The leather cushion made a muffled thud.
He twirled the pen between his fingers, gently tapping it on the back of his hand.
"High-end Wilderness Club."
Charles repeated the word.
"Go on, I want to hear something specific, don't try to fool me with those platitudes you give to ordinary investors."
Charles relaxed, but his mind was racing.
The concept of Su Wei successfully brought the dialogue to an equal negotiating table.
"The club's core area is one hundred acres of private land."
It is surrounded by undeveloped, pristine coniferous forests.
Su Wei began to construct that world.
His mind flashed through his territory and its untapped potential.
"Beyond the territory lies Pilan Creek, and beyond that, the pristine Emerald Lake."
Su Wei's voice was steady, without any hint of salesmanship.
"Many old-money families like to spend money to buy private hunting grounds enclosed by barbed wire."
"It's home to docile elk, and equipped with off-road vehicles and a medical team."
"My club will never have that kind of childish game."
What you will experience here is the true law of the wilderness.
Su Wei crossed his arms in front of him.
"If you are interested in today's male bear."
"Next time, you can participate in every aspect of the hunt yourself."
"I will provide top-of-the-line off-road equipment."
"Including snowmobiles and heavily upgraded pickup trucks."
"I will personally guide you through the blizzard where the temperature drops to minus thirty degrees Celsius."
His greatest confidence comes from using the Hunting Module to lock onto footprints.
"Until a trace is found on the ice cliff, it will be you who pulls the trigger."
Charles's breathing became heavier.
He recalled the scene described by Su Wei.
Lying on the ice for hours, locking onto that king of beasts.
He felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.
"When the beast was pierced by a bullet, it fell to the ground in the snow."
"At the moment when the heart was still beating faintly."
Su Wei continued to unfold the scene.
"I will perform a brutal dissection on the spot."
"You can take off your gloves and touch its hot internal organs yourself."
"Feel that thick layer of fat."
"Then, we don't need refrigerated transport vehicles."
"Amidst the swirling snow, a bonfire was lit on the spot."
"Using primitive flint and dry branches."
"Throw the still-twitching tenderloin directly into the flames to sear."
"That smell, a mixture of snowmelt, gunpowder smoke, and ash, is its perfect resting place."
Su Wei stopped talking.
Let these scenes ferment in Charles's mind.
Moreover, the Su Wei could provide far more than just shooting.
"Besides hunting, there are also huge schools of wild fish at the Emerald Lake."
"During the ice fishing season, we will break through the thick ice."
The Fishing Module makes it impossible for fish to hide underwater.
"You can personally pull up a king salmon weighing tens of pounds."
"The moment it emerges from the water, it's sliced into sashimi on the ice."
"Served with jam made from blackberries we found in the woods."
"No artificial seasonings added."
"Mr. Charles, this is a true privilege."
Su Wei concluded his narration by uttering the most weighty word.
"It's a privilege that money can never buy in the city."
privilege.
For those at the pinnacle of wealth, these two words represent their sole pursuit.
They possessed everything that could be mass-produced.
Sports cars and yachts are just numbers to them.
What they crave is an experience that cannot be replicated.
It is the right to possess the wildest power.
It's to prove that you still have control over life and death.
The private room fell silent once again.
Charles leaned back on the sofa, motionless.
Gradually, a dull tremor emanated from his chest.
"Oh..."
The vibrations became stronger and stronger, and the sound became clearer.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Charles suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
His laughter was loud and clear, and he abandoned his previous rigid manner.
He raised his right arm and slapped it twice on the table.
Snap! Snap!
The tabletop shook, and the plates made a clattering sound.
"What an irreplaceable privilege! What a chance to confront life and death!"
Charles smiled, his eyes reddening, and nodded repeatedly.
"Kid, you're not only a top-tier hunter, but also a master of psychological warfare."
"You know exactly what's going on with the greed and boredom of us old folks."
"You won, you convinced me."
Seattle doesn't deserve this flavor.
Charles suddenly leaned forward.
He pulled the checkbook to his front with his left hand.
He popped the pen cap off with his right hand and tossed it casually onto the carpet.
He held the pen, pressing the nib heavily onto the blank check.
Rustling sounds.
The pen glides swiftly across the paper, making a sharp sound and producing strong, forceful strokes.
Without pausing, he wrote down a long string of numbers and then signed his name.
Sizzle.
He gripped the edge of the check and tore it off.
The sound of paper tearing was extremely crisp.
Charles flicked his wrist, sending the piece of paper sliding down the table toward Su Wei.
"This meal cost far more than Laurent originally quoted me."
Charles spoke, his voice filled with hearty enthusiasm.