Old Hope hesitated for a moment; he was about to refuse.
The eyes are arguably the key to whether a specimen can capture its spirit. Why let Su Wei, someone who hasn't made many specimens, handle this?
It's a complete waste! It's blasphemy!
But his gaze drifted to the Roosevelt antlers, which gleamed beautifully under the light.
This damn work of art.
This kid's skills have indeed improved very quickly.
Never mind, this is his spoils.
"If you fail, don't ever come see me again! I wouldn't mind throwing you in the trash."
Old Hope didn't turn around in the end; he just waved his hand.
"Please rest assured."
Su Wei didn't say another word and strode out of the temperature-controlled room.
He pushed open the heavy, rusty iron door of the processing plant.
A biting wind, mixed with snow powder, lashed at my face instantly.
Su Wei strode across the snow-covered clearing and walked toward the black Ford Raptor pickup truck parked a dozen meters away.
He yanked open the heavy car door.
Stepping onto the metal pedal with my left foot, I used the momentum to step into the spacious driver's cab.
He forcefully pulled the car door shut with his backhand.
A muffled thud.
The howling wind and snow were completely blocked by the double-layered soundproof glass, and the carriage returned to silence.
He pressed the red engine start button.
The gauges on the dashboard swept across the screen quickly, and the heating system began to deliver hot air.
Su Wei took out his phone, unmuteed it, and connected it to the car's Bluetooth system.
" Harris, I'm still here."
The large off-road tires crushed the ice and snow that had been packed together overnight.
Shift into Drive and press the accelerator.
With the steering wheel turned all the way to the left, the black Raptor drove out of the abandoned industrial area and plunged into the vast, snow-covered highway.
Harris's impatient voice rang out from the car stereo.
"Boss!"
"Time is running out. The IRS's investigation officer has issued an ultimatum. If a legitimate business basis for the funds cannot be provided by noon, they will work with the banks to initiate freezing proceedings."
Harris paced rapidly on the other end of the phone, the sound of his leather shoes hitting the floor clearly audible.
"Do we need to fabricate a commercial loan agreement? Or disguise the money as a deposit for discovering some rare mineral?"
"None of that is necessary."
Su Wei gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his left index finger lightly tapping the edge of the leather wrapping.
"Don't cover up your mistakes with lies told from the bottom."
The windshield wipers scraped against the windshield, shoving away large swaths of snow.
"This 500,000 is definitely not a remittance from an unknown source."
This is a legitimate deposit.
"Mr. Charles's 300,000 was a deposit for the agreement to buy out the permanent membership of our club's No. 001 member."
"Mr. Laurent's two hundred thousand was an early membership fee for purchasing a regular membership."
Harris abruptly stopped pacing.
"Boss, are you crazy?"
Harris's tone was completely out of control.
"You're going to use that argument to deal with the IRS? Why would someone like Charles, a big spender, pay $300,000 for a membership on a dilapidated site with an unfinished roof?"
"The reviewer will take this statement as an insult to their intelligence!"
"Because you don't understand what privileged quotas are."
Su Wei's gaze was fixed on two deep ruts in the snow ahead.
The tires ran over a patch of dark ice, causing the rear of the car to skid slightly.
Su Wei instantly reversed the steering wheel, lightly pressed the accelerator, and used the four-wheel drive system to forcefully pull the vehicle back to a straight line.
Tax officials are accustomed to using the principle of equivalent exchange in conventional commodity transactions to examine assets.
What you need to do is use the consumption logic of the old-money class to break through his preconceived notions.
Su Wei's voice came through the Bluetooth microphone, his tone calm and collected.
"Draft two extremely stringent membership agreement statements immediately."
"First, it is stated at the top of the agreement that the Northern Throne Club implements an extremely strict limited entry system."
"The total number of members across all levels is strictly capped at 100."
"Registration will be permanently closed immediately once the limit is reached; not a single spot will be added."
"Secondly, this should be clearly stated in the list of rights and interests."
"This offers exclusive hunting guide rights for the most dangerous areas of Kodiak Island."
"Provide the right to customize a complete, additive-free specimen of a wild megafauna made from its prey."
"And, a top-tier wilderness private dinner prepared using ancient techniques."
Su Wei stepped on the brakes at the traffic light, and the huge vehicle came to a steady stop before the stop line.
"Tell that commissioner that Mr. Charles didn't buy these few pieces of broken wood."
"He bought a ticket for a top-tier experience that is unique and irreplaceable in all of North America."
"This kind of service is entirely a seller's market. That $300,000 was merely Charles's payment for the right to queue, to secure that one and only number 001 spot in advance!"
There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds.
Only Harris's increasingly heavy breathing could be heard through the speakers.
Then, Harris gasped for air.
"There's no problem in theory."
Harris's voice trembled, tinged with hesitation.
"However, we still need evidence."
"You need to provide a specific plan and proof."
"Only in this way can we reasonably persuade the other party."
"In addition, you should provide me with the legal source of funds, photos of the checks including signatures, and ideally, a prepared business plan, etc."
Harris quickly scribbled a few keywords on a stack of papers, the pen tip making a screeching sound as it cut through the paper.
"Don't worry, I'll send you the file after the video call when I get home."
The green light turns on.
Su Wei released the brake and stepped on the accelerator.
"No problem, but as soon as possible."
The call was disconnected.
The only sound in the carriage was the soft hum of the engine running smoothly.
The wind and snow kept retreating outside the window, while the fir forests on both sides of the road rushed past.
Twenty minutes later.
The black Raptor pickup truck drove off the main highway and onto the private dirt road, covered in gravel and snow, leading to the foot of Pillar Mountain.
The massive off-road tires crushed clear tracks into the frozen soil.
At the end of the road, the massive cedar log skeleton of the exhibition hall stands amidst the wind and snow, like a lurking beast.
Su Wei turned the steering wheel.
The front of the vehicle swung through a smooth arc and came to a steady stop in the open space in front of the two-story wooden house.
The engine stalled.
Su Wei pushed open the car door and stepped heavily onto the snow.
Chapter 186 Controlling the IRS, Artificial Landscaping in the Exhibition Hall
Su Wei strode towards the wooden house.