delete.
"Mr. Su, this is the emerging project team of ' Binance Chain,' which has launched a cryptocurrency called 'BearCoin' themed around Alaska brown bears..."
delete.
"Could an outdoor gear discount store in Texas list our discount link? We'll take a 5% commission on every order, even if it's just for selling a single pair of nylon underwear..."
Su Wei selected the items in bulk without expression and clicked "Clear." The trash can icon flashed briefly, and then the world became quiet again.
The current rates are too low. Accepting these low-end ads will not only erode the trust of your fans, but also lock the commercial value of your account into the range of cheap influencers.
If Charles were to see that the founder of the membership seat he bought for $300,000 was selling nylon underwear online for a few hundred dollars, the banker would feel humiliated and would probably tear up the check.
Some money you can't earn even if you kneel down.
To make money, you have to stand tall and have others beg you to give it to them.
Su Wei closed his email and switched back to the comments section of TikTok.
Tens of thousands of comments are scrolling by. In addition to English, there are also French, Russian and Spanish comments.
"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."
Suddenly, Su Wei's sliding thumb stopped.
Amidst a sea of English words like "OMG," "Cool," and "Hardcore," a few familiar Chinese characters stand out, carrying a sense of warmth and familiarity from across the ocean.
"Holy crap, this guy's ruthless, there's real killing intent in his eyes."
"This is real guns and ammunition! It's completely different from those scripted survival shows in China."
"Does anyone know where this is? It looks like Alaska."
"Please check out Bilibili (a Chinese Bilibili), the uploader is called ' Wilderness Reuploader ', it's already updated there, and there are Chinese subtitles."
"If this person is of Chinese descent, it would be a real source of pride for us. His composure is incredible; he kills bears without batting an eye, and he cuts meat like he's performing surgery."
Su Wei stared at the few lines of Chinese characters, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes softening.
This is Kodiak Island, separated from my hometown by the entire Pacific Ocean.
In this frigid land filled with white people and blizzards, suddenly seeing a familiar mother tongue evokes both a sense of absurdity, a feeling of being out of place, and a touch of warmth.
It was moved?
Su Wei wasn't annoyed. He genuinely didn't have the time or energy to manage video websites in China.
The so-called "porter" helped him spread the content back to China, which saved him a lot of trouble.
We can help him attract traffic domestically in advance, which can not only increase our own traffic.
They can also create accounts back in China, subject to future permission.
At that point, it won't be like starting from scratch to operate an account.
Su Wei turned off her phone screen.
The room returned to darkness, with only the faint red glow of the embers in the fireplace and the occasional soft pop.
Sleepiness washed over me.
Today has been incredibly eventful, from dealing with Charles's dinner party and the high-stakes game to establishing the company's structure. My brain has been running at full speed the whole time, and I'm finally feeling completely drained.
Su Wei stood up and walked to the sofa.
Cotton Candy was curled up in a corner of the wool blanket, fast asleep. Her fluffy tail covered her black nose, trembling with each breath, making her look like an unsuspecting little rice ball.
Su Wei did not go upstairs to the bedroom.
He lay down on the other end of the sofa and pulled the thick down comforter over himself.
Although a sofa isn't as spacious as a bed, it's always warmer next to a fireplace.
The down comforter still retained the warmth of the Cotton Candy's body, carrying a pleasant scent of hay and a faint milky aroma.
My body sank into the soft cushion, and my tense muscles completely relaxed.
The Homestead Shelter effect on the system panel began to quietly activate, repairing the body's fatigue.
the next day.
Su Wei was awakened by a low rumbling sound.
The sound wasn't sharp; rather, it was a vibration transmitted through the permafrost.
Thump, thump, thump.
Even the floor was trembling slightly.
Su Wei opened his eyes. The room was still dimly lit, with a grayish-blue light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, conveying the cold of the polar region.
He threw back the covers and sat up, feeling a stiffness in his neck.
He twisted his neck, and a cracking sound came from his cervical spine.
The Cotton Candy is no longer on the sofa.
Su Wei put on her slippers, walked to the window, and pulled back the heavy velvet curtains.
Swish
The blinding light from the snow instantly flooded the room, causing him to squint instinctively.
Outside the window, the once empty gravel ground has been transformed into a bustling construction site.
The black heavy excavator was at work, its huge bucket roaring with the hydraulic arms, digging through the hard frozen soil and dumping black mud mixed with ice onto the dump truck.
Matt Hammond.
This hardcore foreman in Alaska clearly doesn't have the habit of sleeping in late, nor does he work the so-called nine-to-five job.
Given enough money, he could burn down the sun.
Su Wei glanced at the wall clock.
7:30 AM.
These people probably started working in the snow at six o'clock.
Su Wei turned and went into the bathroom, turning on the faucet.
The icy groundwater splashed on his face, and the biting cold instantly sobered him up.
The face in the mirror had lost its weariness from last night, and its eyes had regained their sharpness.
Even if you have millions of dollars in your hands, life still has to go on as usual.
"Gulu€€€€"
My stomach let out a loud rumble at just the right moment.
Although the stir-fried bear meat I had last night was quite oily, it's no longer effective after a night's rest.
Su Wei went to the kitchen.
Cotton Candy was squatting in front of its special food bowl, its front paws together, looking up at him expectantly.
Those sapphire-like eyes were filled with accusation. "Human, you woke up too late." The food bowl had been licked clean; it was clearly starving.
"Okay, you little glutton."
Su Wei first took a piece of raw venison from the refrigerator, cut it into bite-sized pieces, and threw it into its bowl.
The little guy immediately buried his head in his food, making cheerful smacking sounds, his tail excitedly brushing against Su Wei's trouser leg.
Su Wei boiled a pot of water for himself.
He wasn't planning on making a complicated breakfast.
Last night, I cooked for a billionaire to survive and secure orders; now, I cook for myself to live and please myself.
Open the cupboard and take out a handful of noodles.
The water boils, then the noodles are added. The white noodles unfurl amidst the bubbling bubbles.
Su Wei took out a large bowl.
I scooped a large spoonful from that solidified white lard. It was rendered earlier, with a pure and mellow aroma.
Pour lard into a bowl, add finely chopped scallions, pour in light soy sauce for flavor, and a few drops of balsamic vinegar to cut the greasiness. Then sprinkle with a pinch of salt.
When the noodles are cooked to about 90% done, but still slightly firm in the center, ladle them into a bowl along with the piping hot broth.
Sizzle
Boiling water is used to break up the solidified lard and seasonings.
A rich aroma of scallion oil instantly filled the kitchen.
This flavor is simple, direct, and carries a unique smoky quality.
Su Wei carried the bowl to the dining table.