Age: My Small World

Chapter 32 Come to the door
"Hey boy, you're here again."

"How about it, is there a big fish this time?" Zhou Qiang rubbed his hands and looked at his hands. Of course, there was nothing.

"Brother, as I said last time, let's find a quiet place." Yang Jun winked at him.

Zhou Qiang immediately understood.

"Okay, I'll get the scale. Wait a moment."

After he picked up the scale and asked the stall owner next to him to help look after the stall, Yang Jun took Zhou Qiang to a small alley.

Naturally, he had placed the fish in a secret place in the alley in advance. He would not take it out of thin air to scare people and treat them as fools.

Zhou Qiang was brave enough to come with him alone.

Perhaps it was because they had done something before and there was a foundation of trust, or perhaps it was because Yang Jun's appearance was too deceptive.

After he took out the hidden fish, Zhou Qiang clicked his tongue.

"Little brother, you are really good at catching fish. You caught five big fish."

"Can you please tell me how many pounds it weighs?"

Yang Jun didn't say much, and he was determined to say as little as possible.

Zhou Qiang didn't mind what he heard. He had no intention of asking questions, he was just a little curious. He smiled and casually picked up the fish with the straw rope and weighed it.

"Huh! Wow, twenty-one pounds."

The heavy weight made both of them happy.

"How about the last price of twelve dollars and sixty cents?"

"Okay." Yang Jun nodded.

Zhou Qiang came with some money in his pocket. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to pay.

After taking the two big unity notes and a few scattered bills handed over by him, Yang Jun felt like he had made a fortune. The money he had on him had never exceeded ten yuan.

Adding the remaining twenty-three cents, his net worth once reached twelve dollars and eighty-three cents, a huge sum of money.

"Now I have money to buy things."

Just as he was about to say goodbye to the stall owner, he smiled and said, "Little brother, let me introduce myself formally. My name is Zhou Qiang."

Yang Jun thought about it, but still didn't say his name. He just nodded and said, "Brother Zhou, I'll come to you when I have something good in the future."

"Okay, I'll go back first. Come and see you if you need anything."

Zhou Qiang introduced himself for convenience, but he didn't intend to let Yang Jun reveal his identity.

Besides, he has recently been thinking about moving his business into secret operations, so he needs to maintain a good supply channel, and sincerity is his means.

Yang Jun watched this unremarkable uncle leave, then walked around and returned to the small market.

This time he went straight to the old man selling jade.

At the same corner, the same old man was still smoking his pipe, and it looked like he was taking his last puff.

Seeing Yang Jun stop at the stall, he exhaled smoke and greeted him, "Young man, what do you want?"

"Uncle, have you forgotten me? I bought a piece of jade from you last time."

"Oh, it's you." The old man took a closer look, and was speechless. He knocked on the wall next to him with his pipe, and the cigarette butt fell out.

"I'm really out of jade. That's the last piece."

Judging from his accent, the old man doesn't seem to be from Shandong Province.

Yang Jun didn't care where he was from, but said unwillingly, "Do you know where I can find jade? Inferior jade is fine, not necessarily sheep white jade."

"Let's go to the department store. There must be a lot of jade there." After refilling his pipe, the old man started smoking again. He was quite happy. But his words sounded a bit teasing, because there was no department store in Fei County, only in the provincial capital, and the things there were very expensive.

"Seriously, old man, is there anywhere else I can get it?"

The old man glanced at him and said: "You don't look like a good family, young man. What do you need so much jade for? You can't eat it."

Yang Jun paused for a moment and said, "Just tell me if you have it or not." The old man looked at him again and sighed, "It's not that I can't get it, it's just..."

"Forget it, since I'm already like this now, why should I still care about those things?!"

After mumbling to himself for a while, he immediately closed his stall and said, "What are you standing there for? Come with me."

Yang Jun thought that he really couldn't get it, but then he took a sudden turn and followed it.

As the old man walked further and further into remote areas, he became increasingly alert.

I won’t be hit by a club, right?
Yang Jun's mind became more and more focused, and he even had the illusion that he could sense the movements around him.

"Creaky!" The sound of a door opening was heard, and we arrived at the place.

After all, he was worrying too much.

The two came to a residential area in an alley, which was a bit messy and disorganized.

No. 103, Nanyingfang Lane, this should be the old man’s home, right?
The old man's family members did not appear inside. Instead, the house was empty. There was an old persimmon tree and two small houses in the small yard, and that was all.

"Come in. You are brave enough to follow me here. Are you afraid that there will be an ambush at this old man's house?" The old man seemed to see Yang Jun's hesitation.

"Hey, old man, I'm just admiring your house." He certainly wouldn't be afraid of a lonely old man.

"What's so good about it? It's just a small house."

He shook his head and opened the door of another small room.

As for the other room, Yang Jun could tell it was used to store miscellaneous items and served as a kitchen and living room, because the door wasn't even closed, and there were some broken-legged chairs inside.

"Come in and sit down. You have to wait a moment. I buried the things and need to dig them out again."

Yang Jun was surprised when he heard this.

It's not that the old man is good at hiding things, but is he so confident in having him here? Isn't he afraid that he might steal his things?
Unable to hold back, Yang Jun asked this question generously.

The old man smiled upon hearing this, revealing a set of neat teeth that did not belong to someone of his age.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Yang Jun was shocked.

The sound was not from a gunshot, but from the old man in front of him punching the persimmon tree. The vibration caused some of the old bark to fall off, and the few sparse persimmons on it also trembled.

"Little guy, who do you think should be worried now?"

The old man looked at him with a half-smile, and Yang Jun panicked for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

He felt that the old man had no ill will towards him.

"Haha, the old man is really amazing, he must be a martial arts master?" Yang Jun suddenly lost interest in jade.

"What martial arts master? What nonsense are you talking about, young man?"

The old man curled his lips and continued, "I'm somewhat familiar with your identity. You're from the school over at Chenghuang Temple, right? If you really have any bad intentions, I can find you there. You can't escape."

Yang Jun was really surprised.

"How did you see that, old man?"

"You bought my jade, so of course I have to see if someone is looking for me on purpose." The old man has started to move a floor tile in the yard. It seems that the thing is hidden there.

"Is your jade very special?"

"Nothing special, it's just that most people don't buy jade."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, and Yang Jun found it very reasonable.

In this day and age when people can barely afford to eat, who would spend that kind of money on useless jade? Unless they were a spendthrift.

But Yang Jun didn't look like him, so the old man was curious. Out of caution, he followed his footsteps.

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