This doesn't even include other brands following suit.
Once Polaris signs a quarterly framework agreement, it's tantamount to endorsing him within the industry.
The prices quoted by car buyers, food suppliers, and financial product providers who come knocking later will only be higher.
But is a starting price of 200,000 enough?
Su Wei quickly reviewed the industry benchmarks.
Those top outdoor bloggers I followed in my past life, with two or three million followers, charged between two hundred thousand and five hundred thousand US dollars for a single commercial post.
He currently has 1.1 million followers and is still climbing the ranks.
Two hundred thousand is already a premium for the current scale.
But he doesn't intend to lower the price any further.
For their first collaboration, he used 100,000 yuan to break into the business, betting on potential future profit margins.
The premium has now been reached; it's time to capitalize on it.
"The conditions are the same as in the first phase."
Su Wei answered without any hesitation.
"I have full authority over the content, pacing, and editing style."
"The implantation time will not exceed thirty seconds, and the format will primarily consist of visual presentation and natural introduction."
"No problem."
Catherine's tone was much more relaxed, which was clearly within her expectations.
"I will send the contract details to your email within two business days, including the quarterly schedule and delivery milestones for each period."
"Can."
"Then we €€€€"
"There's one more thing."
Su Wei interrupted her.
I have two accounts: a main account and a personal account.
Catherine paused for a moment.
"The lifestyle account currently has 680,000 followers, with a primary audience of women and families, and very little overlap with the main account's hardcore outdoor content demographic."
Su Wei tapped the armrest of the sofa with his index finger.
"If Polaris has a light outdoor series, we could consider collaborating with their lifestyle channel."
"Two independent pricing lines, without interference between them."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Su Wei, this proposal... I need to confirm it with the product department."
Catherine slowed down her speech.
"But to be honest, we do have a light outdoor line, which will be launched this fall."
"Then we'll wait for your confirmation."
"Okay. Let's work on the quarterly framework contract first; I'll follow up on the cooperation plan for the 'Life' service separately."
"Um."
The call has ended.
Su Wei placed her phone on the coffee table, and the screen gradually dimmed.
The birchwood in the fireplace burned to the core, and the outer bark carbonized into a thin, grayish-white shell that crumbled at the slightest touch.
The firelight cast a quiet orange glow on the ceiling.
Cotton Candy jumped off the long table at some point and curled up on the old blanket in front of the fireplace, her white, fluffy belly rising and falling with her breath.
Su Wei went to the storage room and retrieved the snowmobile keys, then checked the helmet and goggles.
The goggles have a few minor scratches on the lenses, but they do not affect vision.
The foam lining of the helmet is still dry; it was hung in a ventilated place to air out for three days after the last use.
He placed the equipment next to the shoe cabinet in the entryway and took the geological hammer from the tool rack.
The hammerhead is made of alloy steel, weighs 600 grams, and has one pointed end and one flat end.
He had used this hammer to collect mineral samples at the bottom of the construction pit last time, and there was still white powdery residue of quartz fragments on the hammer surface.
Su Wei rubbed the hammerhead with his thumb, and powder fell off in a flurry.
Then he went back to the living room, sat down at the computer, and pulled up a topographic map of Pillar Mountain.
The data on the orientation of the F-3 Fault Zone in the manual has been entered into an encrypted memo.
He overlaid the fault lines onto the topographic map and marked them in red.
The crimson line starts from the location of the infrastructure pit and extends into the distance along the southwest ridge of the Pillar Mountain.
Two kilometers.
Two kilometers on paper.
What he needs to do tomorrow is ride a snowmobile along this line, use Substrate Analysis to perform on-site scanning, and confirm whether the fault zone orientation and mineralization signals match the manual.
Su Wei turned off the computer and set her alarm for 5:30 the next morning.
Cotton Candy rolled over, her pink nose peeking out from the edge of the blanket, and exhaled.
Su Wei bent down to tuck the corner of the blanket in, then got up and went upstairs.
Chapter 233 A Special Reflection
When the alarm clock rang, it was still pitch black outside the window.
Su Wei turned off the alarm clock and sat in the dark for three seconds.
My body awoke from the sluggishness of sleep, and my cervical spine cracked.
Go downstairs.
The fire in the fireplace had gone out, leaving only a few dark red embers beneath the ashes.
He threw two slivers of pine wood and a split piece of birch into the firebox, and struck a match.
The flames licked at the pine chips, crackling and popping.
Su Wei went into the kitchen, cooked a pot of oatmeal porridge, and added two eggs.
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The steam from the oatmeal porridge filled the kitchen.
The Cotton Candy was lured downstairs by the aroma. It ran around on the wooden board with its four paws, rushed to its food bowl, sat down, and looked up at him.
Su Wei took a packet of minced reindeer meat from the refrigerator, poured half of it into the food bowl, and mixed it with fish oil.
The white fluffy ball plunged headfirst into the bowl.
At 6:15, a sliver of leaden gray light had just begun to pierce the sky.
Su Wei put on his Polaris down jacket, fastened his Martin boots, and hung the geological hammer on his belt loop.
The goggles were pushed up to my forehead, and the helmet was tucked under my armpits.
The backpack contained a thermos of hot water, two energy bars, a spare glove, and a GoPro camera.
In the garage, the Arctic Cat Thunder God 8000 was parked quietly next to the Suoluode scooter.
The black and green color scheme of the car body appears solid and stable under the dim lighting.
Su Wei hopped on, turned the key, and pressed the start button with his thumb.
The engine roared.
The snowmobile's tracks rolled over the snow in front of the door, and it drove east along the snow path on the shore of Emerald Lake, heading towards Pillar Mountain.
The morning air was so cold it felt like it was cutting your face.
At minus eleven degrees Celsius and with a wind force of level three, a thin layer of fog quickly formed on my goggles, which was then dispersed by the airflow.
Fifteen minutes later, Su Wei arrived at the perimeter of the construction site.
Matt covered the pit with a steel plate, placed several stones on top, and covered most of it with snow.
The three-meter-high mechanical restricted area markers still stand in place, and the orange warning tape sways gently in the wind.
Su Wei did not linger.
He turned the car around and drove southwest along the gentle slope at the foot of the Pillar Mountain.
The snowmobile tracks carved a neat line through the deep, untrodden snow.
The terrain gradually rises, with the slope increasing from five degrees to twelve degrees, and then to eighteen degrees.
The treeline begins to thin at an altitude of 300 meters, and the low shrubs are weighed down by snow, forming white mounds close to the ground.