Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 81: Corinna, the Short-Term Worker

As the last rays of the setting sun shone down, the mine returned to tranquility with the press of the switch.

After filling the gold-collecting trough and gold-absorbing blanket with a bucket, Swell had finished his day's work.

"How much, how much gold?"

After dinner, Brent, who was ready to take over the night shift, stared longingly at the sealed bucket of water in Swell's hand and asked questions tirelessly.

"Brent, you need to hurry up and take over the shift. You'll find out how much gold there is later," Swell said, carrying a bucket of water and rushing towards the workshop, ignoring Brent's curiosity.

Brent scratched the back of his head, suppressing his curiosity.

Andy, with a cigar dangling from his lips and a water glass in his hand, exhaled a puff of smoke and urged, "Brent, you'd better hurry up. The gold is yours, and don't forget you're getting your cut!"

"Okay, okay."

Brent quickly caught up and, upon arriving at the work site, promptly got to work according to the initial division of labor.

Working at night, especially since it was his first time digging and washing simultaneously, Jason still came over to observe for a while.

The surrounding searchlights illuminated the mine as if it were daytime, and with the vehicle's own headlights and the long-term adaptation to night work, the overall coordination was quite smooth.

Jason stood aside and observed for a while. Seeing that there were no major problems at the mine, he didn't interfere and let Andy and Brent take charge.

In the living area, people who had worked hard all day had finished washing up and were sitting together in twos and threes with their own plates.

While enjoying delicious food and beer, they chatted about something and suddenly burst into laughter.

Jason didn't disturb them. He got a meal from the kitchen and sat down to eat quietly.

Having lived his past life as a working-class person, he understood the mentality of working-class people all too well, so he didn't try to get involved.

"Jason, how's it going? Pretty good haul today, huh?" Albert, carrying a bottle of beer and with a cigar in his mouth, plopped down next to Jason.

"It's not completely washed out yet, but it should be pretty good. We've already washed out over forty ounces so far." He swallowed the food in his mouth and continued, "Counting the last batch during the day, we should have earned over fifty or sixty ounces today."

"So many~" Albert paused for a moment before finally uttering those two words.

I worked in the car all day today. Although I felt that I had made a lot of gold today from the gold panning tank, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed when I heard the specific number. Even though I have been panning for gold for so many years, Albert was still a little dazed.

"Jason, you're really lucky."

Albert looked at his son, who had just come of age, and then thought about his own gold rush experience, and sighed.

Jason shrugged and did not respond.

"Dad, what about you guys? Ellie's about to start school, right?" Jason asked, wanting to know their plans for the future.

Albert pondered for a moment, then replied, "Just have your mother take Ellie back. Ada and I will help you here."

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll pay you a salary," Jason said, patting Albert on the shoulder in a pretentious manner.

"Get lost, I don't need your little bit of money."

Albert gave Jason a disgruntled look and said, "Alright, you can eat slowly. I'm going to find Old Hart and the others for a drink."

"Jason, tell me, tell me..."

Corinna suddenly leaned in, her teeth barely concealed.

Jason looked Corinna up and down and said directly, "Speak up, just say what you want to say. You don't seem like the Corinna I know."

"Could Eric and I work for you?"

"As you know, the Bering Sea is still frozen over. I'm trying to save some money with you. Don't worry, we definitely won't hold you back."

Seeing Jason's increasingly strange gaze, Corinna thought he didn't trust them and quickly assured him.

"No, you're not filming the show anymore? And the production team agreed to this?"

He didn't care; the production team couldn't control him based on the agreement he signed with them. But Corinna and the others didn't have such lenient conditions.

Corinna nodded repeatedly: "I agree, I've already discussed it with the production team."

"Alright, just don't complain about being tired then." Jason didn't mind. It was just two more people. If they really couldn't do a good job, he could just stop them from doing it.

Corinna quickly assured him, "Jason, don't worry, we'll definitely do a good job."

Eric, who was listening intently from the side, clenched his fist, secretly pleased.

The two of them did indeed discuss this decision for quite some time.

Returning to the Bering Sea, although panning for gold on the ice is not impossible, the harvest is too unstable.

Jason pays his workers a decent wage here, so it's better for them to stay here and work steadily for a while to earn some money.

Eric, in particular, preferred working for Jason over returning to the Bering Sea to pan for gold.

As for Corinna, who hasn't paid off her debts yet, she's not that dramatic.

Jason simply handed Corinna and Eric over to Swail and told him to handle the arrangements.

There was doubt, there was astonishment, but mostly there was indifference.

As for how long the two of them could work and whether they could endure the hardship, that was not within his consideration.

"Jason, what's going on?" Little Hart asked quietly.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Is this what you see?"

"They've incorporated them?"

"I'll work here for a while and earn some money."

"That scared me to death!" Little Hart wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I thought Corinna was going to join us."

Jason asked curiously, "Are you that afraid of her?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that you know Corinna's personality, right?" She gave Jason a meaningful look, letting Jason figure it out for himself.

Jason responded to Little Hart with a smile. The mine was his, and he wasn't afraid of others throwing tantrums here.

The three of them gathered together, eating dinner and chatting.

Some were sipping wine and puffing on cigarettes.

We were all exhausted after a long day and had to get up early tomorrow, so we didn't chat until very late and went back to our rooms to rest.

Jason went to the workshop to clean the gold-attracting blanket, intending to wash out the last harvest of the day.

The separator spun, and Jason poured spoonful after spoonful of gold, rich in grit, onto it.

Under the influence of water flow and gravity, the glittering gold was separated and shone brightly under the light.

Separate, clean, dry, and bear weight.

It took Jason about an hour to gather all the gold he had collected during the day.

53.7 ounces.

This number is absolutely comparable to some large mining farms!

Jason also knew that this harvest was too accidental, and it would be difficult to do it again unless there was such high-quality soil available.

Jason finally relaxed a bit after putting the gold into the safe.

"Cass, aren't you guys taking a break?" Jason said with a helpless smile, looking at the photographer shooting on the side.

Cass put the camera aside and rubbed his shoulders: "We take turns working, and the workload isn't too heavy at night, so we can take a short break."

"understand"

Cass sat to the side, looking at Jason's youthful face, and said with a tone of half sigh and half envy, "Jason, taking pictures of you makes me want to go gold mining too!"

Hearing this, Jason was taken aback for a moment, then said jokingly, "You'd better think it over. What if you become a gold rush tycoon?"

"It's just a thought. I don't have the skills to pan for gold," Cass waved his hands repeatedly. He didn't have the courage to give up his current stable life and turn to the gold panning industry, which he knew nothing about.

During this time, he watched a lot of footage of Corinna, but his findings were nothing compared to Jason's.

He realized that the gold mining industry also relies on experience and luck.

The two chatted casually. As Jason, who had been a slave in his previous life, he could empathize with Cass and the others.

"Bang!"

A sharp gunshot shattered the silence.

Jason's expression turned serious, and he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie, asking, "Dolino, what's going on?"

"Boss, someone is stealing gold. We didn't fire the gun."

Dolino's somber voice came through the walkie-talkie, instantly making Jason's face turn ugly upon receiving the reply.

"Dolino, safety first. If all else fails, just shoot!" After saying that, he slammed his hand on the table next to him and took a deep breath.