Harris tapped his fingers on the table after reading this.
"That's the most fatal problem."
No matter how well you package your concept, IRS auditors will require an assessment of the actual value of your service.
Harris was perfectly lucid.
"What makes you think your custom-made specimens are worth the added value of hundreds of thousands of dollars?"
"They will send a knowledgeable appraiser, and if it turns out to be just ordinary animal fur, they will add charges of fraud."
Su Wei did not offer much explanation.
He picked up his phone, opened his photo album, found the picture of Roosevelt's antlers, and sent it.
The photo took up most of Harris's screen.
Under the industrial overhead lights, that massive, dark brown object lay quietly on the display stand.
Seven huge branches spread outwards, their patina, accumulated over the years, reflecting a lustrous sheen.
Every groove left by the struggle on the main beam exudes a wild tension and is full of visual dominance.
Harris stared intently at the photograph, remaining silent for several seconds.
"Oh my god..."
Harris's voice trembled slightly.
"I've seen very few skeletal specimens of this quality, even in Christie's's top private collection catalogues."
"The sheen on it is simply incredible."
"Did you make this?"
Su Wei stated a fact.
"I personally completed the final step of solidification and sealing."
"Perfect!"
Harris slammed his hand on the table, the loud sound echoing through the room.
That's enough!
Harris suddenly understood.
"We have physical evidence."
"The value of a work of art cannot be estimated using common sense."
Harris quickly dragged the files, organizing them into a new document.
"I can rightfully define the club as a combination of extreme exploration and unique, custom-made wilderness art."
"Given the extremely strict quota restrictions, this $500,000 deposit is entirely reasonable."
"But."
Harris then changed the subject.
"We're not dealing with ordinary tax officials."
"Those are the elite members of the IRS Anomaly Monitoring Group."
"These measures alone might only make them hesitate slightly."
"We need a grand excuse to completely shut them up."
Su Wei looked at him.
"Go on."
"I want the local government of Kodiak Island to go into the water."
Harris's hands flew across the keyboard.
" Alaska is sparsely populated, and apart from traditional crabbing and fishing, its high-end economy has remained stagnant."
"The state government's economic development agency has gone completely gray in recent years trying to attract Wall Street tycoons to invest."
Harris looked up at the screen.
"We cannot simply explain the legality of the funds."
"We need to draft a ' Northern High-End Ecotourism Stimulus Plan ' to submit to the state government's Economic Development Bureau."
"To shape the club into a giant nail that attracts the world's top capital to Alaska."
What does one hundred top-tier members mean?
"This means a continuous stream of parking fees for private jets and huge amounts of high-end consumption taxes."
"This implies potential extended investments by these old-money families on Kodiak Island."
"We are not seeking tax exemption."
"We're just helping the State of Alaska government openly and legitimately fleece those super-rich individuals."
"As long as the Economic Development Bureau believes that this project is a core local innovative enterprise that will greatly stimulate the local economy."
"They will then proactively step in to support the market."
"An IRS commissioner would never dare to freeze an account on charges of sabotaging a major local investment project."
Su Wei was very satisfied with this strategy.
"This plan is very comprehensive."
"How long do you need to turn it into an official document that can be submitted?"
"I have a ready-made, top-level template for the basic framework; just fill in your data and photos."
Harris glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist.
Give me three hours.
"Three hours later, all the data will be faxed simultaneously to the IRS Anomaly Monitoring Group and the director's office of the Kodiak Island Economic Development Bureau."
"Thank you for your hard work. Please keep us connected at all times."
Su Wei clicked the mouse, disconnecting the video call.
The screen has returned to the desktop state.
Silence returned around the long table, broken only by the soft crackling of burning pine in the fireplace.
The waiting time always feels long.
The intense mental battle, coupled with the previous driving in the snow, left Su Wei feeling somewhat fatigued.
He stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare some high-calorie food to replenish his energy.
Open the refrigerator's freezer compartment, and you'll find a piece of thawed beef inside.
Su Wei placed it on the cutting board and held the chef's knife in his right hand.
The blade cut through the fibers, making a faint scraping sound.
He cut the beef into large, even pieces.
He did not choose a complicated cooking method.
The gas stove was lit, and the blue flame quickly heated the cast iron frying pan.
Su Wei a large piece of butter and threw it into the pot. The butter instantly turned into a golden liquid, sizzling as it went.
A rich, milky aroma filled the kitchen.
He used tongs to pick up chunks of beef and spread them evenly at the bottom of the pot.
The venison quickly shrank, developing a brownish-red crust.
He sprinkled coarse sea salt and freshly ground black pepper evenly over the pepper.
A scratching sound came from beside my feet.
Cotton Candy rested its forelegs on Su Wei's calves, tilted its head back, and let out urgent whimpers.
Su Wei used tongs to pick out a piece of beef and threw it into the pet bowl in the corner.
The fox pounced immediately and began chewing loudly.
Once the beef in the pan is cooked to medium-rare, turn off the heat.
Su Wei placed the meat on a plate and carried it to the long table in the living room.
He had just put a piece of venison into his mouth with his fork.
[Additional minor temporary gain: Heat Lock.]
[Effect Description: Within five hours, resistance to severe cold is increased by 15%, and the rate of fatigue recovery after intense mental exertion is accelerated by 20%.]
A warm sensation spread from my abdomen to my limbs and bones.
The joints, which had been stiff from the wind and snow, finally relaxed completely.
The tight, sore feeling in my brain also dissipated considerably.