MTL - Plutocrats From the Gold Rush-Chapter 2 return

  Chapter 2 returns

   Sitting in the camp, withdrew his thoughts.

  The sun has slanted westward as time goes by.

   Xie Jin looked at the sunset in the sky, and put away the canvas bag containing the sand in his hand.

   Then, he turned around and walked into the tent, opened his backpack, and took out the food and tools he had prepared.

  Start preparing to light the fire and make rice.

  Take out the camping rack and set up the pan.

  Go to the nearby bushes and chop two sticks of dry wood.

  Take out the magnesium rod and light the campfire, and take out the food that has been prepared.

  Two pieces of pickled bacon, an open can of pickled cucumbers, and some dry toast, this is his dinner.

   Also all food types he has stockpiled.

   Out in the wild, to be honest.

   Xie Jin was already very satisfied to have such food.

  Driving a bonfire, throwing down the butter, waiting for the bacon to be cooked and the silk to be fried.

  Looking at the bonfire, Xie Jin fell into a daze again.

  The gold sand has been found, and everything is as he expected. The placer gold deposit in the Furukawa Mine should be right in front of his eyes.

  It is also on the route of the ancient river bed that he searched along the way.

   And if everything is not unexpected, the source of this placer gold mine is a vein that was washed away by river water due to geological changes in ancient times.

  In the end, countless gold sands flowed into the river, a real gold mine deposited in the river.

   It should not be far away from him.

  The next thing he needs to do is to find the gold vein that is really unmined and undiscovered.

   Then find a way to accumulate enough capital, spend a lot of money, and quietly win the mining rights of the area in front of you.

  Finally, completely change your current predicament.

  …

  Thinking about how to quietly accumulate capital in the future, and take down the alluvial gold deposit in front of him.

   There are also real gold mines that can be predicted.

  After Xie Jin finished his meal, he quickly closed his clothes and lay down in his sleeping bag, falling asleep.

  The next day, Xie Jin, who had a good night's dream, woke up refreshed, cleaned up, rekindled the campfire, and made breakfast.

  Afterwards, he was not in a hurry to mine this important and iconic gold sand mine in front of him.

   Instead, they embarked on the road again, and began to follow the ancient river channel to find the real gold mine that might exist.

   Three days later, after going through many obstacles.

  Xie Jin came far away before a broken cliff.

   Then, as he walked into the ancient river channel confluence under the cliff, he turned to a corner of the river channel he entered.

  A stretch of golden color that stretched as far as the eye can see instantly appeared in front of his eyes, making him stay where he was, his face full of shock and disbelief.

   "Ma Refak...OMG...this goldmine..."

  …

  After more than ten days, it took a total of more than a month to enter the mountains.

   Xie Jin, who was about to become a savage, finally walked out of the wilderness.

   And when he saw the road, he came to his temporary residence.

  It has been another four or five days since a small town existed on the outskirts of the Sierra Nevada Mountains due to inland river sand and gold mines.

  Carrying the luggage, walked into the town.

  The sparse flow of people and loess dust along the way stated the remoteness and desolation of the small town in front of you.

   Walk to the town's tavern hotel, which is also the only entertainment venue.

   Xie Jin carried his steps, pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the hut.

   "Squeak ~" sound.

  The old half wooden door made a toothache-sounding sound.

   At the same time, it also attracted the attention and eyes of more than a dozen people in the tavern.

   And when their eyes froze for a moment, they turned around and saw Xie Jin who was covered in grime.

  In an instant, these gold diggers who came here either decadently or with various fantasies all showed intriguing smiles on their faces.

   And several of them, after seeing Xie Jin.

   He even spoke to him in a tone that seemed to be concerned, but was actually mocking and fooling.

   "Oh let's see who's back here?

   Our Huaguo boy, Stan Xie.

  I thought you'd all left here and gone back to your big city.

   After all, you've been missing for over a month.

  But I didn't expect that you would appear again in this form.

   Whoa, let me guess, Stan, have you been panning for gold for over a month?

   Oh, thank goodness you managed to come back alive instead of dying in the wilderness.

  How about the harvest? Let me guess again?

   Enough to pay for your hotel for a day? "

"Ha ha ha ha."

   The sound of ridicule echoed in the tavern along with the voice.

   Accompanied by the ridicule, immediately there was a series of echoing noises in the tavern.

  Hearing the noise in his ears and various echoing voices, Xie Jin remained expressionless.

  As the bottom white people, as the small place in the country.

   Xie Jin will never have any goodwill or expectations for any low-level white people here.

   They will always be racists, rednecks and big bums.

  They are born with this way of communicating with others.

  Especially in bars, places where bad people like gold diggers gather.

  Never have any expectations or illusions about their quality and standards.

  Think they are the same race as those well-dressed white people in big cities.

  They rely on this and alcohol to numb their nerves and have some fun.

  In the Bald Eagle Country, the gap between many states and between cities and villages is so obvious.

   It's like two complete worlds, maybe even a rural area in a central state, compared with a place like Los Angeles.

   It's as exaggerated as the gap between medieval and modern times in Africa.

   It's just so realistic and ironic. In the richest country, the quality of some citizens is even worse than that of refugees in many Middle Eastern countries.

  This shows how serious the polarization in this country is.

  And if this is the case, coupled with their speechless quality-educated semi-literate people.

  The situation is simply impossible to be insane.

  Of course, the Bald Eagle is an elite and diverse country that relies on blood transfusions from all over the world, but the top and bottom are not at the same level.

   There is only one way to gain the respect, affirmation and approval of their group of lower-level white people.

   That's the tough fight back, telling them you're not a mess, but a real tough guy.

  Only in this way, will they show you the accomplishment and respect they deserve, and learn to speak and behave in a soft voice.

   "Mary Farke, shut up, Bowman!

   And you, **** Marcos!

   Do you want to have a try with me whose fist is harder?

   Or did I not come back for a month, making you forget who I am?

  Maybe I should put you in the hospital to get your **** brains to remember, Who am I, Stan Shea? !

How about it? Do you want to give it a try?

   Stand up for me if you're not a coward, come and have a man vs. man showdown with me.

   Otherwise, drag your body filled with horse urine, sit there obediently, and be your softies.

  You two brainless fools who only know how to drink!

  I really feel sorry for your mother, why did you give birth to you two mindless garbage.

  Sincere regards to the mothers of both of you..."

  Holding up his middle finger, he growled at the two middle-aged men with fierce faces.

   "..."

  As Xie Jin's voice fell to the ground, the entire tavern fell into dead silence in an instant.

  (end of this chapter)