Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 95: Mine Air Conditioning Installation

"Little Hart, Little Hart, come over to the living area."

"Oh, and call Shul and Denner over too, have them come along."

When the patrolling security team reported that the supermarket's delivery vehicles were outside the mine, Jason picked up his walkie-talkie and called over the mine's maintenance personnel.

Little Hart jogged up, wiping the sweat from his brow, and asked, "Jason, what's wrong? What happened?"

Shure and Denner, who were standing nearby, also looked puzzled. They were inspecting the equipment when they were suddenly notified to come over.

"Wait a moment, you'll find out soon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than two large pickup trucks drove into the residential area.

A prankster middle-aged man got out of the car and said to Jason, "Mr. Jason, I'm Mick, a supermarket employee. The car contains the goods you purchased. You can check them."

He handed the list to Little Hart and said, "Go and check it with Shul and the others. If everything is okay, arrange for someone to unload the truck."

Although he didn't understand why, Little Hart still finished the report.

"My God, Jason, I love you!"

Upon seeing the air conditioner listed on the report, Little Hart jumped up with a look of delight.

Heaven knows how hot it is here in Australia. He's been sweating non-stop lately, and he's been drinking huge bottles of water every day.

His happiest moments each day were spent squatting in the restaurant area, since it was the only place in the entire mine with air conditioning; the rest of the place was unbearably hot.

For Hart, who grew up in Alaska and never went outside, the surprise of seeing an air conditioner is unimaginable.

Little Hart and Shul quickly arrived at the car. After verifying that the quantity was correct, they called Xing Ronghua and the other person out from the kitchen.

With the help of several people and supermarket employees who arrived by car, they quickly unloaded the goods from the vehicle.

"Mr. Jason, we'll take our leave now."

It was nearing evening, and Mick said goodbye to Jason, hurrying back home.

"Jason, can we install this air conditioner now?" she asked, looking at Jason expectantly.

Looking at the sun that was almost setting, Jason asked, "The sun is almost setting, isn't work going smoothly tonight?"

"It's alright, absolutely alright, don't worry!" Little Hart patted his chest to assure him.

Little Hart's eyes were practically welded to the air conditioner. Besides, he'd already fixed all the equipment that night, so this air conditioner was a piece of cake!

More importantly, it's his night off!

It's one thing to not have air conditioning, but now that it's right in front of us, we have to use it right away!

Since Little Hart had said so, Jason had nothing more to say and simply nodded in agreement.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jason called out as he watched Little Hart carry the air conditioner straight to his room, "Little Hart, install it in my room first!"

"No, no problem," Little Hart said bitterly. He changed direction from heading towards his room, but his eyes kept glancing in that direction.

"Pfft~"

"Ha ha"

Schul and his son Denner were also amused by little Hart.

Jason chuckled and urged, "Alright, get to work! Hurry up and install air conditioning in all the rooms."

Some people who hadn't started work also came over with the wind at this moment.

"Am I seeing things? It's an air conditioner?!"

"Boss, I love you!"

"I thought it was like other mining farms, just a few fans and that would be it. I didn't expect our boss to be so generous."

"Alright, alright, stop chatting and get on with the help!"

The guy wire, the installation.

Fortunately, the buildings in the mine were not tall, and with everyone's concerted efforts and the help of the lights, air conditioners were installed in all the rooms in just about two hours.

As the cold air blew out of the air conditioner vent, Little Hart stood straight down below, grinning from ear to ear.

The others were also unable to contain their excitement, especially some veteran gold prospectors who had worked in multiple mines and were seeing a boss like Jason for the first time.

The four-person room is fully equipped with all kinds of facilities.

The chef is a professional, and the taste speaks for itself.

In addition, snacks, cold drinks, and even cigars, cigarettes, and beer are all provided.

Regarding working hours, problems are identified and resolved by adjusting schedules directly, without any coercion or pressure on them to work.

Now even every room has an air conditioner installed.

Auggie rubbed the woven fabric on his chin and exclaimed with admiration, "This quality of life is even better than my own home!"

"Who says otherwise? We've worked in so many mines, and we've never seen a boss as generous as Jason," Raul chimed in with full agreement.

During dinner time, everyone except those who were working was having a lively discussion.

Little Hart stood up and said loudly, "Everyone, let's skip the alcohol and toast our dear boss Jason with some juice first."

"Boss, I love you to death!"

"Yeah, now we can finally get a good night's sleep."

The young people started making noise, raising their glasses as if they were drinking wine instead of juice, and downing them in one 'bold' gulp.

Jason raised his glass in return, saying, "Everyone, keep up the good work! We've spent a lot of money this time, so you guys need to let me recover my losses as soon as possible."

"No problem, absolutely no problem!"

"Exactly, with such a great working environment, only a fool would slack off."

"Don't worry, boss, we'll work hard and guarantee you'll get your money back as quickly as possible!"

The older men chuckled, feeling helpless about these young men who were so impulsive. Jason's purchases today were at most equivalent to a day's gold harvest from the mine.

After dinner, at Swail's urging, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

As the cool air from the air conditioner filled the room, the sleepiness that had been interrupted by the installation of the air conditioner returned to everyone, but this time there was no feeling of stuffiness or irritability.

As for Little Hart, after quickly handing over his shift to Shul and the others, he took a cold shower and went to Jason's room with two bottles of chilled beer and some snacks.

Looking at the uninvited Hart, Jason asked with a puzzled expression, "Wait, the air conditioner's already installed, what are you doing in my room?"

"Come on, make way, I'm resting tonight," she said, squeezing into the room before Jason could refuse.

He put his beer and snacks on the table, turned on the TV, and turned on the air conditioning.

Seeing that little Hart was clearly trying to take over his room, Jason took a deep breath and said speechlessly, "You just came here for the TV?"

"Oh, you're the only place in the mine with a TV. I'll just use it for a little while, then I'll head back."

"Little Hart, I'm the boss."

Little Hart changed the subject, saying, "Jason, don't you think this TV series is really good? I've never seen it on TV in the US."

Jason was so angry he laughed.

He nestled on the sofa, ignoring little Hart, and flipped through the book in his hands.

"Jason, Jason," Little Hart called softly, causing Jason, who was engrossed in his book, to look up.

With a sigh, Jason asked helplessly, "What is it now?"

Little Hart chuckled awkwardly, and under Jason's gaze, said, "Could you install a TV in my room too?"

"Get lost!"

"You've installed it in your room, but what about other people's rooms? Do you think it's as simple as you think?"

Jason understood the principle that it's not scarcity that's the problem, but rather inequality. He knew that he had a TV in his room because he was the boss, but what was the point of having one in your room?

"If you have nothing to do later, just put the TV in the dining room. I'm not going to watch it anyway."

It's placed in a public area, so anyone who wants to see it can look at it, as long as they're not in their own room. It's just a way to make use of waste.

"Then I'll do it now," he said, turning off the TV and unplugging it, making Jason's eyes twitch.

Jason shook his head and waved his hand, "Hurry up, hurry up, and while you're at it, clean up the table for me."

Jason was helpless with Hart Jr. It was only because it was Hart Jr. If it were a stranger, Jason would definitely not give him a good look.

Without even turning his head, he gave an OK sign with his other hand, and after the TV was taken down, he simply carried it out of the room.

Once the room quieted down, Jason took out some documents.

Looking at the document full of technical jargon, I couldn't help but rub my temples.

There was no other way but to learn from scratch, since neither Jason nor his father had ever been exposed to this kind of thing.

The lights inside the room stayed on until midnight, and Jason fell asleep to the faint hum of the machines that reached his ears.