$50,000, in just three seconds.
All the core materials for the three commercial orders have been filmed.
With a base cooperation fee of $150,000 and tiered upward adjustment clauses, the actual income will only be higher.
The additional time cost is no more than half an hour in total.
Su Wei screwed the lid on the thermos and stuffed it back into the camel pack.
Emily leaned against the rock, munching on an energy bar, her gaze sweeping over the bulging camel pack stuffed at Su Wei's feet.
Anti-freeze lip balm, hand warmers, pour-over coffee equipment, energy bars, professional photography equipment, low-temperature batteries, first aid kits...
How much stuff is in your backpack?
She nudged the side of the sack with the tip of her boot, but the thick nylon fabric remained unmoved.
"It feels like no matter the situation, you can always find a solution within it."
"On Kodiak Island, those who are unprepared will not survive the first winter."
"This is not just a matter of being well-prepared."
Emily plucked the last piece of chocolate from the foil and popped it into her mouth.
"It's more like a kind of refinement, or rather, your planning is too perfect."
Su Wei did not respond to that.
He stood up, brushed the snow off his jacket, and bent down to pack up his tripod.
"Let's go, two more runs, while the light is still on."
Emily took a big gulp of hot water, tightened the kettle lid, and stood up briskly.
Su Wei went and brought the Cotton Candy back halfway.
I put it in the handbag inside my clothes.
In the next two runs, the two skaters took turns leading the way.
As Emily charged ahead, the arc she traced on the powder snow was more rounded and graceful Su Wei, yet her speed was by no means slower.
She suddenly accelerated at a sharp bend, the tail of her skis whipping out an arc of snow, her crisp laughter carried on the mountain breeze.
The laughter echoed twice in the empty valley before dissipating.
Su Wei followed behind, his windproof collar obscuring most of his face.
On her chest, the Cotton Candy had somehow poked out her pink nose again.
Half of a round blue eye peeked out from the zipper gap, squinting into a slit as it faced the wind.
The continuous high-intensity physical exertion, coupled with the dual benefits of cold-resistant energy storage and Core Thermoregulation, resulted in the two individuals' physical exertion being far lower than expected.
The seventh trip.
The two decided to take the cable car to a higher position to challenge the undeveloped wild snow slope on the north side of Pyramid Mountain.
The cable car is an old-fashioned open-air double chairlift.
The metal frame was covered with a thick layer of white frost, and the steel cables hummed low in the wind.
The two sat down side by side, the safety bar dropped, the chairlift swayed twice, and then began to slowly rise.
The snow beneath our feet gradually receded into the distance.
For every ten meters of altitude gained, the wind force increases by one level.
The windproof fabric of the jacket was pressed tightly against the body by the airflow, making a continuous crackling sound.
Emily hunched her shoulders and pulled her face shield up.
"The wind chill on the north side must be around -25 degrees Celsius."
The wind had drowned out most of her voice.
"We can only do two more runs before we have to leave."
Su Wei nodded.
The cable car continued to ascend, and the view became increasingly expansive.
The commercial ski runs on the south side of Pyramid Mountain unfold beneath your feet.
A dense mass of colorful figures moved slowly across the compacted, hardened snow.
Further away, the outline of Kodiak Town disappeared into the gray-white mist.
Su Wei looked down at the foot of the mountain.
The red roof of the ticket hall stands out against the white background.
In the open-air parking lot in front of the hall, those brightly colored family SUVs were neatly arranged.
But the target audience is wrong.
The tourists who were originally queuing at the entrance of the hall were no longer in orderly long lines.
The crowd began to disperse to both sides, leaving a passageway in the middle.
Several staff members wearing fluorescent yellow vests were quickly weaving through the crowd and running towards a low building on the side of the hall.
An antenna and a loudspeaker were mounted on the roof of that low house.
Broadcasting room.
Su Wei's gaze locked onto those few fluorescent yellow vests.
Their pace wasn't the rhythm of a daily patrol, but rather a jog.
Halfway through their run, one of them turned back and waved towards the parking lot, as if calling out to someone.
At the edge of the parking lot, a white ambulance was backing into a parking space.
The warning lights on the roof were not on, but the driver acted very quickly.
Emily was still looking down at adjusting the Velcro straps on her gloves, unaware of the commotion at the foot of the mountain.
The cable car continued to ascend, the steel cable emitting a sharp metallic scraping sound.
Su Wei didn't bring binoculars; after all, this wasn't a hunt.
He couldn't see clearly from that distance.
But it's okay, he still has his phone.
I took my phone out of my pocket, turned it to its maximum size, and it was barely visible.
The door to the broadcasting room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform rushed in.
Two people wearing fluorescent yellow vests followed behind him.
One of them was clutching something in his hand and writing something on it as he ran.
It should be a piece of paper.
The glass doors of the ticket hall were pushed open from the inside, and another group of staff members poured out.
They started putting up orange warning tape at the entrance to the parking lot.
Su Wei put down his binoculars.
This is not the scale of an accident response.
The cordon area is too large.
"Something happened at the foot of the mountain."
Emily's hand stopped on the Velcro.
She looked up and followed Su Wei's gaze, but the distance was too far, and with the naked eye she could only see blurry patches of color moving.
Su Wei handed over the phone.
Emily took it, held it up to her eyes, and adjusted the focus a couple of times.
The scene in the camera made her stop adjusting the focus with her fingers.
The loudspeaker on the roof of the broadcasting room slowly rotated to an angle, pointing towards the entire ski resort.
A sharp, electric roar exploded from a loudspeaker in the distance, piercing the wind and reaching the height of the cable car.
Emily put down the binoculars.
Her expression changed.
It wasn't fear, but a very familiar sense of alertness.
That's not a regular security broadcast channel.
Her voice was very low, and the wind made the last syllable sound broken and intermittent.
"They activated the emergency evacuation system."
The cable car chairs swayed slightly in mid-air.
The humming sound of the steel cable suddenly changed, and the speed of the drive motor began to decrease.