Free Web NovelChapter 168: Chapter 155: Project 2.0 and the Expensive Manor
"It’s not what you think. The Coyote is a solitary creature by nature, so it can survive anywhere. Bringing it back wouldn’t have made much of a difference—besides, dogs were domesticated from wolves anyway."
He paused, then added, "I left it a big piece of beef brisket as a farewell gift. I hope it can get through the winter safely. The remains of my shelter might even become its new home." freewebnøvel.com
The contestants didn’t stay long. The helicopters and pickup trucks sent by the production team arrived one after another and transported them in groups to the nearest city.
As for the food the contestants had gathered themselves, they could take small quantities back with them, but larger amounts had to be sold nearby. In any case, the production team was responsible for these arrangements, so the contestants didn’t have to worry about it.
By the time he got back to Toronto, it was four days after the end of the competition.
The first thing Lin Chen did when he got home was check his bank account.
When he saw the string of zeros in his balance, he could hardly believe his eyes.
"Haha, holy shit, I’m rich overnight!"
The prize money from the show was paid out in US Dollars. Since his was a Canadian Dollar account, the amount had already been automatically converted, coming to 1,394,400.
That converted to 7.1 million yuan!
Almost without a second thought, he went to the bank and transferred two hundred thousand Canadian Dollars to his mother’s account back home. That came out to a little over a million yuan.
With this money, his parents would have enough to get one or even two decent cars to get around in.
They could also use the rest of the money as a down payment on a new house. He couldn’t be bothered to manage the details; as long as he sent the money, that was enough.
A transfer that large would take at least a day to go through, maybe even three if it was slow. That meant he wouldn’t have to listen to his mother’s lecture just yet.
His parents probably didn’t even know he’d been on the show. After all, watching it live in China required a VPN, and people their age didn’t browse Bilibili. The chance of them finding out early was practically nonexistent.
’Should I go set up my stall?’
The thought flashed through his mind, and he dismissed it almost instantly.
No one knew he was back yet. The two months in Alaska had led to a severe nutritional imbalance, and he needed some time to rest and recover.
If he set up his stall now, he’d be cashing in on the show’s hype. Business would surely be several, or even dozens, of times better than before.
Especially since he’d already revealed he was from Toronto. There are only a few spots to set up a stall downtown, and anyone determined enough could surely trace him from the clues he’d left.
Once he set up the stall, it would be hard to take a break again.
In any case, he had money now and was in no hurry to earn more. He decided to first visit some local real estate agencies and see if there were any suitable estates for sale.
There was also another pressing issue to consider.
His visa.
His three-year work visa had about a year left on it; he had to find a way to extend it.
Although life here wasn’t as comfortable as in China, it was good for earning money to spend back home, especially given the exchange rate.
If possible, it would be even better to move over to America. The exchange rate was higher there, and the money would come faster. Especially now that he had his own fanbase, setting up a stall would be like printing money.
The best plan would be to earn money in America, live temporarily in Canada, and save it to spend back in China, maximizing the advantage of the exchange rate differences.
The main reason working people couldn’t save money here was rent.
On a basic salary of around 2,500, rent alone costs between one thousand and fifteen hundred a month, and it gets higher the closer you are to the city center.
Even basement rents were being jacked up to five or six hundred and more, and you’d almost certainly end up with Black or Indian roommates. It was no place for a person to live.
Now that he had this prize money, he’d first buy an estate, then he could start thinking about how to make money later. If possible, he’d get a green card first, then bring his parents over to live for a while, like a long vacation.
The large plot of land with the estate would be enough to satisfy his parents’ desire to garden and grow flowers. He could also get a Hunter’s license, go hunting and fishing in the wilderness every so often. It would be a great place for them to vacation and enjoy their retirement.
He spent the next few days treating himself, and his weight shot up at a visible, dramatic rate, rebounding by almost a kilogram a day.
「One evening.」
Having just returned from an all-you-can-eat hot pot, he washed up, plopped down on his beanbag chair, turned on the projector, and prepared to see what he looked like in the edited version of the show.
The show began with dozens of survival clips flashing by, designed to pique the audience’s curiosity. He patiently watched, mainly wanting to see how the other contestants were faring.
But when Andre’s weathered, sun-beaten face appeared on the screen, Lin Chen suddenly froze. The look of helplessness and self-reproach that had flickered across Andre’s brow the day he withdrew from the competition flashed through his mind.
He had spent the last few days shuttling between real estate agencies. There were plenty of estates on the city’s outskirts, but none of them were what he was looking for.
He also searched online agencies for the prices of estates. Anything that could be called an estate had to have, at a minimum, its own large plot of land.
Houses like that started at two million Canadian Dollars, with no upper limit.
Many famous businessmen, socialites, and celebrities also lived in these kinds of private estates.
Though he hadn’t found a house he loved, he now knew one thing for sure: they wouldn’t be cheap.
’Maybe... I should go again?’
Besides competing, he couldn’t think of any faster way to get money in a short amount of time, other than robbing a bank or winning the lottery.
While he was still hesitating, a few more days passed, and he received a call from Robert.
"How’s it going, Lin? Have you been enjoying the last few days? Eating lots of good food?"
"Of course. I’ve already gained back about eight kilograms this week. It’s about time I went back to a normal diet. Let’s get straight to business."
"Alright, I’ll get straight to the point. About the location for the next season..."
