CHAPTER 432: CHAPTER 403: THE CAMP IN RUINS HAS VISITORS

The dilapidation of the camp was beyond Mountain Eagle’s imagination...

When Mountain Eagle stepped off the plane, the first thing he saw was a C46 transport plane unloading fuel into the underground oil depot...

This relic from World War II had patches and mottled marks all over its skin, and the tail fin was covered with tape that gave a chill, combined with the shabby surroundings, it gave Mountain Eagle the illusion of being on the set of a World War II movie.

He saw several crew members of the plane standing a few dozen meters away from the fuel depot, smoking...

Mountain Eagle barely resisted the impulse to shoot them in the head, and was about to ask Butcher to go and stop them when Little Ruby jumped down from the plane, rushed over, and slapped the cigarettes out of the transport crew’s hands, forcefully stomping them out, then roared at them...

Watching the crew members, who clearly were not afraid of Little Ruby, laughing and pulling out cigarettes and lighters, making Little Ruby so agitated that he was jumping up and down, Mountain Eagle patted Butcher on the arm and said, "Make them behave a bit..."

After saying that, Mountain Eagle looked towards Old Qiao with an indifferent expression and asked: "Are these people not afraid of death, or are they doing this on purpose?"

Old Qiao nonchalantly said: "You can’t expect Alaskans to adhere to safety standards as people do in the cities. If that were the case, nothing would ever get done here.

Boss, living in the Alaskan wilderness, even if you do nothing, you still face risks every day."

Saying that, Old Qiao glanced at Little Ruby and laughed: "You’re lucky to have hired Little Ruby. That kid will cherish this camp as much as he cherishes his own eyes."

Mountain Eagle watched as Butcher went over with a stern face and said a few words to those crew members, then pulled out a few small bottles of whiskey brought from the hotel and shared them with them...

This action immediately brought smiles to their faces, and they stopped teasing Little Ruby, swearing oaths they would absolutely not smoke near the oil depot.

To be fair, Mountain Eagle didn’t think drinking and flying a plane was much safer than smoking next to an oil depot, but after all, if anyone got drunk and crashed, it wouldn’t be him...

After confirming there was no problem here, Mountain Eagle followed Old Qiao, walking a distance of seven to eight hundred meters to the center of the camp for a look.

This place was nothing like the beautiful camp Old Ruby once bragged about...

A medium-sized excavator and a Tractor were helping the dock workers move boxes onto the shore...

The two big machines turned the grassland near the riverbank into a muddy mess.

The camp was surrounded by various mechanical scraps and rotten wood. If the camp in Mountain Eagle’s ideal Alaska was Disney, then this place was the set of a horror film...

The whole camp had only one log cabin, a dilapidated smokehouse, a rack full of firewood, a giant tent of World War II style serving as a warehouse, and a greenhouse constructed of rotten wood and transparent plastic sheets.

The rest were more than a dozen 1.5-meter-tall wooden platforms, with nothing on them, clearly indicating that outsiders need to set up their own tents.

Old Ruby was resuscitated from a heart attack, stayed in the hospital for two days, then insisted on returning to the camp, claiming he wanted to see the camp handed over to the right person before he died...

When he found out Mountain Eagle was coming, the old geezer probably felt a bit guilty. He opened his oil-stained jacket, revealing the hospital gown inside, then piled up a smile on his old face to greet Mountain Eagle...

"Boss, you’ve arrived. It’s a little messy here, but it’ll be fine in a few days. Let me show you to your room..."

Mountain Eagle squinted at the old timer in front of him, still remembering how this old guy boasted about how beautiful his camp was back at the outdoor gear store.

The best log cabin in all of Alaska, the most fantastic camp in the west, with complete water and electricity, picturesque scenery, rich in resources, and abundant in game...

What a smack in the face for Mountain Eagle full of anticipation!

No wonder Old Qiao had a look that screamed ’sucker’ when he heard he paid 300,000.

But people have to pay for their own awareness and accept the discrepancy between fantasy and reality!

Whether Old Ruby’s decades-built log cabin is the best in Alaska, Mountain Eagle didn’t know, but it was indeed the most committed.

The main structure of the entire log cabin was built with cedar wood 30 centimeters thick or more, with gaps carefully filled and smoothed with cement. The appearance was mottled and aged, but up close, it gave an impression of being invincible.

Whether this was the best camp in western Alaska or not, Mountain Eagle wasn’t sure, but those platforms used for pitching tents were made of very solid materials.

There was an abundance of water resources, plus an oil-powered generator.

’Picturesque scenery’ had nothing to do with the camp itself, but if one walked to the riverbank at the edge of the camp, the view of the sunset’s afterglow spilling over the lush tundra did look like an oil painting.

Mountain Eagle tried hard to calm the disparity in his heart, constantly consoling himself that it was just about rebuilding the camp, at least the nearly 100 hectares of land around it were his.

Eventually, he would clear out the rubbish in the camp, then scatter grass seeds and flower seeds on the ground, surely he could turn this place into what he imagined.

When Mountain Eagle stepped into Old Ruby’s log cabin, he decided to build a few more new log cabins...

The log cabin was huge, with nearly 150 square meters of interior space. The entrance was the living room, which was also the place where Old Ruby cooked for himself and entertained camp guests in the past.