Just after the "Old Tunes Group" was settled, the sky was already darkening, and the afterglow of the setting sun made the whole city covered with an orange veil.
Jiang Baimian and others changed their clothes, hid the "Ice Moss" and "United 202", and walked out of the "Afu Gun Store" and entered South Street.
When they get to such a large settlement, they don't want to eat cans, cookies and energy bars anymore.
"It's a lot more lively than before." Long Yuehong said as she walked on the road, looking left and right.
At this time, South Street was full of people coming and going, dressed in different clothes, some seemed to come from deep mountains and old forests, and some wore the charm of the old world.
Among them, the vehicle was moving slowly, as if breaking through a wave.
And those noodle shops, restaurants, and restaurants on both sides, whether good or bad, are almost full of people.
Hearing Long Yuehong's emotional voice, Bai Chen simply said:
"There are not many ruin hunters who come here in winter."
After the beginning of spring, a large number of relic hunters came from various settlements and different forces in the surrounding area, either looking for opportunities or trading harvests, so that the turbulent Weed City was restored to its former appearance.
"It's so fragrant..." Shang Jianyao didn't pay attention to this aspect, sniffing the various food aromas wafting in the air, and actively looking for restaurants with vacancies.
Jiang Baimian glanced around and found that near the central square, many people gathered in the corners and alleys, not knowing what they were doing, and whenever the patrols passed by, they would always pretend to be nonchalant.
Aware that Jiang Baimian was watching those people, Bai Chen said casually:
"Some small black markets."
Seeing Long Yuehong a little puzzled, she further explained:
"The underground trading market on West Street is mainly based on bulk goods, various prohibited items and currency exchange, and many of the items unearthed by the relic hunters from the ruins of the city cannot be classified, and it is difficult to directly trade with the corresponding major buyers. Entering the formal market will cost another sum of materials, which not everyone is willing to bear.
"Some of them choose to sell through the streets, and some spontaneously form this kind of small black market, which contains many strange old world items."
Hearing this, Long Yuehong had a general understanding, and he asked curiously:
"Is there something of great value hidden here
"For example, an item that solidifies the breath of a certain 'Spiritual Corridor' level awakener?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jianyao laughed and said:
"You read too many old world entertainment materials."
That's right, that kind of item falls into the hands of ordinary people, which is closer to a curse or disaster. Once in contact for a long time, there will inevitably be problems, and people can easily distinguish their abnormalities... Long Yuehong is embarrassed to admit that she really thinks too much.
"Very few." Bai Chen answered his previous question, "If you have time and insight, you can also screen out good items from the small black market, and the price is often lower than its actual value."
After walking a few more steps, Long Yuehong suddenly suppressed her voice and said:
"There's a guy over there watching us, and as soon as I look over, he's looking elsewhere.
"There's also a..."
Jiang Baimian laughed:
"Okay, you can go to school.
"Those few should be the monitors from North Street, don't worry about them."
She and Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen found out earlier than Long Yuehong—the state of peeking at handsome men and beauties is obviously different from the peeping that pays close attention to trends.
While they were talking, Shang Jianyao found two empty tables in a shop called "Flavoured Fast Food".
"Over there!" He touched his stomach and pointed the way.
Jiang Baimian had nothing to do. He led the "Old Tune Group" and walked over, occupying a table of four.
This fast food restaurant has very few dishes, only seven or eight pots lined up in a row, and each pot is stewed with different food.
Below them is a kind of table with multiple simple stoves, charcoal, coal, etc., on a small fire to keep the dishes in the pot at a minimum temperature.
Shang Jianyao glanced at it and recognized what most of the food in the pot was:
Tomato scrambled eggs, stewed pork belly with potatoes, small pieces of braised pork, stew of several seasonal vegetables...
Almost at the same time, Jiang Baimian figured out what the store was selling:
Topping rice!
"I want the potato stew to be covered." Jiang Baimian looked at Long Yuehong and the others.
The "Old Tune Group" and the remaining Aure, De Lace and Cass before, don't rush to exchange currency.
"Me too." Shang Jianyao raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"I want braised pork." "I want tomato scrambled eggs." Long Yuehong and Bai Chen said separately.
After finalizing dinner, they waited patiently.
And the relic hunters who were dining around looked at them from time to time.
On the one hand it is pleasing to the eye, on the other hand it is doubtful.
After all, a team with such outstanding looks and stature is relatively rare in Wild Grass City.
Even the restaurant owner took a few more glances here.
He took the plate, scooped a spoonful of rice, covered it with a layer of vegetables, and made four bowls of rice in less than a minute.
One word, "fast"!
Shang Jianyao carefully mixed the juice of the stewed pork belly with potatoes into the rice, and counted how many pieces of meat there were.
"Three small pieces." He sighed.
Fortunately, you didn't say it out loud... Jiang Baimian said with a smile while mixing the rice:
"How much meat can this kind of shop get? Besides, the more meat, the more expensive it is, and many relic hunters can't afford it."
Shang Jianyao made two "hmmm", and focused on sending the rice grains full of soup into his mouth.
Just then, a car stopped outside the door.
It was a sedan with dark bulletproof glass and thick armor.
Zhao Yide pushed down the door, pretended to be surprised, and shouted loudly:
"Go sick, are you back?"
His voice echoed in the "Flavoured Fast Food" restaurant, attracting the attention of the relic hunters.
After seeing his appearance clearly, the pupils of those relic hunters all enlarged:
This gentleman has a lot of status and status!
The vehicle behind him cannot be modified by most relic hunters; there are several suspected bodyguards scattered around him; his black tight-fitting trousers and the same color shirt with gold buttons are neat, clean, and look new; He was slightly fat, with a ruddy face, and in the dusty soil of general malnutrition, he looked out of the ordinary...
The few relic hunters at the door were even more keen-eyed, seeing the pass under the windshield of the sedan.
That's a pass in and out of North Street!
This is probably a nobleman... The ruin hunters who knew a lot about Weed City lowered their heads.
Hearing Zhao Yide's call, Shang Jianyao stood up and shouted in surprise:
"So you didn't recognize us before.
"I thought you didn't recognize my brother!"
Brother... The relic hunters, who were buried in their meals, chewed on this greyish word at the same time.
That team is really not easy! They all sighed in their hearts.
Zhao Yide's expression stiffened for a few seconds, trying to make himself surprised enough:
"Have we met this afternoon?"
Without giving Shang Jianyao a chance to answer, he forcibly changed the subject:
"Go, go to my house!
"In Wild Grass City, I don't allow you to eat this kind of thing."
Shang Jianyao's expression suddenly became serious, which made Zhao Yide shudder.
"No, I've already started eating, so don't waste food." Shang Jianyao sternly explained.
"Yes, yes." Zhao Yide did not dare to refute.
Shang Jianyao then pointed to the side and said to the fast food restaurant owner:
"My friend is here, add a stool."
Normally, this kind of thing is usually done by the customer himself, but after looking at the gentleman at the door who was suspected of being a nobleman, the boss came out from behind the stove, took a square stool, and placed it at Shang Jianyao. side of a table.
Zhao Yide looked at the greasy shop, squeezed out a smile and said:
"It's not very safe, is it?"
"I'm here!" Shang Jianyao looked like "You don't believe me".
Long Yuehong next to him, Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen opposite him all bowed their heads, and it was very hard to hold back their laughter.
Zhao Yide took a silent breath, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped his forehead.
"We are brothers, how could I not believe you?" He first responded to Shang Jianyao, and then said to the bodyguard beside him, "You guys are waiting at the door."
Shang Jianyao helped add:
"Drive farther, don't block at people's door and delay other people's business."
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Yide "follows good deeds."
When the driver drove the car away, he slowly paced to the side of Shang Jianyao and the others.
Looking at the slightly greasy surface of the square stool, he mustered up his courage for a few seconds and finally sat down.
Shang Jianyao patted his shoulder happily, and asked kindly:
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet." Zhao Yide replied like a conditioned reflex.
The next second, he regretted it, because Shang Jianyao turned around halfway and said to the boss:
"Another potato stew, please!"
Huh, generous... This is the property of the group... Jiang Baimian has no objection.
When the rice bowl adorned with a few pieces of pork belly was brought to Zhao Yide, his face almost wrinkled.
Just seeing the fat made him feel sick to his stomach.
He remembered that his father Zhao Zhengqi liked this kind of thing very much, as if it was a habit formed when he was young, but he didn't. He also tried it when he was a curious child, and never wanted to touch it again.
Moreover, this kind of restaurant is dirty and messy, how can the food be eaten
Seeing him stunned, Shang Jianyao said with bright eyes:
"Don't waste food."
"..." Zhao Yide picked up the cutlery, picked the part that wasn't contaminated with fat, got a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth.
Soon, he swallowed tears.
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Baimian had to wonder whether Shang Jianyao was really "brotherly in love" or did it deliberately.
After eating the spoonful of food, Zhao Yide couldn't help retching twice.
"Are you pregnant?" Shang Jianyao was surprised.
Zhao Yide didn't know what language and expression to use to respond.
Jiang Baimian cleared his throat:
"He was joking."
"Well, I just ate too fast." Zhao Yide quickly explained.
Jiang Baimian showed a friendly smile:
"Then eat slowly."
Zhao Yide nodded with a complicated expression:
"it is good."
After forcing himself to eat a small spoonful again, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and said:
"My father wants to see you."