Age: My Small World

After entering the city, Yang Jun parted ways with Wang Bo and the others.

Looking at the bustling street in front of him, he felt as if he had traveled back decades to the future.

To be fair, the port city in the 1960s was indeed much more prosperous, and it had already formed the basic urban structure that would become what it is today. It was more like a large-scale county town decades later, which shows how fast the city was developing.

Among the crowd on the street were some girls dressed rather daringly; if the boys in Yang Jun's dormitory had seen them, they would probably have been stunned.

Yang Jun, however, seemed completely unfazed and showed no surprise whatsoever.

She's just wearing cheongsams and short skirts, what hasn't he seen before?
In the era of short videos, he has seen everything except ghosts.

Having no interest in looking at beautiful women, Yang Jun hurried toward the nearby gold shop.

He needed to exchange his money for local currency as soon as possible, and he also needed to buy a new set of clothes.

Although his attire in Beijing was quite novel, it would be considered very ordinary, even rather plain, in Hong Kong. His actual clothing consisted of suits and ties, or even short sleeves and shorts.

Most office workers wear a shirt, suit, and leather shoes, which is a common and popular outfit.

Upon entering a gold shop, the owner casually asked, "Young man, what would you like to order?"

He could tell from Yang Jun's clothes that he was a poor person, so the fact that he even offered to greet him was already a favor.

Yang Jun wasn't annoyed and started communicating with the boss in fluent Cantonese.

He had made preparations before coming, and had specially used all the Cantonese fragments in his memory to relearn Cantonese, so that no one could hear any accent when he spoke.

This is the key to quickly blending into the local community. Otherwise, if you speak with a foreign accent, people will look at you with surprise and then immediately think of you as a mainland Chinese.

Most of the time, accent is the way to distinguish a person's place of origin.

Yang Jun's accent did not surprise the boss, who naturally assumed he was a local who just didn't have money.

To his surprise, Yang Jun's words after a few words made him even more astonished.

"You want to sell gold?"

"What? Boss, you don't accept these?"

"Of course I'll accept it. I was just asking."

The boss's eyes flickered for a moment before falling silent.

To be able to open a gold shop in this area, his methods must be extraordinary, and the relationships behind him must be complex.

Don't just look at the prosperity of Hong Kong. In fact, this period was a time when gangs were everywhere, and many gangs similar to Tung Hing or Hung Hing in the movies were emerging.

If the owner didn't have powerful connections, he would probably be robbed several times a day if he dared to open a gold shop here.

Yang Jun then took out three large yellow croakers.

The boss's eyes lit up instantly. He thought it was a small gold ring or something, but it turned out to be a large yellow croaker.

One of these weighs over 300 grams, and three of them together weigh about a kilogram.

"Young man, shall I get tested first?"

"Boss, do as you please."

Yang Jun naturally knew that testing was necessary; otherwise, what if someone received fake gold?
The boss first cut off a small piece from each of the large yellow croakers, weighed them, and then began the testing.

Once he confirmed that it was real gold and of very high purity, he readily asked, "How do you plan to sell this gold?"

"Let's do it your way, boss."

Yang Jun, of course, didn't understand the intricacies involved, so it was better to let the boss handle it himself.

After pondering for a moment, the shopkeeper said, "Okay, I'll give you a price of forty yuan per gram. That's quite reasonable, and it's also because your gold is relatively pure."

Gold jewelry is currently priced at around 50 yuan per gram, so his offer of 40 yuan to buy it is quite reasonable, considering that a large yellow croaker doesn't necessarily mean it's pure gold.

"Row."

Yang Jun nodded immediately.

The shop owner was quick to pay, perhaps out of fear of any mishaps. He weighed the gold and paid immediately. The three large yellow croakers weighed a total of 980 grams, and the owner paid him 40,000 yuan in banknotes.

"I'll treat you to some tea. If you have any more large yellow croakers like this in the future, we can continue to trade."

Thanks, I'll definitely look for you again if I have the chance.

Yang Jun carefully put away the banknotes he had received, then quickly went out and disappeared around the street corner.

However, at this moment, the shop owner's eyes paused and fell on a figure that followed Yang Jun away.

He couldn't help but shake his head: "These despicable things are indeed all unclean."

It's quite normal for Yang Jun to be targeted, since there are often people watching outside the gold shop, and some even dream of robbing the gold shop to get rich overnight.

But if you actually let them do it, they'll definitely chicken out, since there are people staking out both sides of the gold shop, and others watching over it.

Seeing that Yang Jun's bag was bulging even though it was loose when he went in, they wondered if they were destined to make a fortune.

Yang Jun deliberately walked faster, but he didn't expect to be followed.

He shook his head and then deliberately walked into an empty alley.

"Okay, come out."

As he spoke, people appeared at both ends of the alley, a total of four people.

"Hey bro, can you lend me some money? I'm a little short on cash lately."

The person speaking spoke in fluent Mandarin, which left Yang Jun speechless. He hadn't expected to encounter someone from the north.

Last year, a large number of people from the north flocked to Hong Kong, which led to many people joining gangs, but also suddenly created a large number of unemployed people.

At this moment, Yang Jun probably encountered someone who had become a thief after being unemployed.

"Want money? We'll see if you have the ability."

Yang Jun had already sensed that none of the men were armed, so he became a little bolder and let them approach first.

"Hehe, you're too kind."

The leader gestured for several people to attack together.

However, as soon as he got close to Yang Jun, he swiftly made his move.

With a whirlwind kick, all four people fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk tsk, you guys aren't any good either."

Yang Jun stepped on the leader, suppressing his attempt to draw a dagger from his waist.

The leader, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, was now even more frightened.

"Big brother, we were wrong, we were wrong..."

"Ha, armed robbery, you deserve it."

Yang Jun frowned, then stomped down hard.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the leader let out a scream.

His leg was broken.

Yang Jun showed no mercy, continuing to kick each man, instantly creating four more cripples on the spot.

"Although you did not succeed, I will not let you off the hook. Consider this the price."

If it weren't for the need to be cautious on the first attempt, it would be quite normal for these people to disappear on the spot.

He then disappeared into the alley, leaving behind only a few screaming men. (End of Chapter)