The number following the balance, plus the 37,000 from TikTok that's still in transit, plus the savings in his previous account.
In addition to the continuous inflow of funds.
Perhaps we can begin; at least we can start building the project gradually.
The light from the phone screen shone on his face and onto the frost on the windowpane.
It was also reflected in the Cotton Candy's half-closed blue pupils on the blanket.
The little fox tilted its head, glanced at him, and yawned.
It curled its tail to its nose and closed its eyes.
Su Wei turned off her phone screen and walked back to the window.
The black outline of the exhibition hall stood motionless in the wind and snow.
His breath condensed into new frost on the glass.
Tomorrow, I should finish the last two pieces of the puzzle.
Next, there are new goals.
Chapter 201 Final Payment! Six hundred thousand US dollars.
Su Wei's finger hovered over the phone screen for three seconds.
Transfer amount: $600,000.00.
Recipient: Matt Hogan
The remarks column was left blank, Su Wei typed a few letters: final payment.
Without hesitation, he pressed the confirmation button with his thumb.
A two-factor authentication prompt appears on the screen. Enter your password and press it again.
Transfer successful.
Six hundred thousand US dollars flowed out of the public accounts of the Northern Throne Club.
Su Wei exited the bank app and casually took a screenshot, saving it to a dedicated folder.
There were already more than twenty screenshots inside, each corresponding to a purchase order or engineering contract.
If the IRS wants to investigate, let them investigate. Every penny will go somewhere.
He put his phone in his jacket pocket and pushed open the door to the cabin.
The cold morning air filled my lungs, carrying the unique scent of the Emerald Lake's ice.
A layer of leaden-gray clouds hung over the horizon, but there was no sign of snow.
For a winter on Kodiak Island, this is considered good weather.
The Cotton Candy darted away from his feet and plunged headfirst into the snowdrift in front of the door.
The white fluffy ball rolled around in the snow, revealing only its pink nose and the tips of its two erect ears.
Su Wei ignored it and walked towards the exhibition hall.
Matt was standing in front of the exhibition hall's windproof door.
He was wearing that same old flannel plaid shirt, with a dark gray work vest over it, his forearms reddened from the cold wind.
He was looking at his phone.
When Su Wei was about ten meters away, Matt looked up.
On that weathered face, the lips beneath the beard moved, but no one spoke immediately.
He glanced down at the screen again, then stuffed the phone into his pocket.
Su Wei stopped in front of him.
"Received?"
Matt head.
He remained silent for about two seconds, which was a long time for this man who never wasted time.
Then he extended his right hand.
That hand was broad and rough, the calluses on its knuckles gleaming a waxy yellow in the morning light.
Su Wei reached out and grasped Matt's hand; the grip was slightly stronger than usual, not by much, but noticeable.
"You're the most punctual boss."
Matt let go of her hand, turned around, pushed open the windproof door, and walked into the exhibition hall in his heavy work boots.
Su Wei followed behind.
He understood the significance of Matt's two seconds of silence.
The Polar Solid Shield Engineering Team has been working in Alaska for almost twenty years and has seen all kinds of clients.
They delay payment, deduct from final payment, and then disappear after inspection.
Six hundred thousand US dollars, not a penny less, not a day late. In this industry, timely payment is a rare commodity.
The spotlights in the lobby on the first floor are already on.
The basalt fireplace stands under a cold light source, its rough rock surface refracting a peculiar luster.
The two steel hooks above the fireplace were empty, and the reinforced ground in front, cordoned off with red warning tape, was also empty.
But these vacancies won't remain empty for long.
Su Wei walked around the fireplace and headed straight for the steel staircase at the end of the first floor.
Matt followed behind, his work boots clanging rhythmically on the metal pedals.
Second floor.
The steel frame, which was hoisted yesterday, fills the entire field of vision.
The load-bearing test has been passed, and all welded joints have undergone flaw detection.
The second floor has the same total area as the first floor, 500 square meters, but the space is divided into three areas.
On the left, 200 square meters, in a forest area.
On the right, a 200-square-meter area with a sky view.
In the middle, there is a 100-square-meter rest area.
All three areas are currently empty.
The steel beams were exposed, the ground was covered with temporary protective mats, and in the corner were piles of materials that had been moved up yesterday but had not yet been unpacked.
He originally planned for 150 square meters on each side, but after thinking it over, he still felt it wasn't enough.
Ultimately, the original plan was adopted, with 200 square meters on each side and 100 square meters in the middle for rest space, which was sufficient.
Six workers have arrived.
They stood at the edge of the forest area; some were smoking, while others squatted on the ground looking at their phones.
Seeing Su Wei come up, he stubbed out his cigarette, put his phone away, and stood up straight.
Without exchanging pleasantries, Su Wei walked to the center of the forest area and squatted down.
The protective mat was lifted, revealing the load-bearing steel plate that had been laid yesterday, with a drainage layer welded on top.
He pressed his palm against the surface of the steel plate to check its flatness.
Then stand up.
"Move the materials first."
Su Wei pointed to the piles of supplies stacked in the corner.
Eight bags of pine needle soil, six bags of tree fern fiber, and four boxes of pre-treated humus.
There were also three dead cedar logs and a whole basket of moss substrate, which were century-old peat moss divisions he brought back from the Pillar Mountain.
The deadwood was the first to arrive.
The three cedar trees range in length from over two meters to one and a half meters.
The bark on the surface has naturally peeled off, revealing silver-gray wood fibers with a rough texture, worn smooth by wind and snow.
Two workers worked together to carry the longest piece to the middle section of the forest area.
"Put it here?"
Su Wei shook his head.
"Move it 40 centimeters to the left, raise the base, lower the tail, and tilt it at an angle of about 15 degrees."
The workers did as instructed, and the dead tree was adjusted into place, with two pieces of volcanic rock placed at its base to secure it.
Another worker carried over a second dead log and casually tossed it aside.
"Boss, where's this one?"
Su Wei walked over and squatted down next to the dead tree.