pjbooks Chapter 24: Zhang Shou Shang Lao Nuobo
Chapter 24: Zhang Shou Shang Lao Nuobo
The first voyage yielded 337.9 ounces. After deducting 3.4 ounces for Jebrent, Jason's net income was 334.5 ounces.
The second voyage yielded 429 ounces, of which Brent received 4.3 ounces, for a net income of 424.7 ounces.
The third voyage yielded 711.4 ounces, with the cooperative share being 105.28 ounces. Brent and Jayendi each received 8.2 ounces, resulting in a net income of 800.28 ounces.
The fourth voyage yielded 106.35 ounces, which Brent and Jason split 1.1 ounces each, resulting in a net income of 106.15 ounces.
The fifth voyage yielded 337.6 ounces, with the cooperative share being 129.2 ounces and Brent and Andy each receiving 3.4 ounces, resulting in a net income of 460 ounces.
Total gold yield to date: 2125.63 ounces
Of which, cooperative income was 214.48 ounces.
The Lillian, a money-making ship, earned: 1911.15 ounces.
Its own detection capabilities have also been greatly improved.
探测範围从5米升级到了12米，探测深度从5米升级到了8米，升级耗费1000盎司整。
Detection range: 12 meters (upgradeable: 1 meter for every 100 ounces)
[Detection depth: 8 meters (upgradeable to 100 ounces, or 1 meter higher)]
[Estimated weight: 0 ounces]
[Upgradeable gold ounces: 911.15 ounces]
[Note: Gold does not absorb energy; it is only used for upgrading purposes, and its value remains unaffected.]
[Note: Only gold discovered through exploration using one's own methods is of useful value.]
Although the gold produced through collaboration is not considered as mined by oneself and cannot be used to upgrade abilities, its value is not diminished.
Jason looked at the table recording his gains, and then at the improvement in his detection abilities; his smile stretched almost to the back of his head.
Keep in mind that this was 05. Even at the lowest gold price of $440 per ounce, Jason's earnings would be close to $100 million.
At this time, the US dollar was very strong, and its purchasing power was truly astonishing.
The gold rush season is now halfway over, and if nothing unexpected happens, Jason's income will increase significantly in the remaining time.
The next morning, Lillian, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking every bit the strong woman, held up a report and asked curiously, "Jason, what are you planning to do with all this money?"
"I plan to buy gold mining equipment," Jason said firmly.
Lillian was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Jason, are you building your own gold-digging ship?"
"No, Mom," Jason shook his head. "Mom, the restrictions here in the Bering Sea are too great. I want to go somewhere where I can pan for gold year-round."
"Alright Jason, you can have your own ideas," Lillian shrugged, not saying anything more to Jason who had already succeeded.
Ellie suddenly appeared out of nowhere, blinking her bright eyes expectantly, and asked, "Brother Jason, can you buy me some snacks and toys?"
"Hahaha, of course you can," Jason nodded, but added with a smile, "but Mom has to agree first."
Under Lillian's stern gaze, Ellie lowered her head and said dejectedly, "Forget it then~"
Lillian asked, "Jason, are you going out to sea to pan for gold later?"
"We're not going out to sea. I checked the weather forecast for the last few days, and it's not very good," Jason shook his head, his tone helpless.
Lillian suggested, "Why don't you come with me to the gold recycler later? We also need to purchase some supplies."
"no problem"
He had few memories of gold recyclers, and he also wanted to check the current recycling prices.
The pickup truck sped by, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Alaska is known for its ruggedness and abundant wildlife, not to mention the gold it carries; people there almost always carry a gun when they go out.
The gold recycler was not far away, in another town, and was a local.
Cass and the camera crew followed, and the cameras kept rolling.
They stopped in front of a rather simple house, and at Lillian's instruction, Jason got out of the car carrying a bottle containing gold.
Pushing open the door, the interior appears much more streamlined.
"Old Norbo, you've gotten even bigger and stronger."
"Haha, Lillian, you're getting nicer and nicer with your words."
"This must be little Jason, it's been so long!"
Both of them hugged old Norbo.
Old Nobo was very enthusiastic. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit, his beard was white, and his hair was messy and unkempt.
The joints on his palms were thick and calloused, with prominent veins showing through the exposed skin.
He was muscular and strong.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries and an explanation of their purpose, Jason handed over the bottle containing the gold.
He poured the gold into the scale, looked at the whole number on it, and confirmed, "Two hundred ounces, this number is correct, isn't it?"
"That's right"
Lillian and Jason nodded. The numbers were accurate. After all, reputation is very important in gold recycling, and they wouldn't tamper with them.
"By the way, Lillian, this gold wouldn't happen to belong to the famous Jason, would it?" Old Nobo joked.
Jason remained unmoved and gave a polite smile.
Jason has long since become immune to the jokes.
"Old Norbo, you've broken the rules. You should know that the most important thing for a gold recycler is not to ask where the gold came from," Lillian reminded him.
Old Nobo's smile faltered, and he said helplessly, "Lillian, can't you satisfy an old man's curiosity a little?"
The camera remained silent, faithfully recording everything.
"Alright, old Nobo, hurry up and smelt it. We still need to go buy supplies later," Lillian urged old Nobo to speed things up.
"Don't worry," he said, putting on his protective gear and starting to smelt the metal in front of them.
The gas cylinder was opened, and blue flames shot out from the nozzle of the spray gun. The gold particles were melted in the crucible and gradually turned into a reddish-brown solution.
Use crucible tongs to pick it up and slowly pour it into the cube mold.
As the temperature dropped, old Nobo removed the gold from the module and held it with pliers.
With a soft "pop," wisps of steam rose up.
Old Nobo's operation was so smooth and fluid, it was like art, with not a single step superfluous.
Everything was done right before Jason and his team's eyes, completely transparent.
Soon, a large gold brick appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was golden and very eye-catching.
"Ninety-six percent purity, looks like my technique is pretty good. The current gold price is $490 per ounce."
Then, he performed some calculations on the computer.
He muttered to himself, "After purification, it's 199.5 ounces. Based on a purity of 96%, and a gold price of 493 US dollars per ounce..."
"The price is 94419.36 yuan per square meter. Calculate it and see if it's correct."
Lillian took out her own calculator, and after a few quick clicks, nodded to old Norbert.
"Old Norbo, no problem."
Although old Norbo explained it very clearly, Lillian still dared not be careless. She only dared to confirm it after calculating it twice herself and getting the same result.
"OK, cash or check?"
"All cash is fine."
Lillian instructed Jason, "Jason, go to the car and bring the money counter over."
Old Nobo, who was checking the money, was both amused and exasperated: "Lillian, how long have we been working together?"
"Old Norbo, we'd better be cautious," Lillian said, unmoved; that was her principle.
She plugged it in, and a whooshing sound rang out. When the last US dollar bill was dispensed from the money counter, Lillian checked the amount and nodded in satisfaction.
Looking at the dozen or so stacks of banknotes stuffed into his handbag, the photographer Kyle gritted his teeth in envy.
He had come to realize the formidable strength of these gold prospectors.
They casually spend tens of thousands of US dollars; they're practically treating money like it's nothing.
Although, from Jason's perspective on the future, the current price is pitifully low compared to the price ten years from now.
Although it is also a hard currency, it is still more convenient to exchange it for US dollars for daily life and purchasing supplies.
"Jason, here's a piece of advice: never underestimate the madness of gold prospectors."
"And, I look forward to your next visit."
Old Norbo had high hopes for the famous Jason, which is how gold recyclers make their money.
"Thank you, old Norbo."
"Kid, you should call Nobo Grandpa."
After a brief chat, Lillian and Jason said goodbye to old Nobo.
There are many supplies to purchase, and they are scattered, requiring visits to many places. We must set off as soon as possible.