After standing on the street for a long time, Ye Xuan finally came back to his senses. He lowered his head and looked at himself. This time, the system didn't salute him. Instead, it was empty-handed. He was wearing a grey robe and had short hair. He searched his body and found 10 silver dollars, 10 silver horns, and 5 100 dollar notes (legal currency hadn't been issued yet).
Ye Xuan strolled around the nearby shops and asked about the prices. Finally, he had a rough idea of the value of the money he had on him at this time. One silver dollar could be exchanged for ten silver horns, and one silver horn could be exchanged for 130 copper coins. One ton of rice (160 catties) cost 10.2 silver dollars. Compared to the purchasing power of Hua Mingguo in the real world, one silver dollar was about 30-35 Hua Mingguo dollars. On the other hand, due to the unstable value of paper money, and the current government of the Republic of China was still adopting the silver standard policy, the purchasing power of paper money wasn't high. A 100 dollar note could only buy less than 50 catties of rice. (I've searched for a lot of information, but I can't find the purchasing power of paper money during the Republic of China. I can only make a rough estimate. If you know, please tell me. Thank you!)
Thinking back to the mission issued by the system, Ye Xuan sighed and waved his hand at the roadside. An empty rickshaw stopped in front of him. "Boss, where are you going?"
"Master, do you know where Ye Wen, Master Ye's home is?" Ye Xuan asked.
"I do, how could I not know? Ye Wen is a famous person in Foshan. Come, boss, please get on the rickshaw. I'll send you there right now." The rickshaw driver patted the towel draped over his shoulder on the seat of the rickshaw and said with a smile.
"Boss, sit tight!" After Ye Xuan sat in the back of the rickshaw, the rickshaw driver called out. He held onto the two handles at the side of the rickshaw and steadily ran forward.
The rickshaw passed through the streets and alleys. After running for over 20 minutes, it finally arrived in front of a mansion. "We're here, boss. This is Master Ye's home."
Looking at the luxurious mansion in front of him, Ye Xuan nodded his head. To be able to own such a luxurious mansion in this era, Ye Wen was indeed a rich second generation.
Unfortunately, Ye Wen would not be able to stay in this mansion for long. In another two or three years, this place would be forcefully occupied by the Japanese army.
Pulling back his thoughts, Ye Xuan walked up from the car. Looking at the sweaty car that was wiping the sweat on its forehead with a towel, Ye Xuan asked with a smile, "How much is it, sir?"
"Boss, you see, just give me 20 RMB." The driver wiped his sweat and said with an honest smile.
Ye Xuan took out a 100 yuan note and handed it to the driver. He smiled and said, "Here, keep the change!"
The driver was stunned. Then, he held the 100 yuan tightly in his hand. He was so surprised that he did not know what to do. He thanked Ye Wen profusely, "Thank you, boss. You really are a good person. Thank you, thank you …"
Ye Xuan smiled and waved his hand. Although he did not have the ideal of helping the world because he was rich, he was once an ordinary person at the bottom of society. Naturally, he could understand the hardships and hardships of the people at the bottom of society. Sometimes, he might be able to help those who needed help when it was convenient.
Nodding his head to bid farewell to the driver, Ye Xuan walked to the entrance of the luxurious mansion and knocked on the black metal door. Not long after, an old butler walked out and said, "Sir, may I know how I can help you?"
"Hello, uncle. May I know if this is Master Ye Wen's home?" Ye Xuan asked with a smile.
"This is indeed the Ye Residence. May I know why you're looking for my young master?" The old butler, Uncle Wang, sized up Ye Xuan. Judging from his slender figure and strong physique, Uncle Wang guessed that he might have come to have a martial arts competition with his young master. And seeing that Ye Xuan was well-behaved, Uncle Wang immediately asked politely.
"I'm Ye Xuan. I've been fond of martial arts since I was young. Not long after I arrived at Foshan, I heard that Master Ye is skilled in martial arts. Therefore, I'm here to ask him for some advice," Ye Xuan said as he cupped his fists.
"Oh, please come in, sir. My young master happens to be at home." Hearing that Ye Wen was really here to spar with his young master, Uncle Wang, who had been the butler of the Ye Family for decades and had watched Ye Wen grow up, knew his young master's preferences very well. His young master had been practicing martial arts since he was young and loved it. Although he had never opened a dojo to accept disciples, he did not reject anyone who came to spar with him.
"Thank you!" Uncle Wang opened the metal door. After thanking him, Ye Xuan walked into the Ye Residence.
Uncle Wang closed the metal door and said, "Mr Ye, please wait for a moment. I'll go in and inform my master."
"Alright, please go ahead!" Ye Xuan smiled apologetically.
Uncle Wang nodded with a smile and walked into the house.
With nothing to do, Ye Xuan began to look up and observe the Ye Residence's courtyard. The Ye Residence's courtyard was very big. Separated by a two-meter-high wall, it was like a small world. The courtyard was deep and serene, with lush flowers and plants. There were two peach trees planted in the parterre on both sides. The branches were full of pink peach blossoms, and the air was faintly emitting a delicate fragrance. It made people feel like they were in a paradise.
It was no wonder that the Japanese army would forcibly occupy this courtyard two to three years later. The Japanese were indeed very sharp!
"This is …" Just as Ye Xuan was admiring the courtyard's scenery, a deep voice came from the Ye Residence's main gate. Ye Xuan turned around and saw an elegant middle-aged man in a coffee-colored robe walking toward him with a smile.
"Hello, Master Ye! I'm Ye Xuan. I've loved martial arts since I was young. I heard that Foshan is the hometown of martial arts. I just arrived here recently and heard that Master Ye is skilled in martial arts. I wonder if Master Ye is free now? I'd like to exchange pointers with Master Ye! "Ye Xuan smiled and cupped his fists.
"Hello, Master Ye!" After saying that, he paused for a moment, as if recalling that someone had addressed him in the same way just now. He smiled awkwardly and cupped his fists humbly. "I wouldn't dare to exchange pointers with you. We're all martial arts practitioners. It's only by exchanging pointers and learning from each other that we can improve together!"
As soon as Ye Wen came out, he began to size Ye Xuan up. He realized that not only did he have a tall and slender figure, but he also had strong muscles all over his body. His footsteps were as steady as the roots of an old tree. Moreover, as he walked, he had an aura that was different from that of ordinary martial artists. This aura was invisible. Only people who had been practicing martial arts for many years and were at the same level as him could sense it through their perception. This made Ye Wen, who had been unable to find an opponent in Foshan, excited. No martial arts practitioner would dislike exchanging blows with an expert, especially someone like Ye Wen who had not been able to find an opponent for many years. He always had the mentality of being lonely at the top. Now that he was able to meet an expert who might be on par with him, how could he let go of this opportunity? This was also the reason why Ye Wen agreed to exchange pointers with Ye Xuan so readily.
"How about we exchange pointers over there?" Ye Xuan looked around the courtyard and noticed an empty space at the side.
"Master Ye, please!" Ye Wen was already starting to get excited.
"Please!"
The two of them walked to the empty space and stood about two meters apart. Both of them cupped their fists and cupped their fists. After that, Ye Wen's expression turned solemn. He bent his legs slightly and did a pincer stance. His right hand clenched into a fist and retracted it to his waist. His left hand was spread out horizontally. His entire body was like a bow that was ready to be shot. "Wing Chun, Ye Wen!"
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