Hot Blooded Youth (The Files of Teenagers in the Concession / Re Xue Shao Nian / 热血少年)

Hot-blooded Youth

Episode 1

In 1919, China was in political turmoil.

The imperialists colluded with domestic warlords

to oppress the poor.

Patriotic young people

decided to protect the country.

Soon,

new study associations arose

all over the country.

At that time, in Shanghai,

Paris of the Orient,

there was also a group of young men thriving.

Who wants money?

He’s an orphan,

living on the streets.

He’s made a bundle

with his talents and skills.

You must’ve heard

our business rules.

Rules are the rules.

Never heard of such a rude request.

The rumor is Sanshu is just like this,

but his goods never have problems.

Please.

Careful.

Let's go.

How long will it still take?

Almost there.

This is it.

What is this place?

You know City God Temple?

This is Town God Temple.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Here you are.

Show them.

My father and Zhang De are sworn brothers.

Places he told us are rich,

but

this is the only luminous pearl

with the large size of a fist.

So rude.

Wear gloves!

If it’s broken,

ca… can you afford the price?

Show them out.

Wait.

Viewing before dealing,

that’s the rule.

I’ve never

followed any rules.

No viewing either.

It’s said that

your stuff is good.

I trust you.

Where’s your stuff?

Let me have a look.

Didn’t you say “no viewing”?

You can’t see my stuff

but I have to see yours.

Or how do I know if yours is solid?

Gosh!

This is jade with dragons.

Gloves?

Where are your manners?

100 silver dollars and this jade

for your luminous pearl.

100 dollars for my pearl?

I almost died

in order to

get this pearl.

100 silver dollars?

150.

What?

What what?

I...

You see

what my friend is like?

Give it to him.

You know the rule.

Be seated.

Let's go.

Wa.

What?

How come you chose this hat

over 50 silver dollars?

I have my reasons.

This fabric is extremely rare.

Foreigners call this

cashmere and soft gold.

You didn’t say that.

We didn’t bring that much.

Hat, hat, hat!

Cashmere. Where’s the cash?

Where’s the gold?

Don't move.

No picking.

No!

Idiot!

Now you’re laughing?

What’s wrong with you?

When I was about to

ask them for another 50 dollars

you said “deal”.

No!

Deal!

Are you an idiot?

Check this out.

Is can’t be fake, can it?

Given those foreigners’ reactions,

it can't be fake.

Besides, who sells

more fakes than us?

Dumbass.

All done.

Excuse me.

Make a way.

Excuse me.

This is it.

Please.

Mr. Sanshu said goodbye to you.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye. - Let’s go.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

No, it’s unsafe. Let’s go.

Attention, everyone.

This isn’t over.

Bring Ms. Hua here tomorrow at 8 a.m.

It hurts!

Give me that side.

Hello, Youqian.

What took you so long?

We've been waiting for a long time.

My face is swelling.

I’m an expensive make-up artist.

Youqian, will this

really work?

Of course.

You’re a magician.

You can change people’s looks completely.

Unbelievable!

Am I right?

I have to give you bonus.

I mean,

you look better without makeup.

No, you…

I need no bonus.

Lately,

more and more customers

admire my beauty.

You pick me up at 8 p.m.

Sure.

Are there pretty chicks in the theater?

Introduce me some.

I’m the prettiest.

Do I look like a foreigner?

Can this work?

Of course.

You know what you look like now?

Mixed-blood,

even prettier than foreigners.

What those foreigners always say?

Very, very beautiful.

So we’re the person of mixed-blood

- who look better than foreigners? - Yes.

What are you looking at, man?

I know we're hot.

We’re foreigners,

mixed-blood ones.

Know what that is?

Our blood is mixed.

Show him.

What are you doing?

That was quick.

How could he see it clearly?

Let him have a good look.

OK.

You fool!

A glance is enough.

Let him see it clearly.

So

can we make a deal with Sanshu now?

I heard

this is Sanshu’s rule.

Am I right?

Yes.

Sanshu’s stuff is good.

Your butt is huge.

Where are we?

I heard that you can get things

from foreigners’ hands.

Impressive!

You bet.

A piece of cake.

Sanshu,

where’s your stuff?