This is the most direct physical feedback the system provides.
Su Wei finished all the beef on his plate.
The cutlery struck the bottom of the plate with a crisp sound.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours and forty minutes.
The cabin was quiet when suddenly the screen of a cell phone on the table lit up.
The sudden vibrations shattered the tranquility.
Su Wei put down the linen and picked up his phone.
Harris's name was displayed on the screen.
Connected.
"Boss."
Harris's voice was extremely hoarse, yet it carried an irrepressible excitement.
It's done.
"The IRS's initial review has just been stamped and approved!"
Harris gulped down a mouthful of ice water on the other end of the phone.
"That business plan and the specimen photographs played a decisive role."
"The limited number of one hundred slots and those rules intimidated the IRS commissioner."
He realized this wasn't some shell company inflating figures to evade inheritance tax at all.
He was facing a set of rules for the ultra-wealthy that he couldn't comprehend.
Harris was breathing heavily.
"More importantly, the Kodiak Island Economic Development Bureau responded even faster than I expected."
"After they received the fax, a deputy director personally made an overseas call to communicate with the IRS's review department."
"The Economic Bureau highly values this ecosystem engine, which can attract wealthy individuals to settle here."
"The IRS doesn't want to clashed with the local government's key projects over suspicions without concrete evidence."
"They directly removed our registration sequence from the high-risk anomaly monitoring group."
This result was entirely within the scope of Su Wei calculations.
"Well done."
Su Wei gave an affirmative answer.
"Don't worry, there's a second half."
Harris's voice turned serious again.
"Although the IRS approved the initial investigation for the $500,000, it didn't leave no room for maneuver."
"They imposed a mandatory regulatory agreement along with the approval process."
"The agreement requires us to establish a fully transparent internal financial audit process."
"Furthermore, every six months we must submit a detailed operational report to both the tax office State Economic Development Bureau."
"It must clearly list the membership recruitment situation, the flow of large sums of money, and the actual contribution to local tax revenue."
Harris banged on the table.
"This means that the 500,000 is now completely legal, and the payments for the project and equipment can be processed legitimately."
"But it also means that we have a double-edged sword hanging over our heads."
"If we can't produce impressive financial statements in six months, or if we're found to have misappropriated funds, they'll initiate a liquidation process ten times more severe than before, charging us with fraud against the state government."
Su Wei countered with a question.
"You think this is bad news?"
"This certainly carries extremely high risks!"
Harris raised his voice.
Su Wei looked at the check for 200,000 yuan on the table.
"This is precisely the strongest insurance policy for the club."
People of Charles and Laurent's social class are most wary of funds flowing into the gray area.
"Now, there are mandatory financial audits by the IRS and operational monitoring by the state economic department."
"This is tantamount to the government endorsing our extremely clean and transparent financial records."
"This will greatly reduce the wariness of newcomers to established money families."
"What they fear most is getting into tax trouble; this place is actually the safest and most legal haven for high-end consumption."
Harris was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then burst out with a curse.
"Damn it... you actually turned the tax bureau's harassment into a credit guarantee."
"This logic is completely flawless."
Harris completely relaxed.
"The $500,000 will be safely transferred to your corporate account through the bank settlement channel within 48 hours."
"Now you can use this money without any worries."
With the matter concluded, Su Wei prepared to end the chat.
"Arrange the documents, then you can go take a break."
"Okay, boss. Goodbye."
The call ended.
The room returned to silence.
The first survival crisis has thus been averted.
Su Wei did not look at the two already valid checks.
His gaze shifted to the blank check belonging to Charles next to him.
There were no numbers on it.
This is the greatest temptation left by Charles.
Simply fill in the number in the blank, send it to Citibank, and the money will be deposited into your account.
With this money, the exhibition hall outside can instantly use the most advanced temperature-controlled materials.
He could also immediately hire a former Navy SEALs as the club's private security.
He could even completely enclose that primeval forest, turning it into an impregnable fortress.
Su Wei's index finger rested on the edge of the check, tracing the rough texture of the paper.
If this money is paid out, the price is giving up core shares of the club.
This means that Charles will go from being a guest to a shareholder who can set the rules.
He would demand a fixed annual quota of prey, and he would interfere with the flow of top-quality specimens.
Ultimately, Su Wei was nominally the manager, but in reality, he became a high-level hunter kept by capital.
This was a contract that could devour him.
Su Wei pulled open the drawer under the table and took out a black metal desiccant box with a combination lock.
He decisively picked up the blank check and neatly placed it at the bottom of the box.
Close the lid and turn the combination lock.
With a click, it was completely sealed away.
This check is a chip that absolutely cannot be used in this grand scheme.
With an initial investment of $500,000, he can complete all the infrastructure and ecosystem development at this stage.
His core competency has never been capital operation.
Rather, it was the system that endowed him with top-tier creation abilities that could not be copied by anyone else.
Su Wei walked to the living room window and pushed it open a crack.
The biting wind, carrying snowflakes at minus twenty degrees Celsius, instantly lashed his face.
The biting cold made his senses incredibly sharp.
Five hundred meters away, the two-story, 1,000-square-meter cedar log frame stood silently in the wind and snow.