Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 57: Embarking on a Journey to China

"Little Hart, the excavator is leaking oil!"

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

"Little Hart, the bulldozer won't start!"

"Use the other one for now, I'll check it out in a bit."

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In just two days, various minor problems kept occurring. Fortunately, there were fewer people than machines, so if one machine broke down, another one would be used.

Albert and Old Hart couldn't resist getting involved these past few days, so they drove excavators and bulldozers to help out.

Jason paid Albert and Old Hart with 20% of the revenue from the Bering Sea, which motivated them even more.

Seeing Andy's actions, Swail reminded him, "Andy, don't mix the top layer of soil with the bedrock. Just throw some large rocks aside with the excavator first, so the ore washing machine can work better later."

"Don't worry," Andy assured him, then manipulated the excavator to throw a large rock aside.

They were all greenhorns at land-based gold panning, and not very skilled at the operations. For safety reasons, Jason stipulated that they could only pan for gold during the day and stop working at night.

During the day, three excavators and one bulldozer moved soil like ants carrying food.

Dust flew everywhere, and machines roared.

Swail also joined the rotation, and once everyone was on track, he began working as a driver.

As for Jason, he was sitting under the eaves, flipping through a geology book, with a map he had marked on the table.

Although four scenarios have been identified that could lead to this situation in the mine, Jason still wants to confirm further.

"Why don't we ask a university?" This idea lingered in Jason's mind for a long time.

Given the current situation, it would probably take quite a while to figure it out by learning on your own.

Entering the industry in one year, becoming an expert in three years.

Although he has the ability to detect gold, Jason still knows too little about gold panning.

Currently, his detection depth has reached 23 meters and his detection range has reached 15 meters. In theory, this range and depth are already quite large, but Jason still hasn't been able to find the reason for that strange mining area.

What's even stranger is that the gold suddenly disappeared at a depth of seven or eight meters underground, and then reappeared at a depth of about twenty meters.

Jason initially thought it was caused by a landslide, but he couldn't explain why the gold deposits were so widely distributed and densely concentrated in the gold-bearing areas.

"Australia won't work, the news could easily leak out. Going back to the US won't work either, capitalism is a predatory market." After a moment's thought, Jason set his sights on China!

In Australia, even the slightest disturbance can attract the attention of mining companies. As far as he knows, some geologists have long-term cooperative relationships with mining giants.

Jason doesn't believe in professional ethics or scholarly demeanor; it's always better to be cautious.

As for why he went to China, firstly, the professional standards there were indeed high; secondly, it was for the sake of secrecy; and thirdly, he wanted to see his "current" self.

From the moment he realized he had been reborn, he wanted to go back to China to see it, but...

In the evening, when the mine returned to calm, Jason informed everyone of his decision.

"No, Jason, I disagree." Lillian, who was usually gentle, frowned and looked serious.

"China is too backward. You should know our reports. What if something happens to you there alone?"

Not only Lillian, but others were also trying to persuade him, which made Jason both annoyed and amused.

Having lived his previous life as a Chinese, he understood the power of such propaganda all too well, and said helplessly, "No, you understand a place just by reading reports? Can't you go and see for yourself?"

Brent quickly shook his head. "Jason, I wouldn't dare go. I heard from the reports that it's a dirty and chaotic place now."

"Indeed, Jason, you could definitely go to Quzhou; the academics there are quite good," Albert suggested.

"Jason, what if you don't come back?" Ellie, who had been chattering away, was now looking at Jason with pleading eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Jason, I heard from my teacher that one of his friends went there and never came back."

Well, this is pervasive, infiltrating from top to bottom, from old to young, leaving no stone unturned.

Jason quickly stopped everyone from trying to persuade him; if they continued, Jason felt like he was going to the battlefield.

"First, all your current understanding of China is basically based on what you've seen in the media, and it's all wrong."

"Secondly, China is very safe, not as dangerous as you say, and guns are completely banned."

"Third, after Ellie starts school, transfer her to another school. What kind of rubbish are they teaching here anyway?"

Jason couldn't help but complain at the end.

"Dad, Swell, be careful after we leave the mine." So far, Swell is the only one with good management skills in the entire mine, and he also has experience in land-based gold panning.

As for Albert, the connections are there, and his management skills are decent.

After giving a few instructions about what would happen after he left, Jason planned to depart the next day.

Lillian couldn't help but worry: "Jason, why don't we hire some bodyguards for you? That way, your safety will be more guaranteed."

"Mom, it's really nothing, don't worry," Jason said, half-laughing and half-crying. "And don't forget, the person who spent 2000 million US dollars on the vase is also Chinese. I'll contact him later."

"Okay," Lily agreed, but she was still worried. "Then you have to let your family know you're safe every day."

Jason nodded in agreement: "No problem."

I fell asleep to the sound of birdsong under the sparse moonlight and stars.

The next morning, Jason woke up naturally, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn't disturbed by the roar of machinery.

"Jason, you're awake," Brent greeted Jason as he sat under the eaves eating breakfast.

After washing his face, he looked at the still untouched mine and asked in confusion, "You usually start work very early, why aren't you working today?"

Brent shrugged. "Your father asked you to get some rest."

Jason nodded without saying anything, but he was deeply moved.

"Jason, be careful."

"Jason, hurry up and eat breakfast."

"If all else fails, Jason, how about we just not go to China?"

"I agree, Jason, China really isn't a good place."

During the meal, everyone continued to try to persuade him, to which Jason could only sigh at the power of media publicity.

Jason accepted all the persuasion, but simply refused to agree.

Jason didn't even allow Cass and his crew to be filmed.

After finishing my meal, I put the map and documents into my bag, and amidst everyone's farewells, I tossed my backpack onto the back seat and waved goodbye to everyone.

Brent drove along the bumpy dirt road, heading straight for the small airport.

Jason was in a good mood, feeling like he had "returned home in glory." Although his appearance had changed, his heart remained the same.

Brent, who was driving, hesitated to speak until the car stopped next to the small airport. After Jason put on his backpack and baseball cap, Brent finally spoke.

"Jason, you have to be okay."

Jason: "???"

Looking at Brent, who was hugging him and whose voice was trembling, Jason patted him on the back and said with a wry smile, "Alright, I'm not dead."

With Brent reluctant to leave, Jason boarded the plane with his backpack.

After waving goodbye, the plane slowly took off under the pilot's control.

Fly directly to Bendigo, then transfer to a direct flight to Sini, then transfer again.

He was carrying a backpack, wearing a baseball cap, and sunglasses on his face.

Wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt with a plaid shirt over them, and carrying a backpack, he moved at a leisurely pace, like a tourist.

Jason wasn't in a rush. During his layover in Cini, he had a good rest and strolled around the well-known city.

After a good rest at the hotel, Jason flew directly to China the next morning with his booked plane ticket.

Upon landing in Shanghai, Jason regretted it the moment he stepped off the plane.

I was wearing too little clothing and forgot about the temperature difference.

At this time of year, winter has already arrived over the Bering Sea, and people are bundled up tightly to get through the cold.

But it's still incredibly warm in Australia, where people are still wearing short sleeves and shorts, while it's already autumn here in Shanghai.

Jason, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, hailed a taxi amidst the strange looks from the crowd.

The taxi driver, speaking fluent English, asked Jason, "Hello, where do you want to go?"

"Just find a place that sells clothes," Jason's fluent Chinese made the driver glance at Jason through the rearview mirror.

"Dude, your Chinese is pretty good."

"Not bad, not bad."

This time, the taxi driver was certain that the foreigner in front of him was indeed a China expert. Without any tricks, he simply took Jason to a clothing market.