American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Old Jack rubbed his hands together, looking at Su Wei with a broad smile.

"Name your price, Suvi, my good boy."

His tone was completely different from his arrogant attitude on the phone.

It became deliberate, it became hypocritical.

They also became affectionate.

Su Wei didn't say anything, but leaned against the tool rack, arms crossed, and sized up old Jack.

He was well aware of Old Jack's greed and knew that the other party was eager for this shipment.

The Devil's Claw is no ordinary cargo.

It's special, especially for the wealthy.

Old Jack, on the other hand, had access to many wealthy people.

Suwei's silence made old Jack feel uneasy, and he looked at Suwei with uncertainty.

"What's wrong, kid? Don't tell me you haven't made up your mind yet."

Su Wei spoke up.

"Old Jack."

He addressed him by his first name in a calm tone.

"You're a businessman; you need money."

"But I need it too, you know how much I need money."

"You know the quality of these ginseng roots. The age, appearance, and quantity are all top-notch."

Su Wei's words made Old Jack's face twitch.

He wanted to argue, but looking at the bunch of gnarled roots in the metal cabinet, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

He had never seen such high-quality and abundant wild devil's claws before.

This batch of goods will make him a fortune.

And it's not just a little bit.

He knew how good this thing was for those rich people.

You can easily make tens of thousands of US dollars.

But now it seems that Su Wei is not going to let him take it so easily.

"I've left you ample profit margin."

Su Wei continued, his tone flat.

"Fifteen thousand US dollars."

As soon as the number was uttered, Old Jack couldn't keep up the smile on his face.

"What?! Fifteen thousand?!"

Old Jack jumped up immediately.

"Suwei! Are you insane?!"

He pointed to the devil's claw in the cabinet and questioned it in disbelief.

"These things are indeed valuable, but fifteen thousand dollars?!"

"Do you think this is made of gold?! I'd risk being investigated if I took it back!"

"You need to understand, this is a very sensitive matter! You're not a Tessut! You're not an indigenous person, you're of Chinese descent!"

"To them, you're an outsider. Even if you have proof, certificates. But kid, you know how it is here, the indigenous people have an advantage!"

Old Jack put on a very dedicated performance, his words filled with urgent advice.

He even clutched his chest, pretending to be heartbroken.

"Market price! Suwei! You need to talk about the market price!"

"I've already been very accommodating, knowing you're drowning in debt, that's why I personally came all this way!"

"At the normal price, I'd offer a maximum of eight thousand!"

He put on that superior attitude again.

Su Wei looked at him without saying a word.

Let old Jack roar and shout as he pleased.

Su Wei knew perfectly well that Old Jack was trying to use psychological tactics to lower the price.

"Eight thousand?"

Su Wei chuckled lightly, "You're trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

He strode over to the metal cabinet and casually picked up the thickest ginseng root.

The gnarled roots looked very vibrant under the dim light.

"This stuff, once it gets into those private clubs in Alaska, or is directly airlifted to the hands of wealthy people on the East Coast."

Suwei gently stroked the rough skin of the rhizome.

"More than ten times."

"And what I have is enough for you to brag about to those old guys for half a year."

He looked at old Jack.

"Don't think I don't know."

"This stuff is the hard currency of those big shots."

Old Jack was speechless, choked by Su Wei's words.

His old face, with its large red nose, turned pale and then flushed.

He did indeed intend to resell this batch of goods to those high-society circles and make a huge profit.

After all, this is the most popular item in that kind of circle.

"snort!"

Old Jack let out a cold snort.

"So what? Can you sell to those people? Can you even get these things out of there?!"

"Can you evade those competitors who sniff out blood?!"

He pointed at Suwei, his voice rising.

"Besides digging and hunting, what else can you do?"

"You have no sales channels, no distribution channels; you can only let this junk rot in your hands!"

He approached Suwei step by step.

"Fifteen thousand? That's a pipe dream!"

"Okay, I'll add another two thousand. Ten thousand dollars."

"This is my bottom line!"

Old Jack held up one finger and pointed at Suwei.

His fingers trembled incessantly because of his intense tone.

"If you don't agree, I'm leaving! Then you'll have nowhere to cry!"

Su Wei's gaze swept over Old Jack's excited gestures.

He knew that Old Jack's bottom line went far beyond this.

This thing is extremely rare.

He raised his hand and put the devil's claw back into the cabinet.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

"Fourteen thousand US dollars."

Su Wei quoted a price, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"I won't say another word."

"Or, you can take fourteen thousand dollars with you now."

"Or you won't get a single penny."

He paused for a moment.

"I don't have time to waste with you."

Old Jack's eyes widened; he never expected that Su Wei, this debtor, would be so tough.

He originally thought that with his eloquence and experience, he could have Su Wei completely under his control.

He wanted to argue again and try to lower the price further, but Su Wei's gaze sent a chill down his spine.

His eyes were firm, not like a momentary impulse, but a decision made after careful consideration.

Old Jack met Su Wei's gaze and ultimately gave in.

He gritted his teeth.

"make a deal!"

His voice was full of resentment.

"Kid! You've really made me bleed this time!"

He took out his pocket, pulled out a large stack of US dollars, and began to count them carefully.

He counted out a full $14000 and then reluctantly handed it to Suwei.

Su Wei took it and carefully checked it.

14000 dollars.

correct.

This amount of money was much more than Su Wei had anticipated.

He originally estimated that this batch of ginseng could fetch a maximum of eight to ten thousand US dollars.

After all, according to the original owner's memories, it was only worth about that much money.

But to his surprise, old Jack's greed actually made him an extra fortune.

He was simply convinced that old Jack needed it and really wanted it.

So I took a gamble.

Now, he's made the right bet.

However, Su Wei still didn't expect that the Devil's Claw could sell for so many.

It can only be said that he couldn't have imagined what the rich were thinking.

"And that deer."

Su Wei put away her phone, her tone calm.

Old Jack, who had just suppressed his resentment, felt another pang of heartache upon hearing these words.

"Okay, okay, a deer, right?"

Then, Suwei showed old Jack the venison and deer hide he had processed.

Old Jack pulled out a thick wad of cash from his wallet.

"It was handled fairly well."

"Twelve hundred dollars. Cash transaction."

He counted out twelve hundred-yuan bills and handed them to Su Wei.

Su Wei took the money and quickly counted it with his finger.

The price difference isn't that much.

A black-tailed doe, without antlers, lives solely on its meat and hide.

Deer hides don't actually fetch a high price; the main source of income is almost entirely venison.

But this price was actually a bit too high for him.

As for whether the price increase of venison is due to the autumn and winter seasons, it remains to be seen.

Old Jack had a change of heart.

Su Wei didn't care. He folded the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

As long as the money is in hand, that's fine.

"You little rascal, you're really getting more and more into it."

Old Jack watched Su Wei's clean and efficient movements, a complex expression on his face, a mixture of confusion and admiration.

"That coward who used to cower in the wooden house, afraid to even go out, has now become... a tough nut to crack."

He muttered something under his breath, but Su Wei still heard it.

Suwei ignored his sarcasm and simply pointed to the venison and deer hide that he had taken out.

"The goods are all there."

Old Jack snorted, walked over, and started moving things.

Su Wei helped him load it onto the car.

After all the venison was moved, Old Jack carefully wrapped each of the Devil's Claws and placed them in the passenger seat.

"By the way, kid."

After moving all the goods, Old Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He walked over to Su Wei and lowered his voice.

"Your hunting license was registered less than three months ago, wasn't it?"

"Your current license is sufficient for hunting black-tailed deer."

He paused, then leaned forward slightly.

"But if you want to hunt brown bears... then you're in trouble."

Su Wei's heart skipped a beat, but his face showed no change.

"How so?"

he asks.

Old Jack mysteriously stretched out a finger and shook it.

"Brown bears, especially those from Kodiak Island, are not to be trifled with."

"The Fish and Game Bureau has strict regulations, and there is a limit to the number of animals that can be hunted each year."

"and……"

He dragged out the sound.

"You have to draw lots."

Only those who draw lots will be eligible to hunt.

"Of course, this only applies to us 'outsiders'."

Old Jack lowered his voice, a hint of schadenfreude on his face.

"Those local indigenous tribes have their own privileges."

"Judging from your current situation, since you want to become a hunter and pay off your debts, I reckon you have your eye on that brown bear, right?"

Old Jack looked at Suwei, trying to find something in his calm face.

Suwei's gaze passed through the garage door and landed on the snow-covered wilderness outside.

His thoughts drifted to the enormous creature that roamed the wilderness.

Brown bears on Kodiak Island.

Those powerful creatures were both legends from his childhood stories and the ultimate challenges he now faced.

But he really didn't know that it would involve drawing lots.

Or rather, even the original owner of this body didn't know.

Old Jack reminded him that he should go to the Fish and Game Bureau.

Old Jack looked at Suwei deep in thought, a hint of confusion flashing across his face, but he quickly suppressed it.

He rubbed his hands together, preparing to take his leave.

"Alright, let's go. I need to sell this batch of goods while things are looking up!"

He grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.

"You little rascal, don't you dare cause any more big commotion."

"And one last piece of advice. Kid, think about your parents."

"Debt is just a temporary difficulty; you're back on track now. Don't take any risks."

"Those big guys, they are the true kings of this wilderness!"

"King of Kodiak!!"

He patted Suwei on the shoulder and shouted loudly at the pillar mountain.

After shouting, he turned and strode towards his Raptor pickup truck.

His obese body squeezed into the driver's seat.

Su Wei watched him drive away, his truck laden with goods, disappearing into the snowstorm.

"Bear hunting?"

Su Wei turned around, got into the pickup truck, and started the engine with a roar.

His low mutterings disappeared into the buzzing.

Then, the old pickup truck was driven into the garage.