Chapter 142 New Sea Fishing Gear and Starlink (Please Subscribe)
Six o'clock in the morning.
The pale light, unique to the polar regions, laboriously cut through the gap in the curtains and fell on Su Wei's face.
Without an alarm clock, his biological clock wakes him up precisely on time.
Inside the blankets, a warm little thing was rising and falling against his ribs.
Cotton Candy buried its head under Su Wei's armpit, making soft, contented purring sounds.
Su Wei opened her eyes, staring at the old wooden ceiling stained with water, but didn't rush to get out of bed.
The moment my brain activated, the conversation I had with Matt yesterday resurfaced in my mind.
Thirty million US dollars.
This was the price he had been dreaming of.
Su Wei closed his eyes, and the manor that still only existed on paper reappeared in his mind: a glass greenhouse garden, where even if blizzards raged outside, hydrangeas would still bloom and lemon trees would still bear fruit inside; it would have its own power supply, no longer subject to grid failures; and there would be a museum, filled with his glory of conquering the Arctic...
That was his ideal estate.
Now, the three million in his account is clearly insufficient to support his ideals.
But today is clearly not the time to think about these things.
He needs to go to town to buy equipment for his upcoming sea fishing trip.
It's time to relax.
"Call..."
Su Wei let out a long breath and threw off the heavy down comforter.
The cold air instantly enveloped my body, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.
The Cotton Candy, having lost its heat source, grumbled in dissatisfaction and quickly curled itself into a tight ball of fluff, its large, bushy tail covering its black nose.
"Get up, you sleepyhead. We still have debts to pay."
Su Wei reached out and gave its soft fur a good rub before getting out of bed.
My feet groaned softly on the old floor, and the coolness traveled up my spine, dispelling the last vestiges of sleepiness.
Wash up, boil water, fry eggs.
His movements were mechanically precise, without a single unnecessary step.
"Sizzle"
The eggs turned golden brown around the edges in the cast iron pan, and the rich aroma of coffee began to fill the small kitchen.
Su Wei carried the thick-walled mug, the kind you can only find at flea markets, and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the world was a white expanse. In the distance, the Pillar Mountain was shrouded in mist, with only a few black spruce trees piercing the white snow.
This is Alaska.
Beautiful, yet cruel.
"Buzz"
The phone on the wooden dining table suddenly started vibrating wildly, breaking the silence in the room.
A name flashed on the screen: Aruk.
Su Wei's lips curled up slightly.
This guy is always full of energy.
The call was connected.
"Hey, my brother. The sun's practically baking your ass, and you're still incubating eggs in that musty-smelling cabin?"
Aruk's signature booming voice rang out through the receiver, accompanied by the sounds of wind, waves crashing against the ship's side, and seagulls.
Even through the radio waves, Su Wei could almost smell the salty, fishy scent of the sea in that voice.
He moved his phone a little further away and glanced helplessly at the wall clock.
"It's only eight in the morning, Aruk. If you call this noon, you must be living on Martian time."
"Eight o'clock. That's like the climax of a strip club's evening session."
Aruk's voice sounded very excited.
"Listen, buddy. My boat's full tank of gas, and I've got a brand new Yamaha four-stroke outboard motor—it's got real power. I've also got a full thirty freshly repaired crab traps ready."
At this point, Aruk lowered his voice, his tone full of seduction.
"The rock crabs are so fat right now. And real men should go fishing at sea! If you miss this season, you'll only be able to buy frozen crab legs at the supermarket."
Su Wei took a sip of coffee; the scalding liquid slid down his esophagus, exploding into a warm sensation in his stomach.
Crab catching and fishing.
This is not only an enticing offer, but also a signal of immense financial potential.
These past few days he's been on edge, dealing with corpses in Old Hope's studio and worrying about the estate's budget late at night.
The brain definitely needs a change of pace, it needs a little stimulation.
More importantly, there's the Fishing Module that's stuck at level 1.
Since the future plan includes a high-end fishing club, how can the owner convince savvy wealthy people to spend tens of thousands of dollars to experience it if he himself has never even caught a decent deep-sea giant?
Go out to sea for a breath of fresh air, and maybe give your modules some experience. If you manage to catch a few top-tier fish, that's pure profit.
"Okay, but I need to go to town first. A skilled craftsman must first have the right tools."
Su Wei made a decision.
"That's fantastic. I knew you had the blood of a hunter flowing in your veins, even if it's prey from the sea."
Aruk shouted from the other end.
"Remember to bring your intimidating-looking hunting knife. You don't need it at sea, but it's a man's romance. I'll be waiting for you at the dock, berth C14. See you there!"
The call ended.
Su Wei put down his cup, forked the fried egg from the plate, and swallowed it in several large bites.
Since we're going, we need to be fully prepared.
In the past, when we didn't have much money, we could only use cobbled-together, tattered equipment, and we even had to worry about the fishing line breaking at a crucial moment.
Now that we have the financial means, we should arm ourselves to the teeth, within reasonable limits.
Su Wei changed into her thick polar cold-weather suit, filled Cotton Candy's automatic feeder with pet food, and threw a bunch of chewable toys all over the floor.
"Keep an eye on the house, I'll bring you fresh fish when I get back."
He pushed open the door and stepped out.
The crisp, cold air hit me, instantly invigorating me.
The black Raptor pickup truck lay quietly in the snow, its body covered with a thin layer of white frost.
Su Wei opened the car door and started the engine.
The engine let out a deep roar, and a thick cloud of white smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.
Destination: Kodiak Town.
Old Charlie's Guns and Outdoors Shop.
This shop is a legend in Kodiak Town; it's said that Old Charlie once scared away a brown bear with a revolver when he was young—although most people think he was just bragging when he was drunk.
The shop was small, the window glass was a bit dusty, and inside hung a few faded photos of hunters and an old-fashioned rifle.
But pushing open that heavy wooden door adorned with bells reveals a completely different world inside.
On the left is the firearms section, which has a full range of Glock pistols and large-caliber Remington shotguns.
The air was filled with the mixed smells of gun oil and leather, with a hint of gunpowder.
The right side is a fisherman's paradise.
The entire wall was densely packed with fishing rods, including all kinds of stream rods and deep-sea boat rods.
Inside the glass display case, various types of cord reels gleamed with a metallic sheen under the spotlights.
When Su Wei pushed open the door, there were only two old men in the corner of the shop, smoking and chatting about the recent terrible weather.
Upon seeing Su Wei enter, one of the bald old men looked up.
"Hey, Su Wei. What a rare guest."
It was the shop owner Old Charlie. He exhaled a smoke ring, his voice hoarse.
"If you're looking for Black, that old drunkard's gone into the mountains, probably arguing with some unfortunate reindeer."
Su Wei shook his head and walked straight to the fishing gear section on the right, his gaze not lingering on the pile of ordinary goods.
I'm here to buy something.