Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

"Jason, well done!!!"

"Jason, is Doka so scared he peed his pants?"

"It's on me, Jason. You absolutely have to come for a drink."

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Once ashore, some of the gold prospectors, who had been plagued by Doca, celebrated loudly with Jason.

They had no way to deal with that old hyena, Doka; they couldn't drive him away, and could only watch helplessly as he took away the gold that should have been theirs.

It wasn't that no one came to Doka with a gun, but the result was exactly the same.

Doka continued to do as it pleased, running rampant in the Bering Sea.

When the news of Jason's dismissal of Doka reached them, they didn't believe it. But when the news was confirmed, the gold miners who had been exploited by Doka were instantly excited.

So even doca has its limitations!

"It's nothing, nothing, nothing at all," Jason replied modestly, while Andy and Brent beside him held their heads high, looking proud.

The discussion and heated debate reached Doka and his family. Doka's face remained unchanged, but his three sons looked resentful.

"Damn it, this time I've really been stepped on."

Doka smiled at his son's complaints and didn't try to persuade him further.

What does it matter if he's trampled underfoot? He only cares about gold. Once he gets his hands on the gold, he doesn't care about anything else.

They haven't gone out to sea to pan for gold these past few days, since the equipment broke down and needs repair. Besides, since Jason offered to pay, they won't insist on not accepting compensation.

After Jason and his crew returned, Doka said to his second son, "Nal, you're coming with me to Jason's house."

Doka's eldest son quickly ran back into the house, and when he came out again, he had picked up a gun.

"I'll go too."

Doka gritted his teeth and said speechlessly, "Go my ass! It's just me and Nar, and put that damn gun away!"

Doka's eldest son held a gun, his face full of defiance, but Doka's aura over the years still intimidated him.

Inside the separation plant, Lillian was calculating the gold share with the ship charterer.

"Holy crap, Doka, this kid actually came knocking on our door?!"

"That's normal. Doka isn't the type to just let things slide."

"This is going to be good!"

"Don't get too excited, whose side will you take if a fight breaks out?"

The crowd stared at the speaker as if he were an idiot. "Is that even a question? If a fight breaks out, I'll have to go in and kick him a couple of times too."

"Only two people came, and they didn't seem to be here to cause trouble."

Lillian immediately became alert upon seeing the two, Doka and his companion, suddenly appear in the heavy snow.

While on shore, Lillian had heard about her son's feat and remained vigilant ever since Doka and the others returned.

Doka and the others didn't come to the door while Jason was away, but they came as soon as Jason returned. Clearly, this was not a casual visit.

"Doka, what are you doing here?!" Lillian demanded, her hand on her gun. Once she sensed something was wrong, she didn't care about anything else.

Hearing the commotion, Jason and his two companions stepped out from the crowd, their eyes fixed on Doka and his companion.

Knowing my reputation is bad, is it necessary to be this nervous? Besides, I'm the victim, okay?!

"Jason, you should pay me back for the boat repairs." Ignoring Lillian, Doka took out the detailed expense list for the boat repairs.

The tense atmosphere instantly relaxed.

He took the expense details, glanced at them, and nodded.

All expenses were within reasonable limits, with no major discrepancies.

He handed the report to his mother, Lillian, and said, "Mom, give him the money. Just deduct it from my gold."

Lillian didn't say much, but checked the numbers on the report and handed it over.

Doka didn't even look at it, just stuffed the money into his pocket, and was about to leave when Nar spoke up.

"Jason, you have to compensate us for the losses we've suffered these past few days."

Jason, who was about to continue separating the gold, was instantly amused by this remark. He turned his head to look at Doka to see what he was thinking.

"Go home," Doka said coldly, slapping his son on the head.

The atmosphere became cheerful, especially when Nar was grabbed by the back of his neck and dragged away by his clothes, the onlookers burst out laughing.

Jason doesn't consider himself a bad person.

But Jason doesn't mind using this unethical but effective method when dealing with bad people.

A gold prospector who had been panning for gold in the Bering Sea for over a decade gave Jason a thumbs-up: "Jason, you're the one."

"What's the big deal? If I had money, I could do the same thing," the dissenting voices murmured.

After the crowd dispersed, and only Jason, his two companions, and the photographer remained in the separation warehouse, Lillian approached.

"Jason, Doka isn't the type to let things slide. You'll have to be more careful when you go out to sea in the future." Lillian knew Doka fairly well, which was why she was worried.

"Don't worry, Mom, everything will be alright."

Jason wasn't worried. If Dorka and his gang really came again, Jason wouldn't mind teaching them another lesson.

If the equipment breaks down once, the repair time is very long, and during that time you can forget about going overseas to make money again.

He believed that unless Doka was an idiot, he wouldn't bother him again.

Next, the separation process was carried out, and the gold-containing sand was separated to reveal the glittering gold.

Inside the separation plant, a fireplace is burning.

Outside, snow was falling heavily.

From the time the snowflakes began to fall until now, even though it's daytime, the weather is still foggy and the sun is nowhere to be seen.

Once the separation and drying were complete, everyone in the warehouse gathered around the electronic scale.

"200 ounces!"

"300 ounces!"

Amidst Jason and Andy's excited shouts, it finally stopped at 324.2 ounces.

The detection rate was much higher than Jason's, but that's normal, since it hasn't been purified yet.

Not only Jason, but even Albert and Old Hart's harvests were abnormal.

There were too many, so many that they began to doubt themselves and their very existence.

Even the hyenas in the Bering Sea have made a fortune this year, especially in the second half of the gold rush season, and they've benefited from following in Albert's footsteps.

Especially after it was revealed that Jason had discovered these locations, his nickname "Lucky Boy" gradually spread.

Now, Jason is the first target for anyone going out to sea to pan for gold in the Bering Sea, followed by Albert and Old Hart. This has created quite a stir in the Bering Sea.

When Jason learned of this nickname, he simply smiled and didn't take it to heart.

The gold rush season is short, lasting only three months. During this time, Jason earned many nicknames, such as "Bering Sea Street Wanderer" and "Gold Rush King".

This time it's just that it's "Lucky Boy".

After packing their things and dividing their portions for Andy and Brent, they went home.

The most important thing now is to rest. Working day and night on the Bering Sea has pushed everyone's spirits to the limit.

Jason handed the gold to his mother, Lillian, ate a few bites of his sandwich, took a hot shower, and then pounced on the bed.

The Bering Sea is inherently a mix of aridity and excitement, creating a stark contrast.

Although Jason and his friends are resting, the news of today's events will spread quickly, adding to the amusement of the conversation.

At sea, Albert and his crew are working hard to pan for gold, operating around the clock.

Albert, who had already finished his gold rush for the year, quickly hired one or two crew members after the fishing season opened in order to speed things up.

Like Albert, old Hart also recruited two crew members.

Why didn't we recruit crew members in the first place? Firstly, crew members already had fixed fleets, and secondly, their original income was not high, so we didn't want to add another person to the expenses.

At sea, snow removal workers clear snow, excavators operate excavators, each performing their duties, with equipment running non-stop and workers taking turns resting.

"I've been panning for gold for years, and I've never seen so much gold before."

"Albert, I want a cut of the profits! I want a cut of the profits! I don't want the base salary anymore!"

Albert, with a cigar dangling from his lips and puffing out smoke, refused without hesitation: "Forget about it. It's just the base salary. There are plenty of people who want to join my crew."

Albert strolled around on the ship.

"This is what gold mining is all about!" Albert exclaimed, comparing it to the backbreaking labor he used to do.