The length of the target lane, the ground material, the drainage slope, and the height of the retaining wall—every parameter is clearly marked.
This is not a rough sketch.
He flipped to the third image, which was an elevation drawing of the wooden house complex.
The five wooden houses have completely different exterior styles.
However, the building's baseline and roof ridge height are uniformly planned so that they do not obstruct each other's views and maintain overall harmony.
Matt put the drawings back on the table.
He didn't rush to speak; instead, he picked up his coffee cup and took a big gulp.
The birchwood in the fireplace crackled, sparks flew out and landed on the stone railing, plunging the room into darkness.
" Su Wei."
Matt finally spoke, his voice a half-tone lower than usual.
"This isn't something that can be solved with a million."
He tapped the location of the helipad on the drawing with his knuckles.
"This helipad alone, with its concrete hardening, fuel system, and light poles, cost at least 400,000."
The finger moved to the group of wooden houses.
"Five fully custom-made log cabins, according to the specifications and style you specified, each will cost no less than 800,000 yuan."
"Five buildings would cost four million, not even including interior decoration and furniture."
The finger then moved to the shooting range.
"A 300-meter target range requires leveling that slope; the sheer volume of earthwork alone is staggering."
"Including retaining walls, drainage, and ballistic safety systems, it would cost at least 600,000."
He raised his head, his icy blue eyes staring straight at Su Wei.
"This is an investment of at least ten million US dollars."
The flame in the fireplace flickered.
Su Wei held his coffee cup, his posture unchanged.
"I know."
Three words, spoken lightly and calmly.
Matt's brown beard twitched; he was waiting for what was to come.
Su Wei put down his coffee cup, the bottom of which hit the wooden table with a dull thud.
That's why I'm looking for you.
Su Wei pointed his index finger at the location of the shooting range on the map.
"I need your team to dedicate themselves fully to this project from the moment the ground thaws in spring."
"The funds will be disbursed in installments, with the first installment starting at the firing range."
"Besides, you're also aware of the estate plan we discussed before."
"This is just the first step."
Matt leaned back on the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest.
He did not agree immediately.
"Mr. Su Wei, I must tell you the truth."
Matt's voice regained the seriousness and directness he used when discussing engineering.
"A ten million dollar project is the largest order in the history of my Polar Strong Shield."
But it's winter now.
He rubbed the inside of the coffee cup with his thumb.
"If you require the entire production line to start simultaneously, I cannot do that."
"We don't have enough manpower, and the building materials supply chain on Kodiak Island can't hold up either, so we have to proceed in phases."
"I did not request that work begin simultaneously."
Su Wei traced a route on the drawing with his finger.
"Phase one: renovation of the shooting range and old wooden houses."
"If it's possible now, we should start construction on these two."
"The second phase involves the garage and my villa. The construction window is longest in spring and summer, so we'll concentrate our efforts on tackling this challenge."
"The third phase, consisting of the remaining five wooden cabins and the helipad, will be completed last."
"Finally, complete all main structures and external enclosures."
Matt's gaze followed Su Wei's finger as it moved across the drawing.
This young man isn't just making empty promises.
He has a timetable, priorities, and even takes into account construction windows and seasonal constraints.
Where's the funding?
Matt asked the most crucial question.
"Ten million is no small sum. It will be delivered in batches; how much will be in the first batch?"
"Shooting range plus cabin renovation, give me a precise quote."
Instead of giving a number, Su Wei asked the question in return.
"30% prepayment, with further payments made according to progress after construction begins."
"Shooting range plus renovations..."
Matt quickly did the math in his head.
"A conservative estimate is 1.2 million."
"If you want the slope cutting work for the 300-meter target range, it's a large project, possibly costing 1.5 million."
"Four hundred and fifty thousand in advance, no problem."
The number came out without hesitation.
Matt's gaze lingered on Su Wei's face for three seconds.
Twenty-one years old, a $450,000 advance payment—it's as easy to say as reciting a menu.
I just settled the remaining 600,000 yuan payment for the exhibition hall a few days ago, and now I have to spend more than 1 million yuan.
Where did this kid get his money from?
Matt didn't ask.
In Alaska, especially in places like Kodiak Island, it's standard practice not to ask where a client's funds come from.
As long as the money is clean and arrives on time, nothing else matters to him.
But he couldn't help but glance at Su Wei again.
The firelight from the fireplace illuminated the young man's profile.
There was no excitement, no trepidation, not even the thrill a young person should have when spending a fortune.
There's only one thing on this face, that's for sure.
This certainty reminded Matt of his father signing his first engineering contract in Fairbanks thirty years ago.
The old man had the same expression.
It's not the madness of a gambler betting, but the certainty of an architect laying out his blueprints.
The location of every steel beam and the mix ratio of every piece of concrete have been mentally reviewed countless times.
Matt remained silent for a long time.
The birchwood in the fireplace crackled and popped as it burned.
Cotton Candy had somehow climbed onto Su Wei's lap, curled up into a white ball, its tail covering its nose, and was breathing evenly.
" Su Wei."
Matt loosened his crossed arms, leaned forward, and placed his two rough, large hands on his knees.
"As long as the money is in place."
He paused for a moment.
"My Polar Solid Shield Engineering Team, from this day forward, will serve only you."
Su Wei nodded.
There was no handshake, no hug, not even a single extra word of thanks.
He simply pulled a blank A4 sheet of paper and a pencil from the table and pushed them in front of Matt.