Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 92: The Unbearable Heat

I dozed off for more than two hours, and when I woke up, it was already evening.

After a quick wash, Jason greeted everyone during his shift handover, marking his return.

Jason had just gotten his favorite meal from the kitchen and was about to eat when Cass came over with a camera and started filming.

Jason has become desensitized to the frequent filming and has ignored it.

But gradually Jason sensed that something was wrong.

They filmed him eating, resting, chatting, and even when he went to the toilet, Cass carried a camera and followed him around.

Fortunately, Cass still has some principles.

Jason couldn't take it anymore after being filmed so closely in the face for half an hour.

Jason turned the close-up camera away with his hand, looking helpless, and said, "Cass, if you have nothing better to do, go film a mine. You won't get any good shots by following me."

"Jason, it's okay, just pretend I don't exist," Cass smiled and quietly turned the camera back.

He was determined to follow Jason no matter what he said!

"No!" Jason snapped, "I know I'm handsome, but you can't just keep taking pictures of my face like that!"

Cass didn't respond to Jason's complaint, but instead smiled and said, "Jason, I have good news for you. The documentary about gold mining in the Bering Sea is going to air. Aren't you excited?"

Jason didn't speak, but frowned and quietly looked at Cass.

After a long silence, Jason slowly spoke up: "Cass, you've been following me for so long, we should be considered friends, right?"

"Yes, of course it counts," Cass nodded hastily, his heart pounding in his throat.

"Since we're friends, I need to make this clear to you. First, the agreement I signed with your production team is equal, which means I can unilaterally refuse."

"Secondly, your producer, Jon, also said at the time that it was just filming and wouldn't affect my daily life."

"And you've been like this ever since."

"I have to wonder if our cooperation can continue."

Looking at Jason's expressionless face, Cass sighed and turned off the camera in his hand.

Sitting next to Jason, Cass also had a wry smile on his face. "Jason, it's not that I want to be like this. I'm just an employee too."

"Since coming to Australia and buying this mine, you've had far too few materials."

"Think about it."

"You haven't really managed the mine much, have you?"

"I spend most of my time lying here, and sometimes I go on trips when I have nothing to do."

Cass said in a tone that sounded both complaining and aggrieved, "Jason, we're a gold rush show, you don't have enough material."

Reclining on the deck chair, Jason shrugged. "Cass, I don't know how to pan for gold in the mines. Leave the professional stuff to the professionals. I just need to oversee the overall situation."

"Besides, I'm the boss, not a miner. You need to understand that."

Jason made it clear to them when they first joined that this wasn't his problem.

Cass smiled wryly. What could he do? His superiors needed materials, but this side had blocked his path, leaving him stuck on two fronts.

Moreover, if Jason really leaves the show because of his own reasons, he will undoubtedly be the one to take the blame.

"Jason, how about this?" After considering for a moment, Cass said, "I'll film as usual, but could you add some elements to make the show more entertaining?"

Jason looked puzzled and asked, "What kind of entertainment effect?"

"It's just to add some drama or something," Cass quickly added, afraid Jason might misunderstand. "Of course, it's okay if it doesn't work out, as long as you don't lie here all day, you can just wander around."

Upon hearing this answer, Jason's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

He just couldn't understand—was it wrong for him to be lying down?!

Jason waved his hand, closed his eyes, and said, "Alright, that's enough."

"No problem," Cass nodded quickly, as if afraid Jason would change his mind again, and assured him, "Jason, don't worry, we'll definitely work together seamlessly."

Jason rubbed his temples in exasperation.

People who work during the day also sit together in twos and threes, enjoying the night breeze, drinking beer, eating, and chatting.

Corinna overheard Jason and Cass's conversation and gave a bitter smile.

"Eric, I'm so envious!"

She envied Jason's freedom, but clearly, she didn't have Jason's resources, especially Jason's statement, "I'm the boss, not a miner," which stirred up waves in her heart.

Eric took a sip of beer and said nothing.

Who wouldn't envy him? But he had come to terms with reality. He didn't have Corinna's ambition to be ordinary; he just wanted to make money.

Ada quietly approached Jason and whispered, "Jason, do you want me to give you some ideas?"

"No need, I feel this is fine," Jason shook his head. He didn't want to know what kind of crazy idea Ada had.

"Tch~ Jason, I'm just trying to be helpful. Aren't you curious about what my idea is?" Ada said enticingly, her eyes full of eager anticipation.

"Not curious, not interested, don't want to hear it."

Jason refused all three requests.

This show is meant to be shown globally, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself on the world stage because of Ada's weird ideas.

"Boring," Ada said with a disappointed look, and turned to leave with the bottle in her hand.

Cass, who was standing nearby, looked very interested and quickly followed. The two put their arms around each other's shoulders and whispered something to each other. Then, they turned to Jason and grinned slyly.

Jason's intuition told him that neither of them was up to anything good.

But if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either. As long as I don't cooperate, they can't do anything to me. So Jason simply stopped caring.

The next day arrived quickly, and Jason lay on the recliner as usual.

The shadow of the eaves shaded Jason from the sun, and the gentle breeze helped him cool down.

The sun overhead was getting stronger and stronger. Under direct sunlight, you would soon be covered in sweat, and the exposed skin would turn bright red.

It was already past January, the hottest time of summer in Australia.

The equipment also began to malfunction to varying degrees, and a number of minor problems were increasing, seriously delaying the screening and washing speed.

Fortunately, Jason was prepared, and the repair team was always able to resolve minor malfunctions quickly, which is why Jason was able to lie here.

"Coo coo coo~"

Little Hart plopped down on the steps by the door and downed a bottle of ice-cold Coke in one go.

Holding his baseball cap and fanning himself repeatedly, sweating profusely, he said, "Jason, the equipment failure rate is too high. We need to purchase some spare parts."

Jason nodded and readily agreed, "Okay, you tell Liz to write a check and just tell her what parts she needs so she can purchase them directly."

"Okay, I'll go find Liz in a bit," Jason said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Jason, the weather in Australia is so hot! It's over 40 degrees Celsius today."

Jason, who hadn't paid much attention at first, frowned instantly and asked, "Is the weather like this all the time?"

Little Hart continued fanning himself, replying, "Pretty much, Corinna had heatstroke a few days ago."

Hart's words made Jason frown. "Didn't work stop at noon?"

"No, why would we stop work?" Little Hart was a little confused about what Jason meant by that.

"It's alright, you can go ahead and get back to work."

It was almost eleven o'clock. The scorching weather had distorted the air, making even breathing feel hot.

One can only imagine what it was like for people working in an environment without air conditioning.

"Brent, stop work," Jason said into the walkie-talkie.

A moment later, the roar from the mine stopped. Brent looked at Jason as he approached and asked, "Jason, is something the matter?"

Jason didn't answer his question, but instead ordered, "Brent, gather everyone together first."

When everyone gathered, unsurprisingly, everyone was covered in sweat, and their clothes were soaked through.

"Everyone, we need to adjust our start time," he said, pointing to the sun overhead, and joked, "I don't want you all to melt like ice cream."

If they didn't know, fine, but now that Jason knows the situation, he's not going to make them work in temperatures of around 40 degrees Celsius.

"Everyone, I need to discuss the specific time with Swell and the others. Let's stop here for today and go back and get some rest," Jason said with a smile.

"Long live the boss!"

"Great, I need to take a good shower, it's so hot!"

"My God, I want ice cream and ice-cold beer!"

"Quick, quick, air conditioning! I need air conditioning!"

Everyone hurried to the kitchen in the living area, where they found ice water, ice cream, iced cola—anything that was cold!

After everyone left, Jason's face instantly darkened.

"Brent, what's wrong with you!"

"Don't you even look at the weather? It's over 40 degrees Celsius today! Do you want everyone to die from the heat?!"

Jason growled, knowing that this was Australia, and heatstroke could really kill people!

"Jason, I'm sorry," Brent said, bowing his head.

"Didn't anyone suggest you take a lunch break?!"

"Or did you just suppress it directly?!"

"Swell, being a local, surely knows what's going on here!"

Seeing Jason's fury, Brent stood silently with his head down.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jason calmed down considerably and let out a heavy sigh.

He patted Brent on the shoulder and said in a heavy tone, "It's not like the Bering Sea here; it's unbearably hot!"

He understood that Brent lacked experience in this area, and he worked alongside them, but it was unacceptable that Swail and the local miners were inexperienced.

Of course, Jason wasn't blaming them; they were just doing their jobs for money, and they did an excellent job.

But Swail's explanation doesn't hold water!

As the person in charge of the overall management of the mine, Jason has entrusted him with this authority, so he has to make proper arrangements; otherwise, what's the point of having him?

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Jason instructed Xing Ronghua and Li Guoming to make some mung bean soup to cool them down, and also to buy some drinks and ice cream when they had time.

Back in the living quarters, Jason didn't wake Swail immediately. He lit a cigar with a gloomy expression and waited quietly.

Cass, who had been carrying the camera and filming quietly, secretly became excited as he watched Jason's strange expression.