30 million was because he wanted to create a top-tier, all-encompassing estate.
If we lower the standards slightly, then lower them even further.
For example, take his log cabin as a standard; it's the most common type of wooden "villa" in the Alaska wilderness.
Three million dollars is more than enough.
But he refused.
He didn't want to live like he did now, in an old wooden house.
Instead, it's about living in a high-end manor with ample water and electricity, smooth internet access, and complete living facilities.
What he wanted to do was not simply become a small landlord.
Rather, it's about truly prioritizing quality of life, allowing oneself to enjoy the tranquility of fishing in the river during the summer and the comfort of watching the snow fall while enjoying the warmth of a heated villa in the winter.
Therefore, he is not very willing to compromise.
Even so, money remains a barrier.
But it can still be overcome.
Su Wei still had this confidence in himself.
This land is the source of his confidence.
He already had several rough plans in mind, but he still needed to think them through carefully.
As for the exhibition hall.
That was the palace prepared for those legendary spoils of war in the future; it was his honor, and also a stake he had planted in this icy wasteland.
Su Wei glanced at the phone on the passenger seat; the screen was black, reflecting the dim light of the car's overhead reading light.
Including current expenses, more than half of my savings have already been used up.
Relying solely on hunting isn't very realistic, is it?
Even if a top-quality pelt sells for $50,000, after deducting high taxes, fuel costs, expensive ammunition, and the time required, how much net profit can be made?
Moreover, top-quality prey is extremely rare and hard to come by.
Like that brown bear king and the crowned deer, they were blessed by God, or even risked their lives for it.
You can't rely on luck to get by.
Su Wei slammed on the accelerator, the engine roared to life, and the Raptor sped off, leaving a trail of black smoke on the snow as it hurtled toward the distant Pillar Mountain.
We must develop industries and generate sustainable cash flow.
Only a continuous flow of water can support his ideas.
He wants to have more ways to make money.
Half an hour later.
The Raptor, carrying the chill of the wilderness, charged domineeringly onto the gravel road of its territory.
The beams of the car headlights cleaved through the darkness, sweeping across the bare birch forest along the roadside.
To the average person, it was just a dead tree.
But in Su Wei's view, those sticks stuck in the ground were clearly rolled-up US dollars.
The light blue notification box for the [ Gathering Module ] is flashing slightly in the field of view.
[Birch forest (trees 40-50 years old): At the end of its dormancy period, the peak sugar content of the sap is approaching (estimated countdown: 118 days).]
There are about three months left.
Early spring is the key.
Su Wei brought the car to a stop and turned off the engine.
"Awoo~~~"
A drawn-out, childish cry instantly broke the silence, the voice revealing obvious grievance and urgency.
By the dim light of the motion-sensor light at the garage entrance, Su Wei saw a ball of snow-white fur anxiously circling in the porch.
The thin layer of snow on the wooden floor was marked with several messy little footprints, clearly indicating that the little guy had been running around here.
Su Wei pushed open the car door, and the cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, blew into his neck, raising goosebumps.
He shrank back and quickly walked up the steps.
As soon as it stood still, Cotton Candy pounced on it, its two front paws gripping Su Wei's overalls trousers tightly. Its cool, wet little nose sniffed hard at his boots, as if trying to confirm whether its owner had brought back any strange smells.
"Stop smelling it, it smells like a specimen collection workshop."
Su Wei smiled indulgently, bent down, and picked up the slightly heavy Arctic fox with one hand.
The little guy lightened up and slipped under Su Wei's armpit, its big tail stroking Su Wei's hand affectionately.
With his other hand, he took out the key and turned the key to open the door.
The room still retained the warmth from when I left that morning, but it was still a bit chilly for someone who had just stepped out of the heated car.
The fire in the fireplace had long since gone out, leaving only a pile of gray embers.
Su Wei placed the Cotton Candy on the sofa, took off her work jacket, which was covered in the smell of engine oil and the chill of the air, and casually tossed it into the laundry basket.
The first thing to do is start a fire.
He knelt down in front of the fireplace, lit a match, and stuffed in several pieces of oily birch bark.
The match was struck and lit with a "hiss".
The orange flames licked the tree bark, crackling and popping.
Soon, the dried pine wood was ignited, and warm, flickering light filled the living room again, making the room cozy.
Cotton Candy immediately abandoned the sofa, jumped down, and claimed the spot on the wool rug in front of the fireplace. She curled up, her eyes comfortably squinted into slits, and she even made soft snoring sounds.
Su Wei went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, and then poured half a can of premium baby fox food called " Polar Feast " into Cotton Candy's food bowl—this stuff is more expensive than beef.