Baima Wangmu was on the phone, cursing and ranting at AT&T about something, seeming quite agitated.

But he quickly hung up the satellite phone, his face instantly breaking into a wide grin as he turned his gaze to Feng Shan.

"Buddy, AT&T will be calling you back soon."

"Thanks!" After watching Baima Wangmu’s performance, Feng Shan felt he had been far too reserved.

Baima Wangmu waved his hand and said sincerely, "My friend, in this shithole of the United States, money makes you king. You’re like a lot of other Chinese people—too humble. That’s no good. The more humble you are, the more those bastards will look down on you. You have to be tough."

"Understood!" Feng Shan accepted Baima Wangmu’s advice.

Immediately after, he received a call from an unknown number.

When he answered, it was indeed the AT&T customer service manager. Unlike their previous conversation, his tone was now exceptionally pleasant, making Feng Shan feel as if he were basking in a spring breeze.

On the phone, the man explained the previous "misunderstanding" and begged Feng Shan not to contact the other communication companies, pleading with him to give AT&T a chance.

As Feng Shan took the call, he saw Baima Wangmu wink at him. He adopted a firm tone and said,

"If I don’t see someone from AT&T by 10 a.m. tomorrow, don’t bother coming. Dowton, Cricket, T-Mobile, and a lot of other carriers want to meet with me."

He hung up amidst a torrent of thanks from the other end.

"See? Never be too polite with them," Baima Wangmu said with a grin.

"Yes, and I think the cost of the generator is too high. Let’s have a serious discussion about it." Feng Shan put on a straight face, immediately applying what he had just learned.

"God, you learn too fast!" Baima Wangmu pretended to be scared.

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Nearby, David watched the two of them acting like lunatics, shook his head, and walked over to the technicians. ’Immersing myself in an ocean of knowledge is much more interesting.’

With the partnership settled, the rest involved technical matters, which were largely out of the two bosses’ hands.

Baima Wangmu said with a laugh,

"My friend, let them work on the generator. Could you give me a tour of this beautiful camp?"

"Of course!"

Feng Shan turned and began to show Baima Wangmu around the camp.

They walked along a path paved with pebbles, surrounded by vibrant fruit trees. They passed through the residential area, toured the vegetable garden, and finally arrived at the fire pit.

After listening intently to Feng Shan’s eloquent explanation of the camp’s layout, Baima Wangmu asked thoughtfully,

"My friend, I have to say, your camp is a beautiful place. Are you planning to develop it into a tourist town?"

Feng Shan nodded. "That’s the plan. What do you think?"

"It’s fantastic," Baima Wangmu praised verbally, but inwardly, he was unconvinced.

’A tourist town isn’t something you can build with just a patch of grass.’

The Far North Tundra had over a dozen towns and communities, but in all these years, he had never heard of a single successful tourist town.

The main problem was the excessively harsh environment. Even if tourists came, it was just for the novelty.

The Tundra’s biting winds, long polar nights, and vast expanses of ice and snow tested the courage and temperament of any visitor.

Besides, the Tundra was nothing but desolate wilderness. The view would get old after a while. It had very little long-term appeal—no abundant entertainment facilities, no bustling commercial districts, only endless silence and desolation.

Of course, he couldn’t say any of this out loud, at least not before the generator was built.

Feng Shan didn’t care what Baima Wangmu thought.

Plenty of people looked down on the Crown Territory. Even Frank didn’t believe he could build up a tourism industry here.

In their eyes, the Crown Territory was just a forgotten corner of the world, full of desolation and hardship.

He was simply sharing his achievements, not seeking approval from others.

Having personally witnessed this land change bit by bit, his heart was filled with pride.

The planted fruit trees, the paved stone paths, the melting Ice River, and the cheerfully swimming fish were all testaments to his hard work.

That evening, Feng Shan personally hosted Baima Wangmu and his team in the wooden cabin, serving them reindeer meat from the Crown Territory and freshly picked vegetables.

Baima Wangmu had to admit that despite the Crown Territory’s desolation, the reindeer meat and vegetables it produced were excellent.

The reindeer meat was tender and juicy, with a rich flavor that carried a primitive taste of the wild. The vegetables were fresh and crisp, with a pure and natural taste.

As Baima Wangmu savored these delicacies, his opinion of the Crown Territory began to quietly change.

It wasn’t the chef’s superb skill; it was the quality of the ingredients themselves.

Even if Feng Shan didn’t pursue tourism and switched to farming and animal husbandry, he would surely achieve something great.

As for Old Swan and the other townspeople from Kivalina, they made themselves at home outdoors, gathering around the bonfire and heartily feasting on the delicious reindeer meat.

「The next morning.」

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, and the temperature plummeted to 30 degrees below zero.

This kind of temperature was practically deadly for Xiaohua and the other two.

Black Hide and Hu Zi, unafraid of death, tried to step outside the camp’s boundaries but were immediately driven back by the bone-chilling cold. After that, they refused to leave the camp by even a single step.

However, to Old Swan and the other town residents, this temperature really wasn’t considered cold.

In Kivalina, they had to go out hunting even at 50 below zero, walking on the ice and braving fierce gales to search for seals.

There were two main tasks for the day.

The first was to excavate the foundation pit for the hydroelectric generator’s Vortex Waterway.

Fortunately, the pit was located within the camp’s perimeter, where the soil had already been softened and improved by the Fire Seed. A small excavator could scoop up large amounts of fertile soil with each dig.

The second task was logging.

The bar and restaurant were to be built as log cabins, as per Jenny and Demi’s request.

This required a large amount of timber.

Feng Shan led more than twenty town residents on snowmobiles to the Moonlight Forest.

One by one, larches and spruces were felled, loaded onto sleds, and towed back to the riverbank by the snowmobiles.

Since the trees were all freshly cut, the wood still contained moisture and needed to go through a series of treatments before it could be used for construction.

Having no other choice, Old Swan had to resort to a crude method for drying the wood.

He built a row of sawhorses, placed the lumber on top, and then lit fires underneath to kiln-dry it with the heat.

Although the process was tedious, it was the only fast way to dry the wood. It would only take half a day to turn the fresh timber into usable lumber.

Meanwhile, there was still plenty of lumber left over from the last time they built cabins. It had already been dried and could be used for construction immediately.

Building log cabins was second nature to the townspeople. You couldn’t expect them to be beautiful, but there was no doubt they would be sturdy.

Demi planned to build a small bar, not too large—200 square meters would be plenty. It would mainly serve the daily gathering and leisure needs of the camp.

As for the location, Demi chose Area C.

This area was part of a new zoning plan that David had created with Feng Shan’s approval.

David had divided the entire camp into six zones: A through F. The log cabins and staff dorms were in Area A, the tribal Fire Seed was in Area B, commercial zones were C and D, the residential zone was E, and the planting zone was F.

At Maria and Tammy’s suggestion, the vegetable garden was moved to the other side of the Ice River.

This zoning made the entire camp more orderly and its functions more distinct.

The various zones complemented each other, together forming a complete ecosystem.

Area C was situated next to the camp’s wooden bridge at the main entrance, close to the Ice River. The scenery was beautiful, and Feng Shan was definitely going to reserve the best spots for his own ventures.

With a wave of his hand, he designated the location for the bar. Naturally, Jenny’s restaurant would be right next to it.

Once the locations were chosen, construction began.

First, they laid a foundation of stones, then placed a layer of logs on top, followed by a layer of square timber flooring.

The walls were still built in a sandwich style: two thick logs served as posts, with more logs stacked horizontally in between. This method was not only simple but also had a style that better suited the Tundra Wilderness.

The bar’s interior was similarly simple, with a counter, a liquor cabinet, and a storeroom. The remaining space was all dedicated to the main hall.

There weren’t many decorations inside; the main focus was on rustic charm.

The hall was spacious and bright, a place where visitors could freely enjoy good drinks and good times.

The restaurant’s layout was much the same. There were no private booths or separate rooms; everything was converted into one large hall.

This simple design made the restaurant feel more open and was better for creating a lively atmosphere.

Visitors could mingle freely, sharing food and stories.

The two buildings rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the busy figures of the townspeople bustling about.

Just as Feng Shan returned to the riverbank pulling a sled full of logs, Little Swan hurried over, pointing toward the camp as he spoke.

"Feng, there are two people here to see you. They just came from the airport."

’Looking for me!’

Feng Shan thought for a moment and remembered the people from AT&T he was supposed to meet today. He pulled out his phone, saw it was already 11:00, and recalled his threat from the day before.

He immediately hopped off the snowmobile, handed it to Little Swan, and gave the little brat who loved to speed a warning.

"Take the snowmobile to the logging site. And let me tell you, you are not to haul any logs with it."

"Got it!" Little Swan, who had been grinning from ear to ear just a moment ago, now had a long face as he reluctantly mounted the snowmobile and drove off.

Feng Shan walked back to the camp. Standing on the bridge were two strangers bundled up from head to toe, with the letters "AT&T" embroidered on their cold-weather gear.

"I’m Feng. Who’s looking for me?"

The two men hurriedly removed their hats and face masks, revealing two white faces. One of them, a middle-aged man, extended his hand. "Hello, Mr. Feng. I’m Sos, the marketing development manager for AT&T, and this is my assistant, Jim."

Feng Shan took off his gloves and shook the man’s hand.

"Welcome to the Crown Territory."

"It’s an honor to be here. This place is just beautiful." Sos’s expression was slightly surprised as he offered the compliment. "It’s hard to imagine that in the middle of this frozen Tundra, there’s a place like the Land of Angels."

"It’s alright." Feng Shan was very pleased with the praise.

Sos looked around. "Mr. Feng, is there somewhere we can talk? I think we have a lot to discuss."

"Follow me!" Feng Shan beckoned, leading the two men to the fire pit.

There were tables and chairs scattered around the fire pit for visitors to rest.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Rather than trying to hide the existence of the tribal Fire Seed, it was better to display it openly for all to see.

’Who would ever guess this wasn’t an ordinary fire?’

After they sat down, Feng Shan used his satellite phone to call the extension in the cabin and ask someone to bring some tea. After the call, he placed the satellite phone on the table and sighed helplessly.

"You see? It’s really a hassle without cell service. I can only use a satellite phone. It’s seven US dollars a minute, and any fraction of a minute is billed as a full minute. Iridium is just too expensive."

Sos put on an agreeable smile.

"That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To solve this headache of a problem for you."

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