He will become an expensive accessory.
What Charles really needs is a skilled cook?
That's not true at all.
In New York and Paris, countless Michelin- starred chefs line up to serve him.
They can carve Wagyu beef into exquisite shapes.
Charles lost control just now because this piece of meat contained Breath of Berserk.
It's because that bowl of clear soup carries the Woodland Echo.
These laws of the wilderness filled the void left in his aging body.
Once you leave the snow and wind of Alaska.
That kind of fervor will quickly wither away.
What awaits him is only endless criticism and pandering.
Eventually, Charles will find the meat unpalatable and then kick him aside.
To break into this circle, you can't be a subordinate.
We must always maintain the right to look at each other as equals.
"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Charles."
Su Wei spoke.
His voice was steady, without the slightest tremor.
But I decline your invitation.
These words exploded in the private room.
Laurent's calf twitched.
He swayed, his back hitting the edge of the food cart.
The food cart made a soft sound.
Laurent stared incredulously at Su Wei's profile.
That's insane.
This is absolutely insane.
Rejecting such a giant in top-tier social circles is tantamount to ruining one's future.
Big shots are used to obedience; any rebellion is seen as provocation.
The bald bodyguard suddenly clenched his fists.
My palm rested on the outside of the holster, and the Velcro closure made a slight rubbing sound.
Charles's hand, which was holding the pen, froze in mid-air.
His casual demeanor vanished.
The finger bones protrude due to exertion.
The cuffs slipped down, revealing withered, thin wrists.
The age spots and blue veins on it are intertwined, creating a very dynamic look.
He narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Two pairs of eyes were fixed intently on Su Wei.
The air instantly became heavy.
Charles had seen too many elites who became so excited in front of the checkbook that they were incoherent.
Today, on this remote island.
A young man rejected him without hesitation.
This action made him feel a long-lost resistance.
Su Wei did not retreat even a step.
He was under pressure from the other person, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.
"A brown bear that survived ten years of wind and snow on the north slope."
"Its meat is full of sour and rusty flavors."
Su Wei began to speak.
Instead of explaining why he refused, he went straight to the point.
"This flavor cannot be masked by spices and cooking time alone."
"Its true essence lies in the temperature here."
"It was you who took off from Seattle, flew through the clouds, and landed in Anchorage."
"Then I transferred to a plane and arrived in Kodiak, traversing four thousand kilometers of extreme cold."
"You sit in this warm private room, yet you can hear the storm outside."
"Your body instinctively sensed a threat, which is why you felt that desire."
Su Wei paused for a moment.
"Once this piece of meat is loaded into a temperature-controlled container..."
"Return your year-round spring-like manor."
"Under those neatly trimmed sycamore trees, at a dining table covered in velvet."
"It will turn into a disgusting, inferior piece of meat."
"The comfort there will drain its wildness."
"It cannot awaken the power you possessed just now."
Without the Alaska wind, this meat is worthless.
Charles did not speak.
But the rise and fall of his chest changed, and his breathing gradually became steady.
His fingers loosened their grip on the pen slightly.
He is a pure and clever capitalist.
After a brief emotional shock, he began to re-examine his situation.
Su Wei's analysis just now has torn open the underlying psychological logic of the banquet.
He couldn't refute it; what Su Wei said was true.
That destructive urge truly only revived after setting foot on this wasteland.
If you put a tiger in a zoo, it becomes a meowing cat.
The same applies to food.
Su Wei watched Charles relax his fingers.
The simulation continues.
A gap has appeared in the enemy's defenses.
Now it's time for him to throw out his own hook.
"So, rather than sending me to Seattle as a picky cook with spoiled ingredients..."
"Why don't you move your meals to my turf from now on?"
Su Wei looked directly at his opponent and threw out his chips.
"Mr. Charles, I am not merely a cook."
"I am a licensed professional hunter in Alaska."
"Currently, I am preparing to open a high-end Wilderness Club on my private property."
"It won't have the tacky marble and gilded statues of New York clubhouses."
It only offers the most basic survival combat.
Laurent listened, stunned.
He thought that Su Wei was only doing this for the money.
He thought Su Wei simply wanted to improve his life.
But now, this young man...
In front of the wealthy, he unveiled an ambitious business blueprint.
This composed ambition even impressed Laurent.
Charles leaned heavily back in his chair.