Age: My Small World

Day three.

Yang Jun went back anyway.

He originally wanted to go to Gangcheng, which wasn't difficult to get from Taishi to Gangcheng, but he didn't expect that Lao Zhu would be able to contact him, so he was out of options.

He flew back to Kaohsiung from Taichung City, then found Old Zhu's people there and sent a signal. That night, he boarded the ship back home.

Yes, it's the same old spot, the bottom of the hold.

This time, he didn't feel anything was wrong. When he was tired, he would sleep, and when he woke up, he would eat some food he bought from Taishi.

Just in case, Yang Jun bought quite a lot of things during his two days in Taichung.

more importantly.

"Tsk tsk, Taipei is indeed a good place. If it weren't for the fact that Kaohsiung is too small and there isn't enough time, I would definitely ask the Zhuxi Gang to collect some for me as well."

He specifically went to the black market in Tai City, sold a batch of supplies, and also bought a large quantity of jade and a lot of finished food to store in his small world.

This batch of jade alone is no less than the amount that he had Zhou Qiang accumulate in Hong Kong for a year. After all, this stuff also has a large market in Taiwan. His reckless buying spree can be considered a complete sweep.

Almost all the money from selling supplies was spent, and he almost had to use that batch of $100,000.

However, the gains were quite substantial.

Seeing that the small world had expanded by another half, Yang Jun, who was at the bottom of the cabin, also smiled.

As of now, the small world has eighteen small peaks, which is much more spacious than when there was only one.

There's even enough space here for him to build several football fields and play football.

Okay, Yang Jun doesn't have that hobby.

He left behind the necessary arable land, and the rest was used as pasture and lakes.

Perhaps when he gets old, he won't need to go to the vast grasslands to ride horses; his own little world will be enough.

"But by the time we can ride horses at full speed, it will probably have to be the descendants of these little guys."

Several foals were galloping across the pasture; these were all born to the horse he had bought.

After setting foot on solid ground again, Yang Jun vowed never to sit in that cabin again, not only because there was no view, but also because there was almost no light.

He took the opportunity to collect a lot of seawater and created a seawater lake next to the small desert, which can be considered a saltwater lake.

At first, the animals thought it was a big lake and rushed over to drink, but soon they shook their heads and left.

Even so, animals often come to graze on the surrounding mud and sand in order to obtain salt.

In fact, the small world does produce its own salt or other minerals. The small mountain is not a pure soil mountain, but has quite rich mineral resources in it. However, most of them are unfamiliar to Yang Jun and he cannot use them.

Some resources can be utilized, such as coal and metals like iron and copper.

Even though he was the master of the small world, it was difficult for him to condense these metals. Those things consumed too much of his mental energy, and he couldn't handle it at all.

It's almost finished mining everything.

With the addition of the saltwater lake, animals have a new place to obtain salt, which Yang Jun is happy to see.

However, the freshwater lakes were relatively calm, which made him feel it was time to add something, such as crocodiles?
It's not a good thing for fish to grow too fast. Sometimes, it's necessary to control the growth of the fish population. It would be better to have predators from the beginning.

Besides, Yang Jun also wanted to try what crocodile meat tasted like.

Of course, his idea is not easy to realize in the short term. There are no crocodiles to be seen in the capital. It is better in the south, where there should be traces of Yangtze alligators at this time.

Once ashore, his schedule was indeed no longer up to him; Old Zhu arranged everything, so Yang Jun only needed to follow the procedures.

When he returned to Beijing, Zhu Yong was already waiting for him, and this time he even drove to pick him up in person.

"Director, why are you the one who came to pick me up?"

Yang Jun was surprised, but he got into the car quickly. After he sat in the passenger seat, Zhu Yong chuckled and said, "You're a great hero, I couldn't let you not come to greet me."

"No, no, no, what you're saying gives me goosebumps."

Old Zhu isn't that kind of pretentious person.

Sure enough, he shook his head the next moment: "Never mind, I'll be frank with you. The boss plans to have you join the office directly, at the same level as you are now."

"Ok?"

Yang Jun stared intently at Zhu Yong.

"Director, I did say..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Yong waved his hand and said, "Don't rush to scold me. I meant that I also hold a position in the office."

Yang Jun was relieved. He had almost thought he was going to be transferred to another post, which would have been quite exciting.

"Actually, you're no different from a regular employee in the office now. In fact, your salary is even lower than Sun Yongbu's."

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow: "So you mean my salary went up?"

"Of course."

Zhu Yong replied matter-of-factly, "I'll raise it to 120 yuan. Although the job rank is the same, the salary will be equivalent to that of a deputy director."

"This is a special approval; no one else gets this treatment."

"Okay, just don't make me go to the office."

Yang Jun didn't care, and in fact, a pay rise was a good thing.

"I can't call you, no matter who else I want. If you were to stay in the office all day, I don't think I'd have a moment's peace."

"Be careful, or you might lose your tea leaves." Yang Jun chuckled.

He has a special fondness for Lao Zhu's tea and has bought it several times.

Zhu Yong's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. That tea was given to him by his superior, and he was reluctant to drink it. In the end, this kid took several pounds of it. He was heartbroken.

He immediately retorted irritably, "If you want to buy it yourself next time, go ahead. My salary can't afford much."

Zhu Yong truly lives off his salary, unlike Yang Jun who can earn extra money through the small world.

"So the tea you drink is that expensive? Aren't you saving some of your salary to get married? You're getting old..."

Zhu Yong was not married, and Yang Jun had never heard him mention anything about his family.

Information about Zhu Yong is naturally kept secret.

But what Yang Jun found amazing was Zhu Yong's skill.

"Forget it, what's the point of getting married? I'm not interested."

Yang Jun nodded: "As long as you don't have any other hobbies, it's fine."

At first, Zhu Yong didn't react, but then he couldn't help but laugh: "Don't frame me, kid. I'm a respectable person."

"Who in their family spends all their time in the office?"

Yang Jun pursed his lips, but it really wasn't something he could say.

Zhu Yong has now completely integrated his life into his work.

Instead of going to the office, the two went directly to the museum.

"It's a good opportunity to meet your curator together, and let him know about your versatility in both literary and martial arts." (End of Chapter)