Ultra-high grade associated gold deposit.
He placed the two windows side by side, his gaze shifting back and forth twice between the report and the blank document.
He knew exactly what he needed to mine this mine.
Money, political resources, industry experience, and time.
None of these can be gathered by an individual alone.
Take the conventional route, such as taking out a bank loan or partnering with a mining company.
Once the information is made public, the location, grade, and scale of the mineral vein will be fully exposed.
They won't even need to spend millions; a single lawsuit will be enough to drag him into a quagmire.
Alaska mining capital is best known for using the law to drain the cash flow of independent landowners until they sign off.
But Charles is different.
Charles is not a mining company; he is a financial capitalist.
Financial capital doesn't want minerals; it wants returns.
He doesn't need to take the vein; he only needs to take a portion of the profits.
Moreover, he has the ability to build a firewall using his legal team and political connections before the deal is made public.
Mining rights confirmation at the federal level, expedited environmental impact assessments at the state legislature level, and public opinion control at the local level.
These things were not difficult for Charles; they were routine tasks.
But what will be the cost?
Su Wei's fingers hovered above the keyboard, not falling.
Charles is not a partner, he is a predator.
How much will he ask for? Thirty percent? Fifty percent? Or more?
The line between letting a wolf into the house and using someone else to do the dirty work is ambiguous.
A section of birchwood in the fireplace collapsed, and charcoal struck the stone slab at the bottom of the fireplace, sending sparks flying.
After chewing the last bite of Cotton Candy licked her lips and rested her head on her crossed front paws.
Su Wei's hands landed on the keyboard.
It's not about writing a business plan or a business proposal.
He needed to think things through carefully before deciding to tell Charles about the existence of the mine.
What kind of structure can he use to protect himself?
What kind of structure would allow him to obtain money and political protection without relinquishing ownership of the mining vein?
My fingers began to move across the keyboard.
It's not a joint venture.
Joint ventures imply shared ownership, which is too risky.
Not for sale.
Selling means relinquishing control completely, and it's no longer under consideration.
Two possibilities swirl in my mind, one is eliminated one by one, and then a new one pops up.
The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the quiet wooden cabin.
The firelight from the fireplace flickered slowly across the ceiling, and the white fluffy ball of Cotton Candy curled up into a quiet circle.
On the screen, the cursor is positioned on the first line of a blank document.
Two words, in black Song typeface, size 14.
Options. Leasing.
Charles was his opportunity.
The greatest opportunity in history.
Now, he needs to make some preparations.
Chapter 235 Preparations, Violent Aesthetics Modification!
Suoluode's engine only managed to wake up with a cough on the third ignition attempt.
The fault signal from the spark plugs was transmitted intermittently from the steering wheel to my fingertips.
Su Wei released the key and waited for the tachometer needle to stabilize at 800 RPM before shifting into reverse.
In the rearview mirror, the ice surface of Emerald Lake looked heavy in the morning light.
Cotton Candy lay on the windowsill of the second floor of the cabin, staring at Suoluode as he backed up.
Su Wei did not turn around.
The wheels rolled over the compacted snow with a dull thud, and slowly made their way onto the road.
The heater is blowing out a hot air that smells like burnt plastic; the air conditioning filter needs to be replaced.
Su Wei turned the air vents to the lowest setting, held the steering wheel with one hand, and reached for the list on the passenger seat with the other.
The note contained seven or eight lines of writing, hastily written but clearly organized.
The first line has a circle: Hotel.
Kodiak Town, and the only decent accommodation option is the Sea View Holiday Hotel.
The hotel is located slightly north of the town center, six stories high, and faces the port.
The top floor is the only connecting suite in the entire town, with two bedrooms and a living room, offering views of the entire St. Paul Harbor.
Charles is not an economical person.
No, it doesn't matter what kind of accommodation he lives in.
The important point is that a 78-year-old man was taking two children with no outdoor experience to spend three days on Kodiak Island, where the temperature was minus 20 degrees Celsius.
He needs a stable base of operations; hot water, heating, clean beds, and 24-hour showers are the bare minimum.
In case the grandchildren can't hold on in the wild and need to be evacuated early, there has to be a warm place for them.
Therefore, choosing a high-end location is also important.
At the very least, the identities of the other party must match.
This is the most luxurious hotel in Kodiak.
Suoluode bumped along the county road for forty minutes before finally entering the main street of Kodiak Town.
The snow on the street was pushed into waist-high gray-white walls, with a few plastic deer antlers stuck on top.
Su Wei parked the car outside the Sea View Holiday Hotel, turned off the engine, and removed the key.
The engine of the Suoluode shuddered a few times before finally falling silent.
He pushed open the glass door to the hotel lobby, and a wave of warm air rushed in, carrying with it the smells of cleaning agents and coffee.
Behind the reception desk stood a young woman with blonde hair in a ponytail; her nameplate read Jenny.
Good morning, sir.
"Top-floor connecting suites, 601 and 602."
Su Wei pushed his driver's license and credit card onto the table.
Three days.
Jenny typed a few words on the keyboard and looked up.
"Sir, the suite is available, but a deposit of $1,800 is required for three days."
"Swipe card."
The POS machine beeped.
After signing the papers, Su Wei put the room key and receipt into his inner pocket.
"Can the connecting door between 601 and 602 be opened?"
Jenny nodded.
"I just checked it last week, the door lock is working properly."
Are there any restrictions on hot water in the bathroom?
Available 24/7.
Where's the heating?
Central heating provides 24-hour temperature control, and you can adjust the temperature in your room yourself.
Su Wei put away the room key, turned to leave, but then stopped.
"A 78-year-old guest will be checking in the day after tomorrow. If I'm not home when he arrives, please guide him to his room and make sure the elevator is working properly."
Jenny made a note in her notebook.