American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Aruk is indeed a qualified teammate.

He is obedient, strong, has connections in the local area, and is very reliable.

Under normal circumstances, Su Wei might consider it.

But not now.

He was burdened with a debt of 160,000 yuan, and every penny had to be spent wisely.

Moreover, his hunting methods were somewhat unusual and not suitable for being fully exposed to his friends.

More importantly, he needs absolute control over the profits.

He is short of money.

"Let's do it another day, Aruk."

Su Wei stuffed the documents into the inside pocket of his jacket and placed them close to his chest.

"I have other things to do. You know, there's the bank..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already clear.

Aruk's smile froze for a moment, then he suddenly realized and his expression showed a hint of sympathy.

"Oh, right. Those damn bank vampires."

He patted Su Wei's arm, but with much less force.

"Alright. Making money is the priority. But it's a deal, once you've sorted out those problems, you absolutely have to come over for a drink. I've been saving that bottle of whiskey I've been keeping for five years."

"must."

Su Wei agreed.

The two walked side by side toward the main entrance.

It was completely dark outside.

The blizzard seemed to be more intense than before, and the streetlights could only cast dim, yellowish halos in the snowstorm.

"I'll head out then! This awful weather."

Aruk wrapped his heavy cotton coat tighter around himself, rushed into the snowstorm, and strode outside.

Suvi stood under the eaves, watching Aruk's figure disappear at the end of the street.

The world fell silent again, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

He should leave now.

Although he stayed overnight for the exam, he still missed his simple wooden house and the always drafty garage.

Perhaps on the way back, we can also see if we can find a few good pieces of wood that have been broken by the wind.

Suwei turned up his collar, ready to rush into the snow.

"If you leave now, you might miss something more valuable than that document."

A voice sounded from behind.

Su Wei stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around, but he knew who it was.

Blake leaned against the shadows of the corridor, not holding a cigarette, but simply toying with the badge that symbolized his status as a level seven hunter.

The lights in the hall couldn't reach that corner, leaving most of the examiner's body hidden in darkness.

"I don't think anything is more valuable than going home to sleep, sir."

Su Wei turned around, his tone calm.

The exam is over. Now they are no longer examiner and candidate, but equal colleagues—albeit at vastly different levels.

"Even if it's about that pregnant doe?"

Blake emerged from the shadows.

His leather boots made a crisp "tap-tap" sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

Each step felt heavy, carrying a sense of oppression.

Su Wei frowned.

Poachers.

Aruk had mentioned this before the assessment.

The brutal killing of a doe about to give birth is an absolute taboo in the hunting community.

He violated the most important hunter's code and lacked the qualities a hunter should possess.

But what does that have to do with him?

That's the job of the Fisheries and Hunting Bureau's enforcement team.

"I'm just a newbie who just got my license."

Su Wei shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help her.

"Tracking down criminals is your duty. I don't even have a decent weapon, just a borrowed rifle."

"I have a gun."

Blake walked up to Suwei, and the distance between them was less than half a meter.

Suwei could smell the stronger tobacco scent on Blake, as well as the dangerous aura that came from being immersed in the wilderness for so long.

"I also have bullets, an off-road vehicle, and law enforcement authority."

Blake stared into Suvy's eyes.

The way he looked at Su Wei was not like he was looking at a newcomer, but more like he was examining a useful tool.

"But I'm missing a pair of eyes."

"A pair of eyes that can distinguish which of hundreds of messy footprints belongs to that bastard."

Blake reached out and straightened Suvi's slightly rolled-up collar.

The movements were not gentle; they were more like a form of control.

"Your ability to trace handprints in the snow valley is a talent, Suvi; you can't learn that from books."

"While I could do it, to be honest, it would take much longer."

Blake spoke calmly, glancing up at Suwei.

"Besides, I rely on decades of experience. But you don't, Suvy. You have great talent."

"That poacher is cunning. He used the blizzard to cover his tracks, and our tracking dogs lost their sense of smell halfway up the mountain. The bunch of incompetent law enforcement officers are now wandering around the mountains like headless flies."

Suwei took half a step back, avoiding Blake's hand.

"This sounds dangerous. And there's no pay."

"A reward of five thousand US dollars."

Blake gave a number.

Suwei did not speak.

Five thousand US dollars.

For him now, it's a pretty good reward.

It's not a small amount of money; you could even buy your own secondhand Remington rifle.

But he didn't agree immediately. Such a seemingly perfect opportunity often hides a trap.

What's more, what he needs now is a lot of money.

Those Roosevelt deer are still waiting for him.

For him, that was the only hope of paying off his debts.

"That's not enough," Suwei said.

Blake laughed.

That was the first time Su Wei had ever seen this "old devil" smile.

His lips twitched, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, making him look both ferocious and strangely admiring.

"Plus, a favor."

Blake held up one finger.

"From now on, the guild's cut of all the game you sell on Kodiak Island will be halved. This is my decision."

Su Wei's heart skipped a beat.

Guilds typically take a 10% cut.

If it's halved, that's five percent.

For him, who was determined to pay off his 160,000 yuan debt through hunting, this was not just saving money, it was like giving him money directly.

Su Wei remained silent for a moment, quickly calculating the risks and benefits in his mind.

"Do I have the right to refuse?"

You can refuse.

Blake withdrew his hand, put his sunglasses back on, and concealed all his emotions.

"But then you'd just be an ordinary hunter. What I'm looking for is a partner who can stand at the top of the food chain."

He took a business card out of his pocket and stuffed it into Suwei's shirt pocket, right next to the hunter's license he had just received.

"Meet here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Blake did not wait for Suwei's reply.

He turned and walked deeper into the office, his back straight, like a gun ready to be fired at any moment.

"Don't be late. You know I hate people who are late."

Su Wei stood there, his fingers touching the stiff business card in his pocket.

The wind and snow outside the hall were still raging, howling sharply.

The wind and snow howled, but Su Wei seemed to hear something else.

Money, and prey.

He tightened his collar, pushed open the door, and plunged into the long, dark night.

The choice was simple; he decided to do it.

This will save him a lot of money.

As for old Jack?

He was ultimately just a middleman, operating in the gray area.

Once Sue has too many prey, it will be difficult for Old Jack to finish them off.

He's just a person, and his size is limited.

It has too many limitations.

Expanding into a new channel is not a bad thing, especially when it's an official one.

It represents the most orthodox and safest channel.

The income is therefore the most reasonable and compliant.

The most crucial point is that the hunted prey can only be sold to the Hunter's Guild.

Only then will his professional hunter certificate accumulate points, allowing him to upgrade and gain more privileges.

For various reasons, Su Wei had no way to refuse.

Moreover, he gave so much.

Roosevelt, like a deer, and Soviets also had other ideas.