"If I can't leave tomorrow, I'll send you a message."
Her tone was calm, yet left no room for argument.
"But as long as the port remains open, I must board the ship."
"The meeting at Anchorage headquarters is at 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow; they're waiting for my report."
That's the work arrangement.
Su Wei put down his knife.
He understood.
She is always stubborn about what she believes in, and trying to stop her is tantamount to denying her professional value.
Su Wei picked up the lemon iced water on the table, took a sip, and ended the conversation.
Emily picked up her fork and gently tapped the edge of Su Wei's plate with the end.
despair.
Save your gas money and stop thinking about driving recklessly.
Emily withdrew her fork and slightly raised her chin.
"You've expanded your operations significantly, with a target range expansion project worth over a million US dollars."
"I'll take your materials directly from the Hunters' Guild. I hope your club gets back on track soon."
"You stay at Emerald Lake and keep a close eye on those infrastructure projects."
Take the materials with you.
Su Wei rubbed his fingers along the rim of the water glass twice; he understood the weight of those words.
By having her submit the materials directly, she can avoid the tedious initial review and endless excuses.
This would save at least six months of waiting time and tens of thousands of dollars in hidden public relations costs.
The rescue efforts at the Pyramid Mountain today are being realized in a highly efficient way.
Su Wei leaned back in his chair.
" The Polar Solid Shield Engineering Team has arrived on site. The ammunition depot is located inside the rock mass of Pillar Mountain and will be completed within two weeks."
"I will prepare all the paper documents required for the certification and send them over before 7:00 AM tomorrow."
Emily nodded almost imperceptibly.
Su Wei raised his right hand, gesturing for payment.
A burly waitress walked over with heavy steps.
Su Wei pulled two twenty-dollar bills and a ten-dollar bill from the inside pocket of his jacket and placed them under the bill.
"Keep the change, please."
Su Wei stood up.
Emily picked up the ski suit from the back of the chair, put it on, and pulled the mask back up to cover most of her face.
The two turned and walked towards the shop door.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the wind chimes rang again, only to be swallowed up by the howling wind.
Ice pellets, mixed with blizzard snow, pelted my face, causing a stinging pain.
The two men, heads down, walked through more than ten meters of snow, opened the car door, and got inside.
The carriage remained warm.
Inside the insulated compartment in the passenger seat, the albino red fox, Cotton Candy, was fast asleep, its body rising and falling rhythmically.
The engine roared, Raptor's headlights cut through the thick snow.
The vehicle slowly turned around and headed towards the old residential area on the west side of the town.
The road conditions on the outskirts of Kodiak Town are extremely poor, and snowplows simply cannot reach that area.
With its deep-toothed snow tires and powerful engine, the Raptor plowed two deep furrows in half a meter of snow.
Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in front of a four-story gray brick building.
Emily's old apartment building.
Most of the dark gray paint on the exterior wall has peeled off, revealing a yellowish cement layer.
The security door on the first floor was half-open, swaying back and forth in the strong wind, slamming against the door frame with dull thuds.
The building is over 30 years old, has no property management, and the stairwells are pitch black.
Most of the residents are low-income laborers who rely on seasonal fishing for a living.
The filth and chaos here create a stark contrast with Emily's cool and professional scholarly demeanor.
The Raptor landed safely in front of the snowdrift below the apartment building.
Snowflakes danced wildly between the two beams of intense light, so dense they resembled a white curtain.
Emily reached out and grabbed the car door handle, pushing it outwards with force.
The wind resistance was immense, and she had to use the strength of her shoulders to fully push open the car door, causing a rush of cold air to rush in.
She didn't get out of the car immediately, but turned half her body to the side and paused for a second.
She didn't look at Su Wei, but instead reached into the open aviation cooler and gently rubbed her gloved fingers against the Cotton Candy white nape of Su Wei's neck.
The sleeping albino red fox let out a faint whimper.
Emily withdrew her hand.
"Please take good care of that meat-loving fox for me."
The sentence was torn in half by the sound of the wind outside, but it was clear enough.
She stepped out of the car into the snow with one leg and slammed the car door shut with her other hand.
Bang.
After the loud bang, only the low-frequency roar of the engine remained in the cockpit.
Su Wei sat in the driver's seat and saw that white figure through the side window covered with frost flowers.
Braving the blizzard that nearly knocked her over, she trudged through knee-deep snow toward the entrance to the dark apartment building.
The motion-activated light in the first-floor hallway turned on, casting a dim, flickering yellow light on her back.
She stepped inside, her white figure turning the corner of the concrete wall and disappearing completely.
The damaged door continued to sway in the wind.
Impact, bounce off, then impact again.
White exhaust fumes spewed from the Raptor's exhaust pipe.
Su Wei's right hand gripped the gear shift knob, his thumb hovering over the shift button, hesitant to press it.
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Su Wei pressed the button.
Shift the gear lever into Drive (D).
The Raptor's engine let out a low growl, and thick white smoke billowed from its exhaust pipe. The snow tires crushed the surface of ice.
The massive black vehicle turned around in the wind and snow and drove away from the dilapidated neighborhood.
The main street of Kodiak Town is completely covered by heavy snow.
There were no snowplows on the streets, and the snow was nearly 40 centimeters deep.
The streetlights swayed in the strong wind, their halos cut by the dense snowflakes.
Su Wei placed his hands on the steering wheel.
The passive feedback from [ Mechanical Repair LV3 ] is continuously transmitted from the chassis to the palm.
The vehicle speed was kept below 20 kilometers per hour.
Inside the carriage, the heating system was running at full power.
The co-pilot's insulated cargo box was open.
The Cotton Candy curled up deep inside the wool blanket, leaving only the tip of its tail sticking out and swaying gently.
Once outside the town, without the shelter of buildings, the crosswinds suddenly become twice as powerful.
The wind speed exceeded 90 kilometers per hour.
Su Wei kept making subtle adjustments to the steering wheel to counteract the airflow coming from the side.
What should have been a two-hour journey took three and a half hours.
A familiar barbed wire fence appeared ahead.
We've arrived at Emerald Lake territory.
The Raptor rolled over the thick layer of snow and stopped in the garage behind the cabin.