There were no side dishes, just a bowl of plain noodles with a few scallions and glistening oil floating on top.
He picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and put it in his mouth.
The smooth and chewy noodles, coated in the aroma of oil and soy sauce, slid down the esophagus into the stomach, bringing a Warm Current.
"Call..."
Su Wei breathed a long sigh of relief.
Even if she later indulges in all sorts of delicacies and prepares a whole bear feast for Charles, this bowl of hot pork lard noodles will still hold an irreplaceable place.
A few minutes later, the bowl was upside down.
Su Wei finished the last mouthful of noodle soup, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Comfortable.
He put down his chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.
I put on the heavy black windbreaker, zipped it up, and put on my windproof gloves. I pushed open the door of the cabin.
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A biting wind, carrying snowflakes, swept over him. Su Wei squinted and trudged through the snow toward the construction site.
Matt was standing beneath the massive skeleton of the exhibition hall, holding a blueprint in his hand, and shouting orders to two workers to adjust the angle of the crane.
Seeing Su Wei approaching, Matt rolled up the blueprints, stuffed them under his arm, took off his heavy gloves, and waved from afar.
Good morning, boss.
Matt's voice remained deep and rough, brimming with energy.
"This damn weather is even colder than yesterday, but the foundation is definitely more solid now."
He complained about the cold, but he was only wearing a thin work jacket, and the collar of his flannel shirt underneath was even open, revealing his reddened neck and steam rising from it.
How's the progress?
Su Wei walked to his side and looked up at the enormous building that was already taking shape.
The massive cedar logs interlock, and although the structure is not yet fully topped, its rugged and violent aesthetics are already unmistakable.
"The foundation has already solidified. We added military-grade antifreeze yesterday, so there shouldn't be any problems."
Matt slammed his hand on a pillar next to him, making a dull, heavy sound.
"The main beams will all be installed today. I've already had the insulation material for the walls and roof rushed over from Anchorage. This time, we're using R60 grade rock wool; even if it's minus forty degrees outside, you can light a candle inside and wear short sleeves."
Matt pointed to an empty space to the side, where the heart was located.
"The pre-installed wiring for the generator set has been laid. As you requested, it has dual power supply, so even if one line goes out, the other can take over instantly. Unless Kodiak Island sinks, your lights will always be on."
Su Wei nodded.
Entrusting money to someone like Matt is truly reassuring. Every penny can be transformed into tangible steel and concrete, into a sense of security.
"How much longer?"
"Also, there are the solar panels I wanted."
Su Wei asked.
Matt looked down and estimated for a moment, then scratched his stubble-covered chin with his rough fingers.
"With the main structure enclosed, plus the exterior waterproofing and roof covering, in this kind of weather..."
Matt held out a palm with his five fingers spread wide.
"Five days. Five days at the fastest."
"In five days, this house will be able to provide shelter from the wind and rain, and will have running water and electricity."
"Solar panels are also in the plan; we will install them on the top floor once the entire building is completed."
Matt paused abruptly after speaking.
He turned around, his icy blue eyes fixed on Su Wei, his tone becoming more serious than ever before.
"However, Su Wei..."
"I'm just a roughneck at building houses. I can build you a sturdy frame and windproof walls."
Matt pointed to the empty interior space.
There were only bare logs and cold concrete floors, with the wind swirling inside.
"But this is just a shell."
"You said you wanted to build a high-end club to accommodate super-rich people who travel by private jet."
"That kind of person wouldn't sit on an IKEA sofa, nor would they like a carpet bought from Walmart."
"The interior design, the furnishings, the furniture, the lighting, even what paintings are hung on the walls, what specimens are displayed..."
Matt spread his hands, making a helpless expression.
"I might be able to give you some advice, but I can't handle it. It depends on your taste."
"If you just add some tacky, gold-plated stuff, even if you plaster gold leaf on the walls, this place is ruined."
"I'll give you the key in five days. Have you thought about how to fill it out?"
Su Wei fell silent.
Your gaze passes through those massive pillars and looks inside.
The area is now empty, with the wind blowing through and swirling up the snow.
The membership fee is $300,000.
Charles is the kind of person who is used to the crystal chandeliers of Palace of Versailles and has slept on custom-made mattresses in seven-star hotels in Dubai.
If this place were just furnished with a few leather sofas and hung with a few deer heads, that wouldn't be wild; that would be rudimentary, a typical rural guesthouse.
It must have impact.
It should have that feeling that, with just one glance, you know the owner of this place has truly conquered the wilderness, and even conquered time itself.
This is his temple of conquest of the wilderness, and a place to display his glory.
We need to think about this carefully.
Su Wei's hands were in the pockets of his windbreaker, his fingertips touching the sturdy car key pendant.
He had carved it himself from bear bone; it was rough, yet smooth.
His mind, the blank blueprint of the exhibition hall, began to be filled with some crazy and heavy thoughts.
The renovation plans he had previously envisioned resurfaced in his mind.
500 square meters, two floors, totaling 1,000 square meters.
The first floor is divided into three spaces.
Entering through the central gate, the first space is 100 square meters.
It is named: The Kodiak's Peak.
In the very center was the fireplace he had prepared, which contained the antlers of the Roosevelt stag king.
Wilderness, savagery.
Then, right in the center, will be the Kodiak Island King he hunted!
Kodiak brown bear weighing over 600 kilograms!
It stands in a bird's-eye view, silently observing its own territory.
Then, two hundred square meters on each side.
The upstairs area is also divided into three spaces.
Apart from the entrance area, the other five spaces each have their own unique theme.
He also had a general idea about the theme.
Herds of deer, rivers, ocean, sky, and woodlands.
It includes all the creatures that Kodiak possesses.
And further on, it won't be enough for this small 1,000-square-meter exhibition hall to contain everything.
Su Wei looked at the exhibition hall, which was still just a framework at the moment.
It's as if they've already foreseen the future here, and have already collected all the prey in the world.
That will be his prey catalog.
Chapter 178 The Skeleton and Flesh of the Wild Temple
Su Wei withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Matt.
I don't need a traditional designer.
Matt's rolled-up drawings froze in mid-air, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Su Wei did not offer much explanation.