Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 768 - 716: Cool Facts

Razer was deeply shocked after talking with Mountain Eagle...

This old man couldn't grasp the ins and outs of Mountain Eagle's business philosophy, but he could clearly feel that Mountain Eagle was sincere, and his intentions were good from the start, with no hint of exploiting the native people.

To be honest, the natives of Alaska are not actually poor; they just can't leave the land where they grew up. Geographical and transportation issues limit them, making their lives seem not so prosperous.

The natives of Alaska are rely called natives; they are nothing like the bottom layer of people in third-world countries.

In fact, Alaska is the state with the third-highest per capita GDP in the United States, exceeding $70,000 per person.

Moreover, the tax environnt here is much more lenient than elsewhere; at least there's no property tax here.

Natives can own their land for free and receive annual dividends of over $3,500 from both Native Company and the Alaska Permanent Fund.

Plus, with the subsidies issued by the Alaska State Governnt every year, the natives here can earn $5,000 to $7,000 annually without doing anything.

On top of that, selling fish catches and furs, and working for energy companies—whether sticking to traditional ways or embracing modern industry—as long as you're a bit industrious, earning $40,000 to $50,000 a year isn't too hard.

But the prices in Alaska are indeed terrifying...

Moreover, natives only have a locational advantage in Alaska; they don't stand a chance elsewhere, completely stunting their personal developnt, making them rely on having more children to reap benefits.

This creates an interesting phenonon...

Clearly having money, yet appearing very poor, and life not going too well.

And this 'not too well' deepens the more remote their residence is, the further away they live, the more difficult their life gets.

Mountain Eagle's approach avoided the basic survival needs of natives, focusing on improving their quality of life, which is a completely new solution.

It's not that there's no business in this area, but those involved are only after money.

Those traditional natives who stuck to their land used to need to sell their fish catches and furs for money before purchasing goods.

Now, Mountain Eagle plans to rely on the dostic market, skipping this step, and he's willing to take even the furs like reindeer and moose, seen as worthless by Alaskans, naturally saving natives part of the cost.

Natives aren't primitive; they go to school, even college, with benefits, and they know how to do the math.

The thriving sumr business at the Brown Bear Camp is proof of that!

Razer knows how to do the math. He can clearly see that the longstanding operation of the Brown Bear Camp will bring many benefits to the natives. The only thing he can't figure out is what Mountain Eagle stands to gain?

However, Mountain Eagle doesn't want to explain, and the old man doesn't press further. He licks the tomato juice off his fingers, then walks to a tomato plant, picks an imperfectly ripened green and red tomato, bites into it, and looks at Mountain Eagle, saying: "Mountain Eagle, there are so things I don't understand, but I believe you are a reliable person...

You said these greenhouses require significant investnt, do you need investnt?

My son is currently working at a Native Company, which manages a large amount of revenue from energy companies and land concessions...

The Native Company's duty is to work for the welfare of the natives. If you need investnt to expand your greenhouses, I can..."

Mountain Eagle listened, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "No need, I have my own plan for the Brown Bear Camp, and I'm not short of money.

The greenhouse scale doesn't depend on the amount of funding, but on whether the camp can complete composting self-sufficiently.

You saw the sawmill by the river earlier; it's filled with leftover waste and sawdust.

In the past, that sawdust would be dumped into the river, but now it becos raw material for compost. Sawdust mixed with human and animal manure, plus li and microbial agents, mixed with local soil becos the best planting soil and fertilizer.

Those wood waste materials are the main fuel for the greenhouse boiler, and won from the native village to the north are the main workforce. They prefer to work for vegetables or other daily necessities rather than money...

This is why my costs here can be slightly lower, so I will never blindly expand."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at Razer, who still hadn't given up on the greenhouses, and said with a smile: "If you really want a greenhouse, I have ready-made materials here, but these materials can't be transported by small planes. You'll have to figure out how to get them back by ship or large transport aircraft.

You can let your children co here to learn for a while, then go back and try to build a greenhouse themselves.

For those with hands-on skills, building a greenhouse isn't difficult. The hard part is how to adjust the temperature and humidity balance based on the local climate and the duration of sunlight.

If you try one, you'll know. Small-scale for personal use isn't a big problem, but scaling up will face various issues, and it's just not cost-effective!"

Mountain Eagle spoke earnestly, and after thinking for a few minutes, Razer forcefully hit his palm and said, "Let's make one, this current size is enough.

My granddaughter is about to give birth to her third child, the hospital says it's a girl, and she's the first girl of our fourth generation. I want to build a greenhouse for her that stays green during the winter."

Mountain Eagle thought he misheard, so he scratched his ear incredulously and said: "Did you say your granddaughter is having her third child? How old is she this year?"

Razer shrugged and said: "My granddaughter Reya is 26 this year, and her husband is a very outstanding Hunter, making him an excellent mber of our family.

"Now her daughter is going to be born too..."

Mountain Eagle listened, nodding in amazent...

He knew a bit about the customs of the Inuit. Those who adhere to tradition still maintain the custom of marrying into the wife's family, where after a boy cos of age, he 'marries' into the woman's family, and then both families rge their allocated land to form a small family as the foundation for their future life.

Inuit won not only bear children but also share the burden of heavy labor like fishing and hunting with n. They also learn to sew tents and make fur clothing.

An able Inuit woman can support a family, and taking a husband ho seems quite reasonable.

But Razer, at only around sixty, is going to be a great-grandfather, which surprised Mountain Eagle a little...

Considering that Blood Fox, Cal, and Eagle Claw, who are about his age, have daughters, the oldest of whom aren't even thirty years old.

He couldn't help but give Razer a thumbs-up, laughing as he said, "That definitely deserves so thought...

"How about this, I'll sponsor the materials for the greenhouse!

"After the battle here is over, arrange for one or two people to co learn how to manage the greenhouse, and once the Yukon River thaws tomorrow, I'll have Little Ruby find a boat to deliver the materials to you. anwhile, he can guide you on how to build the greenhouse."

Razer thought for a mont, then nodded and said, "Let's not wait then, I'll have my other two granddaughters fly over, they've both served in the Alaska National Guard...

"The older one wants to work back ho, so let her learn how to manage a greenhouse with you. The younger one has a heart to explore, and your Arctic Fox Rescue Team seems interesting, take her along, she can be of help!"

Mountain Eagle ticulously selects his core mbers, but there is an entirely different set of standards for the Arctic Fox Rescue Team...

As long as the person is a descendant of an Arctic Fox and can pass Tiffany's test, the more, the better.

Anyway, their salaries are paid from the Arctic Fox pension benefits, and Mountain Eagle is just responsible for managing them.

Razer seed a bit embarrassed, after all, Blood Fox and the others had not only given up their pensions but even invested more money into it...

As a native, he has a large family to support and has his practical difficulties, so he couldn't contribute much money-wise, thus he straightforwardly sent his granddaughters over to 'settle the account.'

This also serves as a statent, indicating he still acknowledges himself as a mber of the Arctic Fox.

There was no reason for Mountain Eagle to oppose this; Tiffany's assessnts were her issue, so he decisively nodded and said, "If you don't worry about the camp's safety issues, let them co...

They can squeeze in with Cal's daughter Tiffany and the others at my place or stay in the container house outside."

Razer, satisfied, nodded, stood up, took a deep breath, and then turned and walked out of the greenhouse...

The cold air almost instantly froze the water droplets on Razer's beard. As the chill hit, Razer suddenly thought of sothing, turned around, and looked at Mountain Eagle, who was following him...

It was then he felt that interacting and conversing with Mountain Eagle was truly comfortable...

Whether explaining his position or answering questions, even if he denied so of his ideas, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Razer felt like he attended a class, learning sothing new while naturally accepting the favor from Mountain Eagle, which also resolved so of his internal awkwardness.

This feeling was quite magical, as if they had known each other for a long ti, allowing him to naturally extend his trust.

Razer had never experienced such a feeling with anyone else...

Watching the two giant cougars cozy up to Mountain Eagle's legs seeking pets, Razer suddenly smiled and said, "I ca here alone, without bringing any gifts...

"I saw fishing poles in Old Ruby's house. Interested in learning so fishing?

"This season, the Arctic char in the Yukon River is very delicious, and the texture of the whitefish is outstanding...

"I've got so fishing and hunting tips, if you're interested..."

Mountain Eagle imdiately nodded, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, opportunities to learn from an Alaskan legendary hunter are rare, wait a mont, I'll go get my son."

Razer smiled and nodded, then pulled his sleeve up a bit, revealing an old scar on his forearm...

"I noticed you have a similar scar on your wrist, if I'm guessing right, you could indeed learn a thing or two from ..."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle's eyes widened instantly, staring at the scar on Razer's arm...

Judging by the shape of the scar, Mountain Eagle couldn't discern what animal caused it, but the healed state of the wound was similar to the scar on his own wrist.

"You..."

Razer waved his hand, his eyes sweeping over the two giant cougars, saying, "When I was young, I saw such beasts near the Arctic Circle..."