Plutocrats From the Gold Rush

Sitting in the camp, take back your thoughts.

The sun has set in the west 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 for the fire and cooking.

Get 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 to 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 was his dinner.

Also all food types he stockpiles.

In the wild, let's be honest.

Xie Jin was already very satisfied to have such food.

Over a bonfire, throwing down the butter, waiting for the bacon to cook and the shreds to brown.

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

The gold sand has been found, and everything is as he expected, the gold sand deposit in this ancient river mine should be right in front of his eyes.

That is, on the route of the ancient river bed that he searched along the way.

And if nothing else happens, 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, and the real gold deposits deposited in the river.

It shouldn't be too far away from him.

What he needs to do next is generally to find the gold vein that has not been mined and has not been discovered by anyone.

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 their current predicament.

...

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

And there are real gold mines for the foreseeable future.

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.

After that, 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 to find the real gold mine that might exist.

Three days later, after experiencing many obstacles.

Xie Jin came far before a broken cliff.

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

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

"Marefak... oh my god... this gold mine..."

...

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 because of the inland river sand gold mine.

Pack your bags and walk into town.

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

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

Xie Jin lifted his footsteps, pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the hut.

"Squeak ~" sound.

The old half wooden door made a toothache sound.

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

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

All of a sudden, these gold diggers who came here either decadently or with all kinds of fantasies,

There were intriguing smiles all over their faces.

And several of them, after seeing Xie Jin.

What's more, he 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 Chinese boy, Stan Xie.

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

After all, you have been missing for more than a month.

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

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

Oh, thank goodness you managed to come back alive and not die 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.

Along with 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 a lower class white person, as a 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 racist, redneck and big bum.

This is how they are born to communicate with others.

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

Don't have any expectations and illusions about their quality and level.

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

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

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

It's like completely two worlds, maybe even, some rural middle state, compared with a place like Los Angeles.

As exaggerated as the gap between medieval and modern times in Africa.

It's that 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 simply cannot 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.

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

It's about hitting back hard and telling them you're not someone to mess with, but a real tough guy.

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

"Mom Fuck, shut up Bowman!

And you, damn Marcos!

Do you want to 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 bloody brains to remember, Who am I, Stan King? ! !

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, drinking idiots!

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

My heartfelt regards to the mothers of both of you..."

Holding his middle finger up, 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.