Su Wei's breathing gradually became heavy.
Imagine that scene.
If all the wooden display stands, lounge chairs, log coffee tables, and even the huge, visually striking log bar counter in the exhibition hall were all handcrafted by him, piece by piece.
With his Nimble Hands and Basic Woodworking, as long as he grinds to improve his proficiency and level up, the finished products he makes will definitely reach or even surpass the level of those master craftsmen.
But that's not the most important thing.
The core business value lies in the system's hidden beneficial attributes.
Charles paid his $300,000 membership fee and arrived in Alaska, exhausted.
He sat in a chair made of Sitka spruce wood, which Su Wei had personally cut and carved from the snow, holding a glass of strong liquor, admiring the huge brown bear specimen.
The moment he sat down, the rugged wooden chair immediately triggered systemic properties such as relieving fatigue, calming the mind, and even slightly focusing energy.
Physical fatigue vanished instantly, and the soul was cleansed.
This is the ultimate privilege that money can never buy or replicate in the secular world.
Smack
The pen tip pressed heavily on the paper, leaving a deep ink mark that even pierced through the paper.
The plan has been finalized.
He personally crafted all the display stands and key landscaping components in the core areas of the exhibition hall.
Time is of the essence, and there is no time to lose.
Currently, the Basic Woodworking is only at LV1, which means you can only make the most basic wooden items, and it's very difficult to even reach the threshold for triggering attributes.
To transform a piece of abandoned log rotting in the snow into handcrafted furniture with top-tier system attributes, he now has to grind proficiency at an insanely high intensity.
Su Wei closed his notebook and stood up.
He strode to the storage room on the right side of the entrance hall and pushed open the wooden door.
On the heavy black iron tool rack in the corner, various wilderness survival and demolition tools he had purchased were neatly arranged.
Without hesitation, Su Wei drew a long-handled logging axe that weighed at least four pounds.
The ash wood handle of the axe felt substantial in the hand, and the double-edged carbon steel axe gleamed with a dangerous metallic luster under the light.
Then, he picked up a small but sharp Scandinavian-style wood carving knife and casually stuffed it into the side pocket of his jacket.
Finally, he hung the serrated Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife that had accompanied him in killing bears at his waist.
Fully armed.
He pushed open the wooden cabin door again, and a cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed towards him, instantly invigorating him.
Su Wei did not walk towards the Raptor pickup truck parked not far away.
Instead, he strode forward, his long legs crunching through the ankle-deep snow, toward the dense private woodland behind the cabin.
That area falls within his legal territory.
Vast stretches of Sitka spruce and Alaska cedar stood silently amidst the blizzard, like silent guardians.
"Eek..."
Cotton Candy was excited to follow us out the door, but as soon as her chubby front paws touched the snow on the steps, the little guy shivered and shivered twice from the cold.
It cowered back into the warm house, tail between its legs, leaving only its little head peeking out from under the door.
Su Wei strode into the edge of the forest area.
The dense, tall canopies of coniferous trees layered upon each other, blocking out the already faint sunlight, and the forest suddenly became dark.
The wind was torn apart in the forest, and all around were the sounds of cold wind rubbing against the branches and the cracking of work boots breaking through the snow.
When practicing woodworking, the first choice should never be a living tree, but rather a fallen log that is dead but not completely rotten.
If a living tree has too high an internal moisture content, it will inevitably crack and deform severely during the subsequent natural drying process if it is forcibly carved or used to make furniture.
With a slight thought, a glint of light flickered in his eyes.
The Gathering Module LV2 is activated instantly.
A faint green scanning light wave, visible only to Su Wei, rapidly spread outwards from him within a radius of thirty meters.
On the retina, rows of data prompts appeared like a waterfall.
[Sitka spruce. Healthy condition, but too high in moisture; unsuitable for direct processing.]
[Birch tree. Healthy condition.]
Su Wei remained expressionless, ignoring the healthy, living trees that represented life, and continued to venture deeper into the snow-covered forest.
As they ventured deeper, the surrounding tree trunks grew increasingly thick, some requiring two people to encircle them.
The terrain also began to show obvious slopes and undulations.
After walking for about twenty minutes, my strength began to be rapidly depleted in the bitter cold.
Suddenly, the green scanning beam stopped abruptly in front of a slope completely covered by snow.
A huge, elongated ridge stretched across the snow, like a frozen giant python.
Su Wei strode over, not even bothering to put on gloves, and plunged his hands directly into the snow, forcefully clearing away the top half-meter-thick layer of snow.
As the snow was cleared away, a thick tree trunk was revealed.
Its bark is grayish-white, and most of the bark has naturally fallen off over time, revealing the tight, metallic-lustered wood structure inside.
[Dead birch wood. Naturally air-dried for three years, with extremely low internal moisture content. The wood is dense and highly resilient, making it ideal for wood carving and high-end furniture making. Potential value: Medium.]
Target locked.
Birch wood is tough and has a fine texture.
In the high-end customization circles of Europe and America, it is often used to create high-end handmade customization projects and expensive custom shotgun stocks.
This is a superb material hidden by wind and snow.
Su Wei walked around the fallen log, becoming more and more satisfied with what he saw.
The log is six meters long and over sixty centimeters in diameter.
This is practically a natural raw material for a bar counter.
But the weight is astonishing, initially estimated to be no less than two thousand pounds.
With the current manpower, it is simply impossible to drag it out of this snow forest intact.
He took two steps back, inhaled the cold air, and reached behind him to retrieve the long-handled logging axe hanging from his waist.
He bit down on the edge of the thick, windproof glove and ripped it off, revealing his well-defined knuckles.
He gripped the rough axe handle made of ash wood tightly with both hands, one in front of the other.
Adjust your breathing rhythm.
The -20 degree Celsius cold air rushed into my lungs through my nasal cavity, bringing a sharp, cutting pain, but this pain excited my brain.
With legs slightly bent, he firmly planted his feet on the frozen ground, instantly tensing and engaging his core muscles.
The passive effect of being Nimble Hands quietly activated, and a strange sense of enlightenment flowed through my body.
The muscles in both arms work in coordination, concentrating the body's ferocious power into the axe blade.
With a sweeping swing of his arm, the heavy double-edged logging axe drew a cold, metallic arc in the dim air.
Bang.
With a loud crash, the axe blade struck about a third of the fallen log.
Hard birch shavings scattered and flew everywhere, hitting Su Wei's down jacket with a crackling sound.
The powerful recoil force traveled along the axe handle to the palm, making the area between the thumb and forefinger feel hot.
Su Wei's arm muscles suddenly contracted, dissipating the impact.
He didn't pause at all.
He pulled out the axe, raised it high above his head, and with a burst of power from his waist, brought it down violently again.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
In the once quiet depths of the snow-covered forest, the rhythmic yet violent sounds of chopping echoed continuously, startling several snowbirds perched on distant pine branches.
With the aid of Nimble Hands and agility, each axe strike is made with an almost abnormally rapid judgment by the brain, without any unnecessary loss of power.
A perfect, smooth V-shaped notch rapidly widened on this thick tree trunk.
Even in the extreme cold of minus twenty degrees Celsius, a fine layer of sweat still seeped from Su Wei's forehead.
Sweat dripped down his cheeks, landing on the snow and creating small craters.
Fifteen minutes later.
Crack Boom!
With a dull snapping sound, the thick, dead birch tree was cut off at one-third of its length.
Su Wei planted the heavy axe firmly on the snow, his hands gripping the handle.