"And you successfully captured him."
Su Wei put his hands into his suit trouser pockets and shifted his weight backward.
"Mr. Charles simply found the optimal solution that met his current needs."
Su Wei calmly stated.
He needs to buy back his lost vitality and drive.
"I happen to be able to provide the most primal stimulation; it's a fair business exchange."
There's no boasting involved.
Su Wei's expressionless face completely shattered Laurent's pride as a Michelin- starred chef.
"Here is your appearance fee."
Laurent turned around, strode quickly to the mahogany sideboard in the corner of the private room, and pulled open the top drawer.
He took out a custom-made checkbook with the gold letterhead of the Chart Room Restaurant printed on it.
Then he pulled out a Montblanc pen from his breast pocket.
Laurent leaned down, his forearm resting on the counter, the pen tip gliding rapidly across the paper.
20000.00.
A clear US dollar symbol was added before this string of numbers.
Finally, sign your initials in cursive script in the bottom right corner.
With a ripping sound.
Laurent tore off the check, walked back to Su Wei, and handed it to him with both hands.
"Twenty thousand US dollars."
"This is the price we initially agreed upon."
Laurent added.
"Frankly speaking, compared to the 350,000 you just earned, this amount seems insignificant, even somewhat meager."
Su Wei extended his right hand, caught one corner of the check, and steadily took it.
Every penny earned through labor must be paid out.
This is the foundation for maintaining commercial credit.
Su Wei put the check for 20,000 into another suit pocket.
Tonight's cash flow has accumulated to $370,000.
This is not just a number; it is the absolute support for purchasing more powerful firepower and expanding territorial infrastructure.
With this money, he was one step closer to his manor plan.
"That's not all."
Laurent straightened up and put his hands on his hips.
He turned his head and pointed to the mess of leftover food on the table.
The broth at the bottom of the pressure cooker had been drunk dry, and only a bone with teeth marks remained of the huge tomahawk bear steak.
All the conditions I promised you before will stand, and I can even add more.
Laurent turned his gaze back.
"Tomorrow morning, Charles's investment team will come to me with the funds to sign the contract, and the Chart Room's cash flow problem will be solved."
"No matter what rare ingredients you hunt in the snowstorm in the future."
"If you handle it yourself, Chart Room must be the first buyer, and I will offer the highest price ever seen in the entire Alaska restaurant industry."
Laurent's business acumen was fully activated.
With an endorsement from a billionaire like Charles, Chart Room Restaurant could easily become a sensation among North America high-end diners within a week.
His restaurant, however, clearly did not convince Charles.
The key to this is the Su Wei.
By establishing a good relationship with the Su Wei, one can essentially establish a good relationship with Charles.
If there is a higher-level banquet in the future.
It requires not only high-quality ingredients, but also a suitable chef.
Today's performance speaks for itself.
At that time, by requesting Su Wei's help, at least we will have a channel to obtain a quote.
"As long as the price is right."
Su Wei nodded in response.
The Hunters' Guild's trading hall is subject to official quota pricing.
By directly connecting with high-end restaurants in Laurent and eliminating the middleman's markup, profits can be doubled.
The alliance of interests was welded shut at this moment.
Su Wei turned his head and glanced at the vintage wall clock hanging on the wall.
The brass hands pointed to 9:15 PM.
The sound of the storm outside the window had subsided somewhat, but the temperature in Kodiak Town was still dropping overnight.
In the Polar Territory, the Cotton Candy is huddled in front of the fireplace waiting to be fed, and the firewood for heating the cabin also needs to be replenished.
"It was a pleasure working with you today."
"Chef Laurent, I should return to my territory."
Su Wei strode around the high-backed chair and headed towards the exit of the private room.
" Su Wei! Wait a minute."
Laurent raised his voice.
He took a large step forward with his right leg, blocking Su Wei's path.
Su Wei stopped in his tracks, his toes pointing directly at Laurent's shoes.
Laurent's posture was extremely stiff.
He raised his hands, rubbed the backs of his hands together, and shuffled his feet slightly on the carpet.
Laurent swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly under the light.
"That..."
Laurent uttered a syllable and paused for two seconds.
He turned to look at the other side of the long dining table.
The original French meal options were displayed there.
The blue lobster and Brittany Wagyu beef, completely cooled in the bone china dish, were covered with a layer of white, solidified fat.
Laurent suddenly turned his head.
"What you just mentioned to Mr. Charles."
Laurent quickened his pace.
"A concept for an upscale Wilderness Club."
"Build a base on the edge of a primeval coniferous forest."
"Barbecuing meat in a blizzard."
"It's really being implemented, right?"
"More than just a bargaining chip?"
"Infrastructure development in the territory is underway."
Su Wei gave a straightforward answer.
"The two-kilometer gravel road and the 500-square-meter concrete foundation were completed by noon, and the $500,000 project payment has been deposited into the contractor's account."
Upon hearing this, Laurent slapped his outer thighs hard with both arms.
It made a crisp snapping sound.
What do you think of me?
Laurent leaned his upper body forward dramatically.
"What are you looking at?"
Su Wei countered with a question.
Count me in!
Laurent abandoned the chef's restraint.