It is neither like the Western-style high-rise brick buildings in Shanghai, the largest city in the Far East, nor the wooden houses of traditional Japanese vendors. Instead, it is a series of two-story Western-style buildings mixed with a few wooden buildings.
Machiya, further away are scattered old martial arts houses, and a longhouse in Liancheng designed for poor people to live in.
Among the crowds, there were samurai wearing traditional samurai robes, government employees in neat suits and modern uniforms, foreigners wearing polite hats and holding short staffs, dock workers and rickshaw pullers in short clothes. Of course, most of them were still baggy.
A commoner wearing a single coat with his chest exposed - no matter how the world changes, this will always remain the same.
They mingled together, wearing various hairstyles, and painted a strange and bizarre picture, which was quite confusing.
Kazuyo Sorayama's Western-style dress did not look special in the crowded Yokohama Port, but if he held a long sword in his hand, it would look unusually out of place. Looking at it, it seemed that he was the only one dressed in this way.
Facing this somewhat familiar but mostly unfamiliar environment, Ichiyo Sorayama was quite at a loss.
Since he decided to engage in "martial arts training", he naturally needed to experience a life that was different from the past, and exchange skills with masters, but he was a little undecided about where to start and what to do.
If it were placed in the Warring States Period or the Edo Shogunate, he could carry a sword and walk around the city's martial arts dojos, just kicking the gym. It's not like he has never done it before; if it were a modern society, it would be easier to contact opponents for discussion.
But in Yokohama City, you can see low-rise two-story buildings with plaques that read "Kobayashi Chamber of Commerce" in Chinese and English, and no one walks on the street with a knife.
At this moment, in Sorayama Kazuo's perception, a sneaky figure came close to him and whispered: "Sir, do you want to exchange gold? Our prices are fair and honest, you need banknotes, Xiaopeng is still a
Bank branches? We have everything. Seeing as you got off the American ship, one hundred dollars can be exchanged for two taels, which is 2 yen. There is no more reasonable price in Yokohama than this."
Kazuyo Kuyama, who was worried about what to do, cheered up. Although the person in front of him had some evil intentions, when had Kazuyo Kuyama ever been afraid of these gangsters?
"Lead the way." He ordered calmly.
The man stooped deeper and hunched his body, leading Kazuyo Sorayama towards an alley connected to the main street.
"Sir, despite our remote location, we are one of the largest trading companies in Yokohama. We have close cooperation with the famous American Marcus Trading Company. If you need some exquisite Western gadgets, our company has everything you need, ah! Sorry, I forgot you were just here.
If you come back from the United States, of course, if you want to experience the new things in Japan, our agency can also satisfy you. Let me tell you quietly, the largest brothel in Yokohama is owned by our agency. If you exchange gold in our store, you only need one tael to spend time with the wife.
Spring night! In the past, it cost one or two cents. If you save one penny, that’s a thousand cents! If you feel inconvenient, we have many young and lovely lower-level wandering girls here who only need five hundred cents. Although
He is not as well-educated as a prince, but his looks are no less impressive..."
The man kept talking about the introduction, and actually talked about some topics that attracted the man's attention, which made people gradually ignore the deeper and deeper alleys, and also made Kazuyo Sorayama roughly understand the prices at this time. Only Yunv's aspect is actually the same as the previous one.
There is no essential difference between the two worlds, and the cost of living in other places is not far different.
You ask Sorayama Kazuyo why he knows the price of this kind of thing very clearly. As a former restaurant owner, wouldn’t those drunken drinkers know the price of the things that men care about most...
Is this the world after the Restoration? How is it different from the end of the Bakumatsu... Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head slightly. These are not issues he should consider, but the affairs of the big guys on the ship. There are more interesting things in front of him now.
Wait for him.
"One, two...ten people, the number is barely passable, but the martial arts are too sparse and ordinary..." Listening to the footsteps gradually surrounding them, Sorayama Kazuyo already understood what happened.
"My lord, we've arrived." The "member" with low eyebrows and stern eyes was still full of flattery, but his tone of voice was full of joking: "I'm extremely sorry, my lord, our club is under renovation and maintenance, so I won't bother you.
You stopped here, how about I exchange gold for you here? Seeing that you never leave your sword, you must have been a samurai before you went abroad, but it is a pity that there is no place for samurai now, besides..."
Among the ten people who gathered around, two of them immediately took out their pistols from their arms, pressed the hammers and pointed them at Ichiyo Sorayama. The others also took out bright forged knives from nowhere. It was obvious what they wanted to do.
"Robbery? Interesting..." Sorayama Kazuyo laughed dumbly, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his hoarse voice.
"No, no, no, sir, you have misunderstood. Our trading company is a serious businessman. We just agreed that 100 US dollars will be exchanged for two cents of silver. You readily agreed. Again, give the money to this sir." The man said to him.
When a person by the side drank, he turned to Kazuyo Sorayama and said, "Look, there are two coins in total, each of which is quite a lot. Even the police have to praise us for being honest and trustworthy businessmen."
Sorayama Kazuyo looked at the copper that was thrown at his feet and sighed: "Two taels can be converted into two points, and the profit will be several times higher in the blink of an eye. Your company's business acumen is amazing."
"No prizes, no prizes. If it's inconvenient for you, our trading company can also provide you with the service of paying for it. Don't worry, no additional service fees will be charged. In addition, please don't move." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to Sorayama Kazuha.
Touch the chest.
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head and sighed, pinched the man's wrist and lifted it up. With a "click" sound, the sound of the wrist breaking and the man's scream sounded at the same time.
"asshole!"
Seeing this, these gangsters didn't understand that this was one of the few hard times they encountered, so they raised their daggers and fiercely charged at Kazuyo Sorayama.
They were experts in fighting with weapons in such alleys, and they felt that even if the person in front of them had martial arts skills, they could not be the opponent of the eight-strong man, not to mention that the opponent was holding a knife in his left hand, and his right hand still did not let go of Wakatou's wrist.
They didn't even plan to shoot. They were afraid of accidentally injuring their opponents, and they were even more afraid of attracting a large number of police to round them up. You must know that this is Yokohama, where all kinds of foreigners gather, and the police force is not comparable to that of a small rural town.
In their opinion, as long as they chop the guy a few times, he will obediently offer money, just like the previous times. Even if they call the police afterwards, they will have disappeared into this messy shack area. As long as the other person is not a big shot,
In the end it wasn't settled.
It seems that the other party cannot be a big shot. How can any of the new government officials wander around Yokohama City with a knife...
The idea was correct, but unfortunately they were only half right.
Kazuyo Sorayama had no intention of drawing his sword at all. This group of chaotic gangsters seemed to be menacing, but in reality they were disorganized. Ordinary people or people with average martial arts skills would inevitably fall to the ground due to injuries.
But Kazuyo Sorayama knew instinctively who's footsteps would land in which position, even without any deliberate judgment. The trajectory of the knife in the air was as ridiculous as slow motion in his eyes.
He swung the Ruo head in his hand and knocked down the two people behind him. He took a step back to avoid the first stabbing blade on the right, and kicked out a few times slowly but quickly. The people in front immediately threw away their knives and rolled on the ground holding their knees.
; Then he used his palms to cut the necks of the gangsters on both sides. The two men immediately stood upright on the spot. After a moment, they rolled their eyes and collapsed on the ground.
Before the two gangsters with guns could react, all the besiegers fell to the ground. Just as they were gritting their teeth and preparing to shoot, the guns in their hands suddenly disappeared. They looked at the empty mountain a few steps away.
Kazuye rubbed his eyes stupidly, but a hoarse voice that made their scalps tingle came from their ears: "This is how a gun is used." Then there was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
rise.
Kazuyo Sorayama pressed the hammers of the two pistols and put them in his arms, walked up to Wakatou who was covering his wrists and staring at him, and asked: "As a serious businessman, has this transaction been completed?"
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"Sir, we don't know who you are, but I very much hope that you still have a chance to do business with our company. Let's go!" After saying that, he ordered his men to lift up the unconscious people and leave in a hurry, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Kazuyo Sorayama listened carefully until he could no longer hear where he was going before he withdrew his attention and said, "It seems that this area is not the headquarters of their 'trading company'. It's a pity... huh?"
He focused on chasing the group of hooligans, but did not notice that two people were approaching sneakily. If one of them had not walked much heavier, it would have taken him a few more steps to be detected by Kazuyo Sorayama.
"It seems that this person's martial arts skills are not weak. Is there an ambush from behind..." Kazuye Sorayama stood quietly, waiting for something interesting to happen to him, but the two people did not come towards him, but at an extremely fast speed.
He pounced on the two coins that the gangster had just thrown on the ground, then turned around and ran away.
It's really interesting... Kazuyo Sorayama smiled slightly and followed him leisurely.