My Gold Rush Career Begins in 1984

Chapter 111 Can’t Stay

The young man with the mole screamed and hurriedly covered his right arm with his left hand, naturally dropping the gun in his hand.

At the moment the shot was fired, both sides were stunned.

After realizing what was happening, the other five men holding guns raised their weapons.

Peng Yuanchao and Wu Yang were not far behind, raising their guns and pointing them at the other group. The others were a beat slower, but they still raised their guns to their faces, waving them as they scanned the other side.

The dark muzzle of the gun seemed to be testing the nerves of both sides.

Tensions rose instantly, and shouts of anger filled the air.

When Jinwang saw a large group of people rushing over, it had already stopped barking in fright, only whimpering fiercely. But now, seeing the actions of both sides, especially seeing Zhou Jingming fire his gun and the two sides arguing, it immediately rushed in front of Zhou Jingming and barked wildly at the people on the other side, pressing its front paws down.

Only Zhou Jingming's gun was still aimed at the young man with the black mole.

He just made another move, further intimidating the enemy.

At this moment, Zhou Jingming was on high alert, but having experienced a lifetime of trials, his tension was not due to nervousness or fear, but rather to extreme calmness and focus, making him exceptionally clear-headed.

Being pointed at by so many guns must have put him under considerable pressure.

But he understood even better the principle that a cowardly soldier is a coward, and a cowardly general leads to a whole army of cowards.

He knew he couldn't back down. If he did, he was destined to lose his territory, or if the situation dragged on for too long, the newcomers in his team might not be able to hold on. If they panicked and retreated, then it was all over.

They are no match for Zhou Jingming and Wu Yang, and their mentality is still very unstable, making them the most likely to cause trouble.

On the other hand, apart from a small number of people who seemed somewhat panicked, the expressions and gazes of the rest of them clearly indicated that they had seen this kind of scene before, and more than once.

Zhou Jingming's purpose in making this move was not only to intimidate the enemy, but also to frighten the young man with the mole and force him to back down.

If he backs down, his group will definitely back down too.

Zhou Jingming really wanted to shoot him dead, but doing so might scare the other party away, but it was more likely to have another consequence: the two sides would immediately start fighting each other.

To become the leader of a group, this young man with the mole couldn't possibly be without a trusted confidant or helper. If he saw the leader being beaten to death and chose to take revenge, or for some other reason, that would be a different story.

Just as Zhou Jingming would not remain indifferent if Peng Yuanchao or Wu Yang were killed in his own team.

This is a very subtle psychological state that requires careful balancing.

The young man with the mole was only injured, not killed, so it wasn't time for him to become completely enraged.

After firing that shot, Zhou Jingming knew he had won, because he saw fear and retreat in the face of the young man with the mole on the black mole who was screaming in agony as his gun was pointed at him.

He added, "One more shot and it'll be your head!"

The young man with the mole was trying his best to endure the pain in his arm, and his breathing became rapid.

After a stalemate lasting about a minute, the young man with the mole, no longer daring to gamble, glared fiercely at Zhou Jingming and said through gritted teeth, "You win... Let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and squeezed into the crowd behind him.

After a slight hesitation, the group followed, taking the gun with them along with the young man with the mole.

"call……"

Only after the large group of people had gone far away and disappeared into the woods did Zhou Jingming breathe a long sigh of relief. He noticed that his palms were a little slippery, and he couldn't tell if it was rainwater or sweat.

Peng Yuanchao and the others put down their guns, their expressions gradually becoming more relaxed: "Damn it, we finally retreated!"

Wu Yang slung the gun over his shoulder and said, "Today was a close call!"

Zhou Jingming nodded: "It was indeed very close. If my first shot hadn't scared them off and they had charged straight at us, we probably would have been defeated and scattered. We were completely unprepared today. It came too suddenly, and at this time."

Wu Yang looked at the woods where those people had disappeared and said, "Brother Zhou, from what I heard from them, it's similar to what Lao Tang said. The reason they didn't rush over immediately is because they still care about your ability to find Jin Miao and they all want to win you over."

I've discovered that your position as a geological exploration technician is highly sought after in this Gold Rush Valley; everyone wants one.

Zhou Jingming smiled and said, "Don't you know how good I am? Just kidding. If I wanted to, believe me, I could walk around the main river. I can't say much, but I could get tens of thousands of yuan back in no time."

Peng Yuanchao was convinced of this: "Only tens of thousands of yuan? You're being modest. If I were a big boss with a lot of capital, and someone as capable as you helped me find the location of the gold seedlings, I would be willing to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan, let alone tens of thousands. You don't even know how amazing your ability to find gold seedlings is."

"Even on this small peninsula, everyone can earn tens of thousands a year working here."

Zhou Jingming joked, "Brother Peng, you think so highly of me... Look how much I'm helping you. I know you're not a wealthy boss with a lot of capital, so I won't worry about hundreds of thousands. Just give me twenty or thirty thousand."

"I...I don't have that many!"

Peng Yuanchao shook his head, then thought for a moment and said, "How about we try a different approach?"

Zhou Jingming looked at him with a strange expression: "Going to sell your ass again?"

Peng Yuanchao rolled his eyes: "Get lost!"

Zhou Jingming asked with a smile, "Then what other methods do you have?"

Peng Yuanchao grinned and said, "How about I treat you like a precious treasure?"

This time it was Zhou Jingming's turn to roll his eyes: "Get lost! Are you cursing me to die, or do you want me to watch you guys eat and drink well while I just stand by and smell the stench?"

The two joked, which made everyone laugh.

"Alright, it's raining, everyone hurry back and change your soaking wet clothes. By the way, the valley has been flooded lately, destroying many mining sites. There are many people searching for gold mines everywhere, and quite a few trying to seize other people's land. As you all saw today, it's very chaotic. Everyone be vigilant and don't let anyone take advantage of the situation. Only by protecting the mining sites can we all make money." Zhou Jingming gave a few instructions to everyone, and then said, "The weather changes quickly. If anyone feels unwell, has a headache or fever, go find Brother Peng. He has medicine that he can buy from the clinic... Now go back and build a fire to warm up."

Upon hearing this, everyone handed their hunting rifles back to the table in the middle tent, then returned to their own tents to change clothes and start a fire.

Zhou Jingming didn't rush back; he was still watching the direction the group of people had left in.

Wu Yang and Peng Yuanchao had already entered the tent, but seeing that Zhou Jingming hadn't come in, they turned back.

"What's wrong?" Wu Yang asked softly.

Zhou Jingming shook his head: "Nothing much. I just feel that the leader of this group might retaliate. I shot him, so at least he'll remember me. If we run into each other again, he might cause me trouble!"

He hadn't forgotten the vicious, gritting look on the young man's face when he left, his eyes filled with malice.

Peng Yuanchao frowned again: "It is indeed very likely. If it were me, I would remember it for the rest of my life if I were shot. Things change, and we are all in the same area trying to make a living. We might run into each other at any time, which would be a real problem."

"This person cannot be allowed to live!"

Wu Yang said something, turned around and went back to the tent. Zhou Jingming looked back and saw that he was rummaging through the canvas bag containing bullets. He took two single-shot bullets to replace the buckshot in the shotgun, put a few more in his pocket, and then went out of the tent.

"Brother... what's wrong with you...?"

Zhou Jingming guessed what he was planning to do.

"We're already soaked, so it doesn't matter if we get soaked a little longer!"

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, it's better to resolve this now than to be on guard all the time. We can't let trouble linger."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his gun and jogged towards the woods where the others had left.

"Brother Peng, keep an eye on the camp!"

Zhou Jingming was worried about him, so he gave Peng Yuanchao some instructions and then chased after him with his gun. Jin Wang followed closely behind.

He shared the same idea as Wu Yang.

Peng Yuanchao hesitated for a moment. He had already run a few steps out, but then he thought about his marksmanship and realized that he wouldn't be of much help if he went. He decided to just stay and guard the camp as Zhou Jingming had suggested.

He moved the guns that had been on the table back to the tents on either side and handed them to several men who knew how to use guns. He told them to be ready at any time and to be on guard, as he was worried that the men might retaliate.

Then he went back to his tent, changed into dry clothes, dragged a wooden stump, and sat at the tent entrance, holding his gun and looking outside.

The group of people walked briskly through the woods. After walking for seven or eight minutes, the young man with the mole covered his right arm and groaned all the way.

He was probably furious because his attempt to seize territory had ended in failure, and he'd even been shot. "Damn it, I hope I don't run into him again. If I see him again, I don't care if he's some kind of technician or not, I'm going to kill him..."

He suddenly stopped and looked at a young man in the group.

Seeing him stop, the others following him also stopped. No one spoke along the way, and their moods were not good. At this moment, they really looked like drowned rats, all listless.

While everyone was still confused, the burly man with the mole strode over to the young man and kicked him in the stomach with a shout.

The young man instinctively stepped aside, and the burly man with the mole missed his kick. The ground was slippery, and he lost his balance, falling to the ground and accidentally hitting his injured right arm, causing him to scream in pain again.

"You fucking hide from me..."

The more it hurt, the angrier he became. After being helped to his feet, he immediately rushed forward again and kicked the young man with another shout.

Seeing that the young man with the mole was coming for him, the man dared not dodge, fearing that the more he dodged, the worse he would be beaten. He chose to take the hit head-on, and this time he was kicked and staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground.

Before he could even get up, the burly young man with the mole walked up to him and kicked him repeatedly, cursing as he kicked: "Damn it, you son of a bitch told me they only had five guns? Ten guns, those are ten guns."

If I had known they had ten guns, would I have done something so stupid? I would have gotten shot.

I even went out of my way to buy two more, and what happened?

Don't they realize that among all the gold-digging teams in the valley, how many have ten guns?

He kicked the young man several times in succession until the young man was curled up and convulsing, then he stopped.

Then he turned to look at another young man.

This young man was one of the people who joined the Black Mole Youth Team after Old Tang's team collapsed, along with that young man.

When he saw the young man with the mole looking at him, he panicked, fearing he would be beaten. He quickly explained, "Boss, after our original team disbanded, they really only had five guns. It's been quite a while, so we really don't know the specifics. It's not our fault!"

"Who else should I blame but you guys?"

The young man with the mole was still furious: "You told me that the guy surnamed Zhou was an exploration technician, good at finding gold mines, and probably knew a lot about rich ore deposits. You also told me that he stole your team's supplies, especially the water pump, which was brand new. You even told me that the small peninsula was a rich mine..."

If you hadn't said that, would I have come to this ravine? Would I have hesitated when I made my move?
I got shot today, and it's all because of the two of you.

Why the hell didn't you tell me that the guy surnamed Zhou was so ruthless?

"Boss, we already told you, didn't we? He took down those guys with guns in our team in just a few seconds. His marksmanship is excellent... And you still say that no matter how good his marksmanship is, he's still just one person..."

"So what if I said it? I'm just blaming the two of you today, so what?"

The man with the black mole, in a fit of rage, raised his foot and kicked the young man.

(End of this chapter)