My Gold Rush Career Begins in 1984

Chapter 159 Being Stingy Based on Strength

Wu Yang reacted quickly, almost instinctively.

Seeing the punch coming straight at him, he stretched out both hands, accurately grabbed the man's arm, and pulled the man's fist to the outside of his right hip.

At the same time, the right foot is used to cut off the leg, that is, the right foot is raised and suddenly kicked at the person's right calf.

Having practiced for several months, Zhou Jingming naturally knew that this was the sixteenth move of the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, called Wild Horse Galloping, or more simply, Arm-Severing Leg Cut.

When the man threw a punch, his center of gravity was already forward. When Wu Yang grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, he was forced to lunge forward even more. His right foot immediately became the support point for his center of gravity. As a result, Wu Yang kicked his shin with that foot, and his knee joint was deformed instantly.

The feeling was like holding one end of a wooden stick in your hand and sticking the other end on the ground, then stepping on it to break it.

He couldn't possibly withstand such force.

When Wu Yang let go, he had already fallen to the ground, clutching his right leg and howling.

Dealing with someone like that was incredibly easy for Wu Yang.

Zhou Jingming had every reason to believe that Wu Yang could handle a dozen or so thugs with ease.

One move, just one move.

It looks simple and straightforward, and the movements aren't particularly graceful, but the effect is just that good.

The group of people blocking the way were horrified to see their most powerful thug crippled in a single exchange, and their expressions turned serious.

Wu Yang looked at the person sitting on the ground groaning: "You're not good at this either. What's the use of being able to split a rock?"

Then he looked at the others: "Anyone else want to come up and try? Or, all six of you, come at me together... well, you can use your knives if you want."

However, let me preface this by saying that knives draw blood easily. If anyone accidentally bleeds, don't complain to the King of Hell that you brought it on yourselves.

He spoke casually, and his domineering aura was especially evident as he walked towards them.

The strongest fighters were all taken down in one fell swoop, so the rest of them wouldn't dare to go up.

Seeing Wu Yang approach, the group retreated, but they were unwilling to give up. The leader forced himself to remain calm, gripping his knife: "Attack together! I refuse to believe it!"

It was this shout that made his thick northern Xinjiang accent disappear, revealing his true accent.

"Heh, you're quite the actor. So you're not Uyghurs after all. Judging from your accents, you're from Ganzhou, right? Since you're not Uyghurs, there's no need to hold back."

Zhou Jingming's second half of his sentence was naturally addressed to Wu Yang.

Even he himself took out the Yingjisha knife hidden in his sleeve and moved closer to the group.

Deep down, Zhou Jingming also wanted to see the results of his training these past few days, but Wu Yang didn't give him that opportunity.

Seeing that the two of them had gone up, Bai Zhishun was not willing to fall behind. He held two stones tightly in his hands and followed Zhou Jingming on the right.

But then he saw the leader of the group fiercely approaching Wu Yang, slashing wildly with the knife in his hand.

Wu Yang remained calm and composed, but once he moved, he was as fast as lightning.

As he stepped to the left, he raised his right knee, punched to the left with his left fist, and chopped down with his right claw on the outside of his right knee. Then, as his right leg landed backward into a left bow stance, he struck forward with his right claw.

The decisive move was the Azure Dragon Claw, disarming the opponent with bare hands.

The knife in the man's hand was knocked away in an instant. Before he could react, Wu Yang stepped forward with his right foot into a horse stance, turned his body to the left, and swung his right elbow to strike the man's abdomen. He then grabbed the man, stepped back with his left foot, bent over, thrust his hips forward, and pulled hard with both hands, slamming him hard on the ground.

Zhou Jingming watched with delight, thinking to himself: What a beautiful python's somersault!

When sparring with Wu Yang, he was often thrown by Wu Yang using this move.

But being thrown yourself and watching Wu Yang throw others are two completely different things.

He seemed to have gained some understanding.

The leader used a knife, but not only was the knife knocked away, he was also thrown hard, and it was all over in one exchange.

Such a grown man was treated like a toy in Wu Yang's hands, manipulated at will. How could the remaining five dare to go up?

Wu Yang didn't stand on ceremony. Since he knew they weren't local Uyghurs, he had nothing to hold back.

As the leader was thrown to the ground, he viciously followed up with two more kicks, until the man curled up on the ground clutching his stomach and screaming.

The others dared not step forward. When Wu Yang looked at them, they involuntarily retreated, fearing that they would become Wu Yang's next target.

"Anyone else want to join?"

Wu Yang stared at the group, pointing at them and saying, "I'll fucking call you all to come at me together..."

Several people shook their heads.

"Are you still blocking the way?"

The group of people all shook their heads.

"Since you're not coming... then it's my turn to speak. I'm a little short on cash lately, gentlemen, could you lend me some money?"

He returned their words verbatim: "Don't follow my example. I'm stingy because of my means, but you all better be generous!" "Sir, please let us go. If we had money, we wouldn't be here robbing people..."

"I don't believe you. Hurry up and pay up!"

As Wu Yang spoke, he walked towards them: "Don't wait until I make a move!"

The group looked at each other, wanting to run, but they couldn't just drag the two people lying on the ground down with them. Besides, they weren't sure they could escape. So they took things out of their pockets, turning them inside out to prove they were out of their possessions. One of them carefully handed the money they had collected to Wu Yang.

Wu Yang glanced at the money, estimating it to be several hundred yuan, but hadn't extracted a single piece of gold. He couldn't help but curse, "A bunch of paupers!"

He now has the right to say such things because of the gold he has.

He snatched the money and turned to look at Zhou Jingming, only to see Bai Zhishun ransacking the two people lying on the ground.

However, instead of finding gold, he ended up spending over a hundred yuan.

Zhou Jingming was too lazy to get entangled with these thugs. He had already beaten them up and taken all the money from them. When Wu Yang handed over the money, he ignored them and continued walking along the pastoral road towards Tiemaike.

Everything went smoothly from then on.

The three arrived in Tiemaike before dark, busied themselves finding a hotel, and then went to a barbecue restaurant where Wu Yang treated them to a barbecue meal.

This time, to prevent Bai Zhishun from getting ahead of him, he paid the bill as soon as he had ordered most of the items.

After a hearty meal of meat and wine, the three returned to their inn to stay.

Before going to sleep, Zhou Jingming took out all the gold and banknotes he had acquired over the past few days.

Because of the need to divide the gold, he also brought out Peng Yuanchao's small balance scale.

The three of them huddled together on the kang (a heated brick bed), watching Zhou Jingming weigh things while they shone flashlights on them.

The small balance scale had limitations, so it took several weighings to collect all the gold.

The gold mined in the restricted area, with its bluish tinge, weighed a total of 3,683 grams, or more than seven kilograms, which was quite a lot.

In addition, 1,426 grams of pure gold were looted from the group of people who were killed.

The two types of gold have different purities and different prices, so they are naturally separated when sorting.

As agreed, Zhou Jingming led the search for the gold mine. As the leader, he took the lion's share, accounting for 50%, Wu Yang took 30%, and Bai Zhishun took 20%.

After half an hour of back and forth, Zhou Jingming received 1,842 grams of lode gold and 713 grams of placer gold.

In addition, a total of 865 yuan was looted, which was divided in the same way, with Zhou Jingming receiving 432 yuan.

After thinking it over, Zhou Jingming decided to build a house when he returned home, but he didn't have enough money. So, he called two other people and went to the flat-roofed mud-brick houses on the outskirts of the town where prostitution was done. This time, the skinny young man he met on his first trip to sell gold acted as an intermediary. After finding a buyer, Zhou Jingming sold 100 grams of gold.

Because the gold content is only around 70% to 75%, the price is only 70% of that of placer gold.

The gold prospectors had been gone for almost a month, and now that gold was scarce, the price of good bran gold was thirty-five yuan per gram. That meant that 100 grams of rock gold was only worth 24.5 yuan per gram. Zhou Jingming received 2,450 yuan, and with his savings and the money he received, he had nearly 4,000 yuan in his hands.

With this sum of money, besides building a house, there's still a considerable amount left for the family.

Wu Yang sold some.

As for Bai Zhishun, he has more than 10,000 yuan in his savings account, which is enough for him to use for a long time, so he doesn't need to sell gold anymore.

The three returned to the inn. After explaining things to the other two, Zhou Jingming went out of town alone by the cold moonlight. After checking that no one was around, he took a flashlight and went to the small ditch where he had first hidden the 666 grams of gold.

When he arrived at the place, he first found the stone in the weeds. He saw that the stone was already covered with weeds and there were no signs of it being disturbed. He did not intend to dig it up, as exposing new traces would make it easier for others to discover.

He simply chose another rock nearby, packed the gold he had brought into separate oil paper bags, stuffed them into canning jars, and buried them.

After making sure he was properly concealed, he hurriedly returned to Timak.

The reason for not taking the gold back was that it was inconvenient to travel, unsafe to keep at home (which could bring misfortune), and difficult to sell.

It's easier to find buyers in major gold-producing areas like Altay.

Moreover, if we come back to pan for gold next year, the operation at the mine will be even larger, and we'll need to pay salaries every month. The expenses will be huge then, so we need to take advantage of the rising gold prices to earn more.

When Zhou Jingming returned to the inn, only Wu Yang was waiting there. Bai Zhishun had gone out to hide the gold and had not yet returned.

Zhou Jingming asked casually and learned that Wu Yang had already hidden it.

As for Bai Zhishun, Zhou Jingming believed he would hide well.

He never had any problems hiding gold in places like the small peninsula mining site or Haxionggou, where there were many people and eyes. It seems that hiding gold near Tiemaike would not be difficult for him.

Twenty minutes later, Bai Zhishun returned safely. By then it was late at night, and the three of them didn't say much before going to bed.

The next morning I went to find a bus to Altan, but it turned out I had to wait two days.

Fortunately, there were several buses traveling between Timak and Altan, so there was no need to wait in Timak. I gave the driver some money and headed to Altan.

These drivers who work for the fleet are happy to earn this extra income.

(End of this chapter)