When Ye Zi and the other two left, all the food they could carry was taken from the entire camp except for the twenty-four wolf legs that remained untouched.

Bear meat is not available in China.

Moose meat is also unavailable in China.

Rainbow trout are available, but they're expensive.

The meat that Ye Zi and the other two got was all free; apart from spending some time, there was almost no other cost.

When the middle-aged man saw Ye Zi appear on the shore pulling a sled piled high with things, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times.

Others would be grateful to have enough to eat if they were surviving in the wilderness, but he went and took hundreds of kilograms of food with him when he left, as if he were buying a new shipment, and all of it was rare and scarce.

While moving things, the middle-aged man reminded them:

"It's fine for you to eat and use these things yourselves, but buying and selling them is illegal. Be careful when you get back."

Ye Zi nodded. How could she possibly sell something this good?

But then he thought back to the last time the middle-aged man had asked him if he wanted to develop his career abroad, so why was he so concerned about whether he had broken the law in China? He casually replied:

"You seem to care a lot about domestic laws and regulations."

"Nonsense, I'm going abroad to make money, not to betray my country. Of course I don't want you to cause trouble for the country when you go back," the middle-aged man said irritably.

Ye Zi raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and said:

"mercenary?"

There is only this one explanation; otherwise, who would care about the situation in China?

"Bullshit, it's a private security company that protects the overseas assets of domestic investors, commonly known as pSc."

Ye Zi nodded. He knew about it. Private security contractors were simply private security service providers who dispatched armed security teams. These service providers were called private security contractors, or pSc for short.

Another type is the private military contractor, whose main business is dealing with armed conflicts. They are also called mercenaries. In English, it is called a private military company, abbreviated as PMC.

The last type is the pure mercenary, the kind who fights for money, professional killers, war wild dogs, which describes soldiers who come for the smell of blood or money.

If peacekeeping forces are the visible security personnel, then the pSc is the covert peacekeeping force.

The difference is that peacekeeping forces need to request permission to fire when facing robbers, but cannot continue firing when facing surrendered criminals, and must act in accordance with the law.

The pSc has fewer restrictions; as long as there are criminals robbing, you can shoot without needing to apply for the right to fire, and you don't even need to follow the law when dealing with surrendering criminals.

That's the difference. In other words, pSc can shoot down any target that poses a threat to them without considering the consequences.

People like this exist in every country. Most of them are active-duty military personnel who have made mistakes domestically. It would be a waste to lock them up, but releasing them would have a negative impact. However, ignoring them is not an option either.

The only option is to use pretexts like long-term imprisonment to make him disappear from public view and secretly send him abroad to protect the country's industries.

Some went abroad because their jobs were unstable after retirement, or for other reasons.

But in general, they still follow orders.

Some people make mistakes and then run away, becoming PMCs or WWDs, which are professional mercenaries who fight for money.

No wonder the middle-aged man asked him if he wanted to develop his career abroad. So that's why. He must be either the first or the second type, but definitely not a WWD.

Because professional mercenaries don't appear in public, but this program is broadcast live, and the faces of middle-aged men have appeared in the live broadcast room more than once.

If he really broke the law and ran away, he wouldn't dare to appear on Yezi's live stream even if you gave him the guts. Otherwise, Yezi has the obligation and the ability to deal with him.

"Fine, whatever you say, but the chances of me developing my career abroad are slim. Herding sheep at home is my true love," Ye Zi shrugged.

"Isn't that obvious? I can't afford to hire you now," the middle-aged man said while helping to move things.

Today, only middle-aged people and a young foreigner came; the young man was guarding the speedboat engine.

Ye Zi was taken aback and asked:

"My net worth? The title of Wilderness One-on-One King is a joke and doesn't reflect my true fighting ability."

"That's called fame, what I'm talking about is your money," the middle-aged man said irritably. Then he stopped helping, stood to the side, took out a cigarette, lit it, and started puffing away.

Ye Zi immediately understood that he received a prize for participating in the wilderness survival competition, and now that the program was over, the prize money should have been credited to his account.

According to the bonus rules, the starting price is $10,000 from day one to day ten, increasing by $10,000 each day. This means that in the first ten days, Ye Zi will earn $550,000.

Of course, this is on the premise that he can persevere for the entire ten days. Otherwise, without money, and if he doesn't persevere for the first ten days, it's purely wilderness tourism.

Starting from the second ten days, Yezi and Huangjingyu split $100,000 each day, meaning that Yezi earned $500,000 in those ten days.

The third ten days began, and the three-person team reunited. Each day, the three of them split the $100,000 equally, with each person receiving $33,333 per day.

From the time the three-person team reunited, it took a total of sixty days, and the total amount earned was one million,999,980 US dollars, which was also Er Ya's income.

Adding to the previous $1.05 million, the total is $3,049,980.

The yellow whale was $550,000 less than the leaf.

While Ye Zi was calculating her income, Er Ya and Huang Jingyu were also calculating their income.

They earned nearly ten million yuan during their two-month vacation. They couldn't wait to come back more often.

After calculating her income, Ye Zi looked at the cigarette in the middle-aged man's hand, staring at it longingly.

The middle-aged man said irritably:

"You're still live streaming right now, so watch your image."

Ye Zi said indifferently:

"I'm not a celebrity. It's uncertain whether I'll still be seen online after today. What do I need an image for?"

Besides, I already have the nickname "Brute and Ruthless Guy," so what's wrong with having a cigarette?

The middle-aged man could tell from Ye Zi's demeanor that she had no intention of becoming a public figure. He then took out his cigarette and offered it to her.

I thought Ye Zi would return one to him, but I didn't expect her to put it in her own pocket.

The middle-aged man glared and said:

"That's a domestic product; you can't buy it anywhere else. That's the only pack I have left."

“You’ve been abroad for so long, you should be used to it by now. This bag is mine. Leave your address, and I’ll buy you a whole box and send it to you when I get back.”

"You can keep the cigarettes, but what the hell is the meaning of not even taking the lighter?"