Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

The already small town is now in turmoil.

The gold prospectors weren't blind to Albert and Jason's harvest.

Although the exact amount is unknown, it is definitely not a small sum!

In a short time, news of Albert and Jason's deeds spread throughout Beringhai, especially about Jason, whose image as a street thug in Beringhai had been drastically changed.

Some people were eager to go to sea, while others stayed in the local area and worked day and night panning for gold.

"Old Gary, prepare some more wine, the good kind, I'm taking some with me later," Albert laughed and pushed open the tavern door.

Old Gary, who was chatting with other drinkers, chuckled, "Albert, it seems you've had a very fruitful trip this time."

"Of course!" Albert's smile widened, but he still waved his hand. "I won't say the exact amount, just get ready, I'll come and get it in a bit."

Albert did not answer the jeers and questions from the bar patrons.

A meaningful look appeared on Old Gary's face.

When Albert walked out of the bar, the people inside started talking about it.

"That Albert guy definitely made a fortune; the gold pan is overflowing with gold."

"Damn it, I asked around, and everyone who usually claims to be a friend won't even tell me their location now."

"You tell me, there needs to be a place like that?"

"Gary, three beers each, Albert's on the tab!"

"Yeah, old Gary, bring on the beer."

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The atmosphere in the tavern was lively, but the tone was somewhat sour. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, after all, Albert was a gold-digging ship, and although the harvest was plentiful, it was still within a reasonable range. But this time, the harvest exceeded their expectations.

There are always lucky ones, but Albert's luck is truly outrageous.

In the backyard, the barbecue grill had already been set up, and the aroma of cooking slowly rose.

Andy and Brent, who had hidden the gold long ago, were brushing on the grill sauce, their laughter audible from a distance.

Ellie was running around, occasionally taking a bite of the roasted meat, her clear laughter echoing through the air.

"Jason, stop slacking off and come help me," Lillian called out to Jason, who was lying on the chair.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Brent immediately rushed over.

You must perform well and increase your importance in Jason's and his family's eyes.

Brent is now determined to cling to Jason's coattails, and nothing anyone says will change that.

"Ellie, be careful, don't run around."

"Jason, you're so annoying!"

"Jason, try my barbecue, it's really good," Andy placed the barbecue on the table next to Jason, gesturing for him to try it.

"Jason, my barbecue is pretty good too, you should try some," Brent chimed in.

Jason nodded at their deliberate performance and chuckled, "Eat, eat."

Knowing what the two were thinking, and with his detection abilities at his disposal, Jason was certain he wouldn't lack gold in the future. As long as Brent and Andy didn't cause trouble and their cooperation went smoothly, Jason could lead them on.

Seeing this, Ada whispered to Albert, "Dad, it seems Jason has established authority within this small group."

"That's normal, Jason has indeed made quite a few gains these past few times," Albert said with a sour tone.

The temperature in the Bering Sea was still quite low, but at Brent's request, the beer was chilled.

A bite of grilled meat and a sip of ice-cold beer made the atmosphere even more lively.

Although it was supposed to be a gathering of just a few people, neighbors and some close friends from the surrounding area gradually joined in.

Located right next to the Bering Sea, about 90 percent of the town's residents are engaged in the gold mining industry.

With the wine flowing freely and the atmosphere lively, the conversation naturally turned to Albert's recent gains.

I know quite a bit, but not knowing the exact amount still makes me very curious.

Old Hart, holding his wine glass, quietly asked, "Albert, we've been friends for so many years, you know my character. Just how much gold did you dig up this time?"

He extended his thumb and forefinger, and although he didn't say it explicitly, Old Hart still gasped.

His face was flushed, whether from excitement or anxiety, Old Hart cried out, "Albert, the coordinates, tell me the coordinates right now!"

Albert laughed, "Hahaha, old Hart, I can give you the coordinates, but there's not much gold left there."

Glancing at Jason, who was chatting with Brent and Andy, old Hart asked, "Is it rumored at sea that Jason found this gold mining spot?"

"Luck, it's all luck," Albert laughed.

After gulping down several mouthfuls of beer and calming his wildly beating heart, Old Hart didn't know what to say.

"Jason's gains weren't bad either, were they?" Although it was a question, the tone was full of certainty, especially when he saw Albert nodding with a smile. Although he was somewhat prepared, the hand holding the wine glass still jumped suddenly.

"Albert, you're really lucky, kid," old Hart exclaimed.

Although the impression of Jason as a street urchin still lingers, it's rarely used for jokes now, especially by old Hart, who has watched Jason grow up step by step.

Although Little Hart, who was chatting with Jason, didn't ask about Jason's gains, his face showed a mixture of blessings and envy.

Thinking back to Jason's invitation, Little Hart now felt a little regretful.

That's how it is in the United States. No matter what the relationship is, once you become an adult, your parents have done their job.

I can help, but let's keep things clear.

As someone who had grown up with Jason and was very close to him, Hart was somewhat taken aback by Jason's sudden change.

It's like two students, one thinking you're a bad student, only to find out it's because you're not trying hard enough!

But ultimately, I'm happy for Jason's current situation.

For everyone, there is never a shortage of topics in the Bering Sea: gold.

In particular, after Albert completed his initial target for this year, he adjusted the target for this year's gold rush season to 2000 ounces!

Drinking beer, eating barbecue, and chatting idly.

For Jason and his team, today was a very fruitful day.

However, the consequences are already evident, and many experienced gold miners are now keeping a close eye on them.

They were only speculating about Jason's initial gains, but it had already attracted a lot of attention. When the results were confirmed, he would only face more pursuit and interception.

Although it's called drinking, there's a limit, and it's all controlled.

Andy, who especially loves drinking, has put down his liquor and is also drinking less beer. He can sense Jason's dislike of alcohol.

He likes alcohol.

But he prefers gold!

He didn't want to be kicked out of the team by Jason because of alcohol.

"Jason, let's go out to sea to pan for gold again tomorrow morning!" Brent had already fallen in love with this kind of harvest and couldn't wait to start panning for gold right now.

"Okay," Jason nodded.

Those around them strained their ears, and their eyes lit up when they heard Jason's affirmative words.

"Jason," Little Hart said hesitantly, "if, I mean if, if you find another rich mining area, could you... after all, we've known each other since we were kids?"

Little Hart's voice trailed off, his confidence growing. After all, this was gold; if someone else had said that to him, he would have immediately turned on them and kicked them out.

Jason understood the implication, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded: "Okay, but I want 20%."

As in this case, although Albert was brought in to help with the mining in time, it is undeniable that some of the gold was still taken by others.

It's better to let Little Hart and his team handle this part than to let someone else take it.

Of course, this situation won't be very common.

"Thank you, Jason, thank you!" Little Hart hugged Jason tightly, overwhelmed with emotion.

Although it's only 20%, he can clearly distinguish between what's more important and what's less important.

Old Hart downed his beer in one gulp and assured Jason, "Young Jason, if you need anything, just let me know, and I'll get it done!"

"Alright, the barbecue is ready, hurry up and eat!" Lillian placed the plate on the table and called out.

Albert was surprised, but more than that, he was pleased.

In the Bering Sea region, many disputes arise due to unclear profit distribution. It's best to clarify things beforehand to avoid affecting the relationship between the two parties.

After drinking their fill and eating heartily, the atmosphere was lively, drawing envious glances from many gold prospectors passing by.

As darkness fell and the temperature gradually dropped, the gathering finally came to a halt.

They dispersed in twos and threes. Jason helped clean up the trash, then went back inside and took a hot shower to wash away the smell of alcohol.