Yang Ling's words were like a giant stone dropping into a calm lake, stirring up waves of astonishment.

The miners watching the scene instinctively moved closer.

The supervisors nearby, who had been paying attention to the commotion, also approached, their expressions tinged with surprise and doubt.

Fang Qingyang forced a smile onto his face. "Supervisor Yang, you must be joking. Are you saying you can mine ten pounds of Red Gold Mine in a day?"