Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 111: Facing Reality

Over the past twenty years, people have come and gone.

He had seen far too many young people who impulsively jump into the gold rush industry.

What I just said was both a warning and a piece of advice.

"Mr. William, my family has always been in this industry. As for me, I now own my own mine, and the income is quite good," Jason briefly explained his situation.

"Not bad~" William glanced at him sideways.

I thought he was just a clueless kid, but it turns out he comes from a family of gold miners.

William took a puff of his cigar, slowly exhaled, glanced sideways, and said slowly, "However, I still can't tell you."

Jason's previously expectant smile instantly froze.

Jason frowned slightly, puzzled, and said, "Mr. William, this shouldn't be a secret, right? If I apply to the local government, they should be able to find out, shouldn't they?"

"Of course, it's no secret," William grinned. "But what does that have to do with me not telling you?"

"It's your business if you can find out; it's my business whether I tell you or not."

"We're in the same industry, and you're planning to buy land around my area, so why should I tell you?"

Jason's words only made him laugh. The saying "rivals in the same trade are enemies" applies to every industry.

Regardless of whether this colleague is young or old!

As he spoke, William patted Jason on the shoulder: "Kid, don't be so naive next time. Just because you ask someone doesn't mean they have to tell you."

Watching William's departing figure, Jason chuckled and shook his head.

It's not that I don't understand, I just find my own naiveté amusing.

Everything had gone so smoothly since his rebirth. Now, after William said that, he wasn't angry; he just realized how things were going for him.

Although William said that the surrounding area had been explored and that areas with high gold content had been bought, Jason did not believe this claim.

As for how to verify it, it's very simple: just consult the relevant local authorities about the local land situation. It just takes a little more time.

Now that it was confirmed that there was gold here, and a significant amount at that, there was no point in staying any longer, so Jason headed straight back.

"Angol, you're busy."

Back at the hotel, Jason immediately recounted what had happened that day.

Angel patted his chest and assured them, "No problem, I'll go to the relevant departments here to retrieve the relevant documents right away."

After a pause, Angell carefully chose his words and said, "However, boss, normally, once gold is discovered in a place, the price of land in the surrounding area will rise significantly."

"I understand that, but as long as there's gold, anything is negotiable!"

"clear!"

Having said that, Angel didn't say anything more and drove out of town, heading straight for his destination.

Sitting under the eaves of the hotel, gazing into the distance, Jason felt even more excited.

Instead of going out for a stroll, Jason simply ordered a coffee and some food, and sat there enjoying this brief moment of leisure.

Before long, Ada and her two companions returned, each carrying two cases of beer and several bags full of plastic. Clearly, after wandering around for so long, they hadn't found a place to drink in the town.

Jason joked, "Are you guys planning to drink until you drop?"

"No way, it's just six cases of beer, and there are so many of us," Little Hart said, shaking the two cases of beer in his hand.

Ada and Corinna didn't say anything, but simply placed their beers under the eaves extending outside the hotel.

Ada plopped down in a chair and said with some disdain, "This town is really desolate. There isn't even a bar to drink in. It's not as good as the Bering Sea area."

Corinna wiped the sweat from her forehead and said speechlessly, "Hurry up and chill the beer, it's unbearably hot in Australia!"

"I'll go, I'll go!"

After tossing the snacks and beer into the house and refrigerator, he looked around and asked in confusion, "Where's Angell? I haven't seen him."

"He went to the relevant departments here to look for information." Jason then briefly told them what had happened that day.

His response was met with three indescribable expressions: three parts helplessness, three parts frustration, and four parts stunned.

*Smack!*

A slap landed on his face, and little Hart closed his eyes tightly, hoping it was all a dream.

Corinna's face contorted slightly as she slumped into a chair, saying weakly, "Jason, it hasn't been that long, are we going to have to leave again?"

Ada didn't speak, but the muscles around her eyes twitched slightly, and she unconsciously rubbed her waist.

"No, we're looking for gold, okay? What's wrong with you guys?"

They were incredibly excited when they set off, but now that they've finally caught a glimpse of the gold, their behavior has made Jason laugh in exasperation.

"Jason, it's not that we don't like gold, it's just that my butt is being bounced around like it's going to split into eight pieces!" Little Hart pitifully turned his butt toward Jason, standing up for him.

"Get lost!"

Jason raised his foot and kicked.

"You'll have plenty of time to rest, so don't worry."

Although Hart and his two companions did not refute Jason's statement, their half-dead faces clearly showed their disbelief.

The group slumped in their chairs, too tired to move, and made the most of their time to rest.

As evening approached, the setting sun painted the horizon a deep red.

Three photographers, two bodyguards, and Jason set up a barbecue grill in the open space in front of the hotel.

The charcoal fire flickered in the breeze, the fat dripping from the pork chops sizzling, and wisps of smoke, carrying the aroma of meat and the smell of cooking, wafted through the air.

As night falls, twinkling stars slowly emerge in the sky.

On the main road, accompanied by a deep rumble, beams of light pierced through the gaps in the dense forest and shone on everyone's faces.

For the town, this is when business truly begins!

Especially the hotels and restaurants; as cars turned into the town, the once quiet town became a bit noisier.

Jason and his team, who were filming and grilling meat at the same time, unintentionally became the focus of everyone's attention.

Some people stopped to watch, some didn't care, but the bolder ones went up and greeted them directly.

"Hey, are you guys filming a food show?"

"Yes, it smells delicious! Your cooking skills seem quite good!"

"Hey buddy, which celebrity are you? I've never seen you guys on TV before!"

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The people around them were all talking at once, while Jason and his friends, who were surrounded in the middle, looked helpless.

Interrupting the questions and discussions of the crowd, Jason explained loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we're not filming a food show. The barbecue is just for our own consumption. As for the cameras, they're just for recording our lives."

"Let's disperse, let's disperse."

"Let's go, they clearly don't welcome us."

"Take a rest while you can, you have to drive tomorrow~"

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, no longer wanting to make a fool of themselves.

"Dad, shouldn't we use a video camera to record life? Isn't that more convenient? Why do they need this kind of camera?"

"Shh, son, don't speak loudly. Those uncles aren't quite right in the head."

"Oh, I see."

Although the father and son spoke in hushed tones, their conversation was still clearly heard by everyone.

Hart and the others suppressed their laughter, their eyes constantly glancing at Jason, making Jason feel his face burning.

"Jason, that's such a lame excuse, hahaha," Ada tried to suppress her laughter, but in the end she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Not far away, Cass and his team, who were filming with cameras, also laughed. It was the first time they had heard such a statement.

The cameras were called video recorders, which is the most misunderstood they have ever been.

"Alright, alright," Jason waved his hand and buried his head in the barbecue grill in his hands.

It's just a matter of losing face; so what if you lose it? It's not a big deal!

In my past life, bowing my head and snorting was far more shameful than this!

Jason took a deep breath, and his complexion returned to normal.

Night fell, the Milky Way shone brightly, and the campfire flickered, accompanied by the aroma of roasting meat.

Laughter, beer, and barbecue filled the air, and the lively atmosphere lasted until midnight.