Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

The next morning, Jason, for once, didn't sleep in and got out of bed early.

I took a sandwich from the insulated box and ate it as I walked toward the already bustling mining area.

"Nuoan, speed up, you're too slow on your end."

"Miguel, be careful when feeding the material into the feed chute, and make sure you don't throw in any large stones."

"Little Hart, stay away from the mining rig if you don't have to, be careful."

Swail directed operations from the surrounding area, and after a brief period of chaos, the entire mine got back on track.

Material transport vehicles and excavators deliver materials.

Water pumps deliver water, and the ore washing machine roars.

Under the influence of gravity, the gold-rich soil is trapped by the gold-collecting trough due to the vibration of the vibrating screen and the scouring of the water.

Swail picked up a gold pan and collected a basin of tailings water discharged from the end of the gold pan.

After his hands shook the pan rhythmically, a scene he didn't want to see appeared in the gold pan.

A few specks of gold appeared in the gold pan, clearly indicating that some gold had been lost during the panning process!

"Damn it!"

"Stop! Stop!"

While shouting into the walkie-talkie, Swell had already pressed the stop button on the mining machine.

"What's going on?" Albert ran over, ignoring Jason standing to the side, and asked directly.

Swell frowned, looking the ore washing machine up and down, and said in a serious tone, "Gold is being lost, and we still don't know where the problem lies."

"That's not right, this problem didn't occur during the last smelting," Ada said, arriving at the smelting machine with a puzzled look on her face.

It has already been washed twice; if there were going to be a problem, it should have happened long ago.

Moreover, the mining machine has not been moved, so this problem should not have occurred.

The group investigated the problem, even bringing out a spirit level, thinking it was caused by the tilt.

The skill level is fine.

The vibrating screen can operate normally.

The chances of a gold-plating trough having problems after being washed twice are slim.

After much investigation, Swell decided to learn by doing and picked up the walkie-talkie, saying, "Miguel, send another shovelful of soil after I turn it on."

When the machine roared to life again, Swail couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"The water flow is too fast; just slow down the water pump's speed."

The problem itself isn't serious, but the consequences could be significant. If it hadn't been detected and continued operating this way, the loss of gold would have been substantial.

With everyone in their respective positions, the entire mine began to operate again.

Jason stood to the side without saying a word from beginning to end.

"Boss, if you're not busy, you should go back and rest," Swail said, looking at Jason who was standing to the side eating a sandwich and seemed to be doing nothing.

Jason was completely bewildered.

He's the boss, why would he think I'm in his way?

"Boss, I didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

Before Swail could finish speaking, Jason interrupted him, shrugging and saying, "Don't say anything more, I understand."

A normal young person would probably explode upon hearing this, but Jason is just not normal.

"Alright, you keep an eye on the mine, I won't cause any more trouble here." Jason patted Swail on the shoulder and walked away from the work area.

Jason knows his own situation well, and he has a fairly clear understanding of himself.

Besides, it's all for work, there's no need to get angry.

Time flies, and the teamwork among everyone becomes more and more seamless.

The morning passed just like that.

When the water pump was turned off, the roar of the ore washing machine also stopped abruptly as Swell pressed the shutdown button.

"My God! Gold, so much gold!"

"Yes! This time I definitely gained a lot!"

"Swell, hurry, hurry, get started!"

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As the water flowed out of the gold-plating trough, the densely packed gold particles inside instantly excited those around.

Swail grinned and called out to the two, "Albert, Ada, get ready to collect the gold."

First, use a brush to brush the visible gold particles from the gold plating trough into the bucket. Then, remove the gold plating trough from the top and carefully roll up the felt from the bottom and stuff it into the bucket.

After screwing the cap on, Swail handed it directly to Jason, who was standing to the side.

"Everyone, those who need to eat, hurry up and eat; those who need to take care of their personal needs, hurry up and take care of them. We'll start washing in half an hour."

Jason declined to comment on Swail's arrangements.

Especially in the gold mining industry, the experience of the elderly is often gained from practice, so it's better for an outsider like yourself not to get involved.

Those who want to eat, eat; those who want to solve their physiological problems, solve their physiological problems.

Half an hour later, everyone was in their positions with their own water bottles.

With a command from Swell, the roar of the machines filled the mining area once again!

Jason wasn't idle either. He carried a bucket filled with gold particles and felt to the workshop and, with the help of his mother Lillian, began separating the gold.

This time, the gold panning process was different from the previous two. At Swail's suggestion, the machine was stopped every three hours.

The main problem is that the gold content in the mine is too high. If the mine continues to shut down every two or three days as before, it will easily lead to gold loss.

This can be considered Swail's experience and a summary of his previous two gold rush experiences.

While Jason was separating the gold, Corinna and Eric also came to the workshop.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd and the cameras, tiny gold particles were separated, revealing a shimmering golden expanse.

After all, it only took a morning to clean up, and Jason and Lillian's work progressed quickly.

"Hey, when did you guys get here?" Jason asked in confusion as he brushed the gold into the frying pan and saw Corinna and the other person beside him.

Corinna rolled her eyes. "We arrived a while ago. We didn't want to bother you since you were busy."

Eric smiled but didn't say anything, which was his response.

"Wait a minute, I'm not finished yet," Jason said, gesturing to the frying pan in his hand.

"I think it's about twenty ounces, Eric, what do you think?" Corinna guessed, looking at the frying pan in Jason's hand.

Eric glanced at it and said, "It should be around thirty ounces."

"Jason, the gold content in your mine is off the charts!"

Corinna stared intently at the gold that Jason was drying in his hands, murmuring to herself, her eyes filled with envy.

Jason glanced at Corinna sideways, said nothing, and stirred the pan with a spoon, speeding up the drying process.

The mother, Lillian, didn't say anything, but simply moved the electronic scale aside.

The drying process is very fast; the moisture evaporates in about ten minutes, and the spoon moves around in the golden liquid, making a rustling sound.

"All done," Jason said, taking the frying pan off the stove with a click.

Corinna watched eagerly, urging, "Quick, quick, let me see how much gold there is!"

Eric and Lillian watched without urging them on.

Jason carefully poured the contents of the bottle into the electronic scale after zeroing it.

"31.7 ounces!"

When the numbers stopped, Corinna screamed instantly.

Eric, standing to the side, was also stunned, staring blankly at the numbers on the electronic scale.

Lillian smiled and nodded, not too excited, as she had already prepared herself mentally.

"31.7 ounces in three hours, that's 10 ounces of gold per hour, 240 ounces a day, and over a month... wow!"

Corinna's eyes widened instantly when she did the math, her face filled with disbelief.

Jason chuckled at the algorithm, then said irritably, "Corinna, are you kidding me? Do you think this algorithm is appropriate?"

"Putting everything else aside, removing the topsoil layer takes time, troubleshooting equipment malfunctions takes time, and cleaning the gold also takes time."

"That alone is one thing, but the gold content of the soil is quite different!"

Corinna didn't care about anything else; the gold was right in front of her, and it was the result of just three hours.

Eric, standing to the side, swallowed hard. He knew Jason had made a considerable amount of gold, and he had heard Brent mention it, but the sight of over thirty ounces of gold in three hours still felt unreal to Eric.

"Damn it, Jason, I'm jealous."

Clutching the bottle of gold to her chest, Corinna was reluctant to let go.

The cameras faithfully recorded everything. Cass and his crew, who had been filming Jason from the beginning, were already used to it, but the cameramen who had been filming Corinna and the newly transferred cameramen found it hard to believe.

When did gold mining become so easy?!

He looked at Cass questioningly, but all he got in return was a nod from Cass, followed by a disdainful look that seemed like he was making a fuss over nothing and had never seen anything like it before.

Their excellent professionalism suppressed their curiosity. Although they had heard about Jason's considerable achievements during filming, the sheer numbers were far less impressive than the sight of gleaming gold right before their eyes.

"Alright, hug me if you want, just remember to give it to my mom later," Jason said, wiping his hands and ignoring the two of them.

He had only eaten a sandwich in the morning and hadn't had lunch yet, so he was already starving.