At the time, it seemed like a huge sum of money.
Now that I think about it carefully, if one day all 100 seats are actually filled, it won't just be a matter of tens of millions in membership fees.
A mere 300,000 yuan for a ticket to this circle? It's practically a charity offer.
"That was too hasty."
Su Wei muttered something softly.
But soon, he felt relieved.
The Throne of the North now consists of nothing but the skeleton of this drafty exhibition hall and a slightly chubby fox.
Charles was willing to pay for the experience of the future, to pay for his Cooking and hunting skills.
If you want to raise prices, the hardware must keep up.
Su Wei continued listing things on the paper.
[Infrastructure Plan]:
The two-story wooden house is fine as a private residence, but it's too shabby to be used as a top-tier clubhouse.
A main building must be constructed.
They want huge, bulletproof floor-to-ceiling windows facing Emerald Lake and the distant snow-capped mountains.
There must be a temperature-controlled wine cellar and a helipad large enough to accommodate helicopters.
[Business Expansion]:
You'll get tired of just hunting bears and eating meat very quickly.
Su Wei thought of his system panel, his eyes flashing.
[ Fishing Module ] This is a treasure trove that hasn't been explored much yet.
Emerald Lake connects to Pilan Creek, and further downstream lies the sea.
Not only is it great for ice fishing in winter, but when spring comes, the king salmon migrate, making it a world-class fishing spot.
You could even buy a boat and go out to sea to fish for those bluefin tuna that weigh hundreds of pounds.
All of these ideas require money. A huge amount of money.
The $570,000 that was just acquired seems like a lot, but if it were actually poured into these infrastructure projects, it wouldn't even make a ripple.
We must seize this winter.
Leverage the system's advantages to make a quick and easy fortune.
Only with millions or even tens of millions in cash flow in hand can the Throne of the North truly stand on paper.
Su Wei closed his notebook with a heavy "snap," as if putting a period to the evening.
My uncertainty about the future has completely disappeared.
A clear path has already been laid out beneath our feet.
It's late at night.
The fire in the fireplace gradually dimmed, turning into dark red embers.
Cotton Candy had fallen asleep on the chair, snoring softly, her body rising and falling with her breath.
Su Wei stretched, his joints cracking.
He picked up his phone from the table, intending to set an alarm for tomorrow morning.
The screen has just been turned on.
A barrage of notification pop-ups flooded the lock screen, almost freezing the phone.
It's all push notifications from social media apps.
In the upper right corner of the TikTok icon, the red number has been changed to a glaring "99+".
YouTube's notification bar was also completely cluttered.
Su Wei was taken aback.
The edited video he posted last night.
That video had no fluff, only the cold, hard sounds of gunfire and autopsy footage.
He swiped the screen and went into TikTok's backend.
The account, which originally had only a few hundred followers, is now seeing its follower list refresh at a visible rate.
Number of followers: 201,452.
Su Wei blinked, thinking he had misread it.
Based solely on two videos.
Last night's hardcore hunting post, in particular, directly triggered an explosion in the algorithm's recommendation pool.
He then opened YouTube.
Long-form video platforms typically gain traction more slowly than short-form video platforms, but the numbers are still staggering.
Subscribers: 123,000.
In the earnings section of the backend, the green dollar sign is constantly changing.
The comments section was flooded with messages in countless languages.
"This is true masculine romance. Watching those contrived survival videos is a complete waste of your life."
"Screw the survival show, this guy's really killing. That look in his eyes, it's incredible."
"That anatomical technique was so elegant, like performing surgery. Every incision hit my sweet spot."
"Is this Alaska? It's so brutal, so beautiful. Does the blogger need a helper to carry the bags? No salary required."
Su Wei watched the numbers constantly changing on the screen, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
Charles represents the top-tier offline circle.
The network represents an online traffic pool.
Both legs took their biggest step tonight.
Chapter 177 The Prelude to Conquering the Wilderness
In the dimly lit wooden cabin, the cold light from the phone screen cast a small, pale shadow.
Su Wei sat at his desk, his sharply defined face flickering in and out of the light, but his eyes remained calm.
He opened the creator backend on TikTok.
On the data panel, a nearly vertical upward curve immediately catches the eye.
The red notification badge no longer displays a specific number, but instead shows "99+".
That hardcore hunting video, featuring only gunshots, wind, and the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, was released in less than 24 hours.
Views: 5,670,000.
Likes: 892,000.
Su Wei slid his finger down the screen, and the number jumped up again the instant the page refreshed.
On this platform filled with hip-swaying and spoof scripts, Su Wei's calm and even ruthless hunting documentary stands out.
He then opened the earnings center in the backend.
Although TikTok's creator fund pool has a low unit price, it has a huge user base.
Estimated earnings for today: $12,450.00.
Su Wei switched applications and opened YouTube Studio.
Long-form video platforms typically have a slower growth rate than short-form video platforms, but they offer higher engagement and higher cost per impression. In Europe and America, the CPM (cost per thousand impressions) is quite substantial.
Estimated earnings for today: $18,200.00.
With the two platforms combined, daily passive income exceeded $30,000.
Su Wei leaned back heavily against the chair, the old wooden chair creaking under his breath.
$30,000
If this had happened yesterday, he would have been excited enough to make a long shopping list, and might even have woken Matt up in the middle of the night to celebrate with some cheap whiskey bought in town.
This sum of money was equivalent to what he earned in six months of carrying bricks on a construction site, yet he felt completely at peace.
He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the inside pocket of his suit jacket through his shirt.
There, pressed against his chest, lay the checks signed by Charles and Laurent, totaling $570,000.
Charles casually signed a contract for 300,000 in order to buy out a so-called privilege.
The email icon displays a new email notification.
Su Wei clicked on it, and all he saw were business cooperation invitations.
"Dear Sue, we are the ' Raging Bull ' energy drink company. We watched your video and it perfectly matches our brand image. If you could hold our drink and promote it for at least five seconds in your next video, we would be willing to pay you $1,500..."