booktalesy Chapter 99 Telephone
Chapter 99 Telephone
Chapter 100 Telephone
Evans's meaning was clear: after all these years, nobody knows whether Anleina is still in Las Vegas.
If she's still in Las Vegas, maybe we can find her.
But if she has already left Las Vegas or even the United States, then finding her would be extremely difficult.
Finding a person in the world with just a name and simple facial features is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Evans was well aware of the difficulty of this matter, and sighed, "If we can't find it, it's okay. Let's just consider it fate."
"I will do my best to find her. The information available in the outside world is beyond your imagination. It's not like there's no chance."
Evans sighed, "I've been away from that world for so long that I really don't know how things have changed. I'll leave this to you."
"I will do my best. If I find her, I will tell her that your grandfather was a man of high moral character and an extremely pure spiritual world."
"Thank you!" Evans said gratefully.
Zhou Xin first had Logan jump onto the boat, then he climbed onto the wooden boat himself, and used the wooden oars in the boat to push hard against the bank, and the boat floated into the river.
"Goodbye, Chief Evans, I hope we'll have the chance to meet again!" Zhou Xin waved goodbye.
"Goodbye. It was an honor to see you before I die." A pure smile appeared on Evans's deeply lined face.
Zhou Xin didn't look back. He gripped the oar in his hand and steered the wooden boat steadily downstream.
The river was not swift, so the journey was quite smooth.
As Zhou Xin watched the trees along the river slowly recede into the distance, he felt a surge of emotion.
Unexpectedly, instead of finding the gold mine I had imagined, I encountered a group of indigenous people living a primitive life using slash-and-burn agriculture.
Their lives, though simple and austere, were incredibly pure.
Apart from Evans, none of them had experienced life outside, so they had no comparisons or sense of disparity.
In some ways, perhaps they are lucky.
Of course, Zhou Xin didn't envy their lives.
He is already in the mundane world, so he can only forge ahead and stand atop this mundane mountain.
Suddenly filled with boundless pride, he looked up at the sky and roared.
The sound carried far and wide, startling countless birds in the forest.
Traveling by water was indeed faster, and it didn't take long for him to reach the location of the second mining site.
After towing the boat to the shallow water and securing it, he and Logan continued towards the camp.
It's the dry season now, so the river won't flood, and there's no need to worry about the boat being washed away.
Back at the camp, Zhou Xin told the two men about how he had managed to get the boat.
"Where did you get this ship from?" Edward asked, his face full of surprise.
Zhou Xin briefly recounted his encounter with the indigenous tribe, but omitted the details of the cave.
It's best not to talk about things that even he himself doesn't understand.
"My God, you didn't run into cannibals, did you?" Edward exclaimed in amazement.
Even Alo, standing nearby, couldn't help but remark, "If they were cannibals, would Mr. Zhou have come back?"
"They not only don't eat people, but they are also very friendly, it's just that their food isn't very delicious," Zhou Xin said with a smile.
"This is truly an amazing experience. Evans is incredible; he's willing to abandon civilized society and return to primitive society," Edward exclaimed.
"He is indeed a very special person, and a good person."
In the evening, Zhou Xin made them some pancakes using sago palm starch, which they thoroughly enjoyed.
Without Zhou Xin, they could only cook some salted noodles or roast some palm hearts to fill their stomachs, and their lives were even worse than those of the indigenous people.
Nothing particularly noteworthy happened after that.
Knowing that there would be no more mining sites upstream, Zhou Xin gave up his plan to continue searching for minerals.
Anyway, these two mines are enough to keep them busy for several months, so he chose to be content.
Before they knew it, a month had passed since they officially began panning for gold.
During this month, they only took one day off when it rained; the rest of the time they worked non-stop.
After returning from the indigenous tribe, Zhou Xin not only searched for food every day, but also began to help the two pan for gold.
With three people working together, the efficiency was higher and the workload was lighter.
That evening after dinner, Zhou Xin decided to weigh his harvest from the past month.
The three sat around in the treehouse, watching Zhou Xin pour gold into the weighing pan little by little.
As the last bit of gold was poured into the weighing pan, the numbers on the display jumped briefly before coming to a stop.
354.6 ounces!
In just one month, they amassed 354.6 ounces of gold!
Edward hugged Alo tightly and cheered loudly.
"We're rich! We're really rich this time!"
Alo was a little breathless from his embrace, but her face was full of smiles.
Although he didn't know what 354.6 ounces of gold actually meant, judging from the smile on Mr. Zhou's face, it was definitely something to be very happy about.
"This mine can keep us working for at least another half month, which means we can harvest at least 500 ounces of gold from this one mine alone!" Edward said excitedly.
"Great! This harvest will definitely break records. Let's work hard!" Zhou Xin said, holding out his palm.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Edward and Alo each patted the back of his hand.
A few days later, that evening, Zhou Xin made a phone call.
Today is a special day for Chinese people.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve.
In the years since he came to the United States, he has only returned home once during the Spring Festival of his third year.
That time, he was subjected to extreme cold looks and ridicule, and even his parents lost face.
He never went back after that, and he rarely called home.
Poverty and hardship prevent one from returning home, like fallen leaves drifting in frost.
However, he would still make a phone call to let people know he was safe during the Spring Festival, the most important holiday for Chinese people.
Moreover, the situation is somewhat different this year.
In previous years, he struggled to make ends meet, earning barely enough to live on in the United States.
This is also why he was ridiculed when he returned to China that time.
But now, he has the means to make a fortune, even a fortune overnight, and his future is bright.
His lofty ambitions were rekindled, and his ideal of bringing honor to his ancestors and making his parents' lives better was revived.
With a touch of excitement, he dialed his mother's number.
"Xinzi, you finally decided to call back! I sent you so many messages and you didn't reply at all. I was so worried!"
On the other end of the phone came the familiar voice of her mother, Li Shuping.
Zhou Xin's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice became hoarse and choked with emotion.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I've been quite busy lately."
"Don't work too hard. Your health is the most important thing. Besides, it's almost Chinese New Year, so take a good rest. As for money, just make sure you have enough to get by. Your dad and I are still healthy, so you don't need to worry about us."
"Okay, Mom. I'm off today, so I called you." Zhou Xin felt her eyes welling up with tears.
"Your dad said it's very cold over there, so you need to wear more clothes and don't catch a cold. You'll be all alone there, and if you get sick, there'll be no one to take care of you. Also—"
Listening to his mother's incessant chatter on the phone, Zhou Xin's vision blurred.