He turned his head and looked at the stunned chef Laurent.
Laurent.
"The dishes you just saw prove that your team isn't entirely useless."
"Are you willing to cooperate with this young man and abandon the rules of traditional French cuisine?"
This demonstrates your adaptability and market acumen.
Charles raised his right hand and waved it casually.
The gesture was dismissive yet carried immense weight.
"I've voted for your Chart Room restaurant."
"My investment advisor will bring the contract to you at 10 a. m. tomorrow."
After saying that.
Charles did not linger.
The bodyguard pulled open the heavy door to the private room.
Several managers were standing in the corridor, but they hadn't had a chance to bow yet.
Charles's figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
The private room fell silent instantly.
Only Laurent's heavy breathing remained.
Laurent braced his hands on the edge of the food cart, his chest heaving violently.
He took deep breaths of air.
A cash flow crisis that had plagued him for six months.
This was a life-saving investment that he couldn't secure even after running himself ragged.
On this raging night.
Charles resolved the issue with a single sentence.
He turned his head and looked at Su Wei.
The leftover food on the table still emitted a lingering warmth.
Su Wei had his back to the crystal chandelier.
His black suit blended into the interplay of light and shadow.
He remained standing.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Long, slender fingers rested on the edge of the blank check.
Beside it was the business card that symbolized the elite circle.
The initial funding of 350,000 yuan in cash has been secured.
The piece of paper beneath his finger represents a gateway to a world of capital worth hundreds of millions.
Simply write down a number.
But this also means that the fledgling territory will be introduced by a greedy financial behemoth.
Su Wei's fingers gently traced the edge of the check.
The rustling sound of paper being rubbed together was particularly clear in the quiet private room.
He made no unnecessary movements.
He neither put the check away nor pushed it away.
The light from the chandelier shone directly down.
A sharp light refracted from Charles's jet-black signature.
The light was reflected perfectly in the center of his lowered gaze.
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$350,000, plus a gold-plated business card representing unlimited investment opportunities.
Su Wei extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and firmly held the blank check and business card.
The paper rubbed against the solid wood table, making a very faint sound.
Su Wei flipped his wrist inward, neatly folded the check, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
There was already a portion of tonight's earnings there, the paper scraps stacked together, not much thicker.
The suit jacket remains lightweight.
But beneath that thin layer of fabric, the financial reserves had undergone a qualitative leap.
The door to the private room was tightly closed.
Even after Charles and his bodyguards left, a lingering sense of tension and pressure remained in the room.
The only sound was the hissing of heat emanating from the hidden vents in the corner of the ceiling.
Laurent stood next to the food cart.
His taut legs suddenly lost their support, and his upper body fell backward uncontrollably.
His back slammed heavily against the stainless steel handrail at the edge of the food cart, making a dull thud.
The collision broke the silence in the private room.
Laurent was breathing heavily, his white shirt heaving violently with each breath.
He quickly raised his hand, grabbed the neatly tied Windsor knot around his neck, and pulled it outward forcefully.
The tie was forcibly loosened, and the top button of the shirt popped open.
The skin underneath was exposed, flushed and red from extreme tension.
Laurent then raised his hand and vigorously wiped his forehead with the back of his white-gloved hand.
The once dry fabric was immediately soaked with a layer of cold, damp sweat.
Charles exudes a kind of oppressive aura befitting a top-tier tycoon, like a tangible weight.
Now that the pressure has been removed, air can be pumped back into the lungs.
Laurent's gaze passed over the large dining table and landed on Su Wei.
The young Chinese hunter stood at the other end of the table.
The black suit jacket hem hung naturally, and the shoulders were straight.
From Charles's initial attack to the massive temptation offered, and finally to leaving blank checks.
Su Wei's tactical boots didn't shift even half an inch on the Persian carpet.
Laurent's mind began to replay the conversation in rapid succession.
He tried to switch positions to deduce the scenario.
Imagine facing a financial behemoth that decides the life or death of countless companies, a blank sheet of paper that could fill in seven figures at any time.
He would immediately agree and fly to the Seattle estate to become an expensive private chef.
However, Su Wei decisively cut off this shortcut.
In just a few minutes, they reversed the situation and turned Charles into the Wilderness Club's first paying customer.
The basic membership fee of $300,000 is an absolute astronomical sum in a remote place like Kodiak Island.
Laurent stopped loosening his tie.
He began to re-examine the young man opposite him.
This wasn't a survivor who got lucky and managed to kill the bear.
This is a trader who, even under extreme pressure, can still clearly assess the market sentiment and profit from the losses.
Laurent straightened his crooked tie and took off his white gloves.
He crumpled the gloves into a ball and threw them into the storage basket at the bottom of the food cart.
Then I took a step and walked around one corner of the table.
He strode to a position less than a meter away from Su Wei.
" Su Wei."
Laurent spoke, his French accent slightly off-key due to excitement.
"Now I've witnessed what a higher-dimensional hunt is like."
Laurent raised his right arm and pointed to the pocket on the front of Su Wei's suit.
"You not only hunted down that 450-kilogram monster."
"You just mistook Charles for your prey too."