Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Xing Ronghua, in particular, never stopped smiling.

Li Guoming was a bit better off, since he had been there longer and was used to it.

When making stir-fried noodles, the twice-cooked pork is added the fastest, while the shredded potatoes are added a little slower, mainly because the fork is difficult to handle!

Brent, in particular, was the most pathetic. He used a fork to twirl the potato shreds, and after finally managing to roll up a little bit, he carefully put it into his mouth, afraid of dropping it.

Jason, on the other hand, didn't have so many worries and started working with chopsticks.

Well, the taste is indeed very good and suits Western tastes, but it's not quite the same as authentic Chinese food. But, as long as it tastes good, that's fine.

With pizza and fried noodles, and twice-cooked pork and hot and sour shredded potatoes as side dishes, it can be considered a true merger of Huaxi!

"tasty!"

Brent ate until his stomach was bulging, burped, and gave Xing Ronghua and the other person a thumbs up.

"Thanks"

Xing Ronghua responded with a thumbs-up, which is the highest praise a chef can receive.

"It tastes great! Welcome to the mine!"

"My name is Andy, and your Chinese food is delicious!"

The others also gave Xing Ronghua a thumbs up, praising her continuously.

Even the construction workers were completely won over after trying Chinese cuisine.

As the praise grew, Xing Ronghua became somewhat embarrassed.

The two dishes he made weren't exactly traditional Chinese cuisine; he had made quite a few modifications during the preparation. But he never expected that they would amaze these people so much.

All I can say is that these foreigners, whose daily lives consist of nothing more than frying or deep-frying, have never really eaten anything refined.

After a while, the fried potatoes and pizza were eaten the least, while the stir-fried noodles and stir-fried vegetables were eaten the most.

After lunch, each carrying a water bottle or mineral water, they returned to their work stations and resumed their work.

Xing Ronghua and Li Guoming were cleaning up the tableware.

Li Guoming exclaimed, "Old Xing, you're really lucky!"

I thought he was from the same hometown and we got along well, so I brought him here to make a living. Who would have thought that I would end up finding such a low-paying job thanks to him?

Li Guoming was filled with complex emotions.

"Old Li, if you hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have such a good job." Xing Ronghua was very grateful to Li Guoming for bringing him here, and there was no reason for him to feel superior because he found the job.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. We'll keep our brotherhood in our hearts!"

He remembered this incident; actions speak louder than words.

The two quickly finished cleaning up the dishes and then prepared the ingredients for dinner, chopping and preparing everything so they could cook when it was almost time.

The two divided the tasks, and everything proceeded smoothly!

Xing Ronghua, in particular, started making desserts. Although Jason said he wasn't in a hurry, he still enjoyed the feeling of being busy.

A monthly salary of 4000 US dollars, converted to Chinese yuan, amounts to more than 30,000 yuan a month. This was something he never dared to dream of before, and he didn't want to lose this job.

While the two were busy, Jason grabbed his fishing rod, drove his pickup truck, and headed straight for the lake.

"Jason, speed up, speed up!"

Ellie, who was traveling with them, sat in the passenger seat, her face full of excitement, letting her true nature shine through.

As one of only two idle people in the mine, they can't help with anything, and their greatest pleasure is playing.

Although Jason brought her out, he still laid down some rules for her. Even though she was not young, she was in the wilderness, and her safety was not an issue that could be ignored.

After driving for nearly forty minutes, Jason finally arrived at the lake that the locals had mentioned.

The lake was a deep blue, and birds would occasionally swoop down, splashing ripples on its calm, mirror-like surface.

The trees surrounding the lake are lush and green, and through the dense foliage, one can vaguely see many bird nests, from which the chicks begging for food can be heard.

This lake isn't very big; it's about the size of a football field.

Thanks to the lake's environmental protection efforts, otherwise, given its location, it would have been drained by gold miners to wash the ore long ago.

Around the lake, many elderly people sat in the shade of trees, fishing with their rods.

Without saying hello, Jason pulled Ellie to a shady spot, tapped the taller grass with a stick, and then set up a chair in a flat place.

"Here, this is mosquito repellent. Apply it quickly."

The scenery by the lake is indeed beautiful, but as the weather gets warmer, mosquitoes are starting to appear, especially by the lake, which becomes a breeding ground for mosquitoes.

Ellie looked at the lake, her eyes full of anticipation, and asked, "Jason, can I play in the water?"

Jason refused without hesitation: "Forget it. If you dare to play in the water, I won't take you to the city in a few days."

"Oh"

Jason knew all too well what Ellie was thinking; she wanted to run wild, but that was absolutely impossible!

As the saying goes, those who drown are often the best swimmers!

Jason casts the line, the hook hitting the water and splashing ripples, but his eyes are constantly fixed on Ellie.

Don't be fooled by Ellie's seemingly agreeable attitude; he doesn't believe she'll be that obedient.

Ellie didn't care about anything else. She had finally gotten out and no one was watching over her, so she completely let loose and let her true nature shine through.

"Grandpa, how many fish have you caught? Can I see them?" Before I knew it, Ellie had darted over to the fisherman next to her.

Fisherman Byrne looked at the little girl squatting beside him and asked with a smile, "You're not a kid from around here, are you? Where are you from?"

As a local resident, he knew a lot about the things happening around him, but he had never seen this little girl before, so she was obviously not a local resident.

"I'm from the Bering Sea," Ellie replied, her eyes fixed on the fish basket.

"Haha, alright, let me show you the fish I caught." Byrne pulled out the fish basket, his tone somewhat smug. For a fisherman, the greatest pride is always catching a big fish and showing it off.

Jason also arrived here without knowing why, but he didn't say anything and just waited quietly.

Jason didn't recognize the old man, but he could tell that the old man meant no harm. Since the old man was willing to communicate with Ellie, he wouldn't spoil the conversation.

Wow! What a big fish!

A fish over a meter long splashed water in the fish basket, making Ellie's mouth drop open in astonishment.

Jason looked at the old man in front of him with some surprise. He didn't expect that this old man with gray hair could catch such a big fish.

Byrne said with a hint of pride, "It took me almost an hour to catch this, isn't that amazing?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Ellie nodded her little head, making Bourne even happier.

"Grandpa, can you give this to me? This fish is absolutely delicious!" Ellie unconsciously swallowed a few times, clearly already imagining how the fish would turn into a delicacy.

"Ellie, you can't be so rude," Jason said, apologizing to the old man.

Bourne waved his hand at Jason's apology, and seeing the slight disappointment in Ellie's eyes, said generously, "It's yours."

Ellie hesitated, "Really?!"

"Of course it's true."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Ellie jumped up and anxiously said to Jason, "Jason, hurry, hurry, get the fish in the car! I want to eat fish!"

As he spoke, he unconsciously swallowed, which made Jason and the old man laugh.

Jason extended his hand and introduced himself to the old man, "Jason Wilson, you can just call me Jason."

"Bourne Rossell, you can just call me Bourne," Bourne said, extending his hand for a handshake.

After looking Jason up and down, Byrne said, "You're the kid who bought the Nobel mine, aren't you? You're quite capable at such a young age."

There were sighs, reflections, and shock.

"Is it really that profitable in the Bering Sea now?" Byrne asked, puzzled, since buying a mine wasn't a small amount of money.

Jason shook his head. "It's not a good place to pan for gold in the Bering Sea either. There was a huge storm this year, and a lot of people died."

"No wonder"

Bourne suddenly realized that although gold panning at sea required less investment, the risks were indeed much greater than those on land. It was not hard to understand why Jason had switched to land-based gold panning.

Seeing that Bourne had misunderstood, Jason did not explain.

"Old man, are you also in the gold mining industry?" Since you are so familiar with the gold mining industry in this area, you must know a lot about it.

Although it was a question, the tone was very confident.

Byrne chuckled, his tone slightly sarcastic: "Yes, my mine is not far from yours."

"Uh," Jason chuckled awkwardly, surprised that the old man was actually his neighbor.

After the awkward moment, Jason inquired about the situation: "Old man, I'd like to ask if you have any connections with mining rigs? I'm planning to buy one."

Byrne looked Jason up and down, surprised. "Didn't that kid Nobe leave the mining rig behind? Why are you buying another one?"

Jason replied, "One mining rig is too slow."

This reply made Byrne's lips twitch a few times. Looking at Jason, who still looked very young, he couldn't help but offer some advice.

"Kid, although I don't know how much your mine has detected, in my experience you're a bit too hasty."

"For mining farms, more machinery isn't necessarily better; suitability is the most important factor."

"You must have spent a lot of money buying the mine, right? There are the ongoing costs for workers' wages, fuel expenses, mining costs, and so on."

"You have to calculate the input and output carefully yourself, otherwise the bigger the operation, the greater the risk of bankruptcy."

These words can be considered well-intentioned and earnest advice.

Considering it was their first meeting, the fact that Bourne was able to offer such advice shows that he has a particularly kind heart.

"Don't worry, old man, I have a lot of confidence in myself." Jason's main goal was to avoid taxes. Converting money into tangible goods was better than having a tax bill!

Jason was still grateful for Bourne's advice.

Byrne shook his head helplessly and stopped trying to persuade him.

In his view, Jason was just a hothead who would only learn his lesson after suffering a loss.