The so-called black street is only after the technology developed and the buildings became higher and higher, the high-rise buildings were densely populated, and the sunlight was blocked in a large area, so that in some narrow streets on the ground floor of the buildings, most of the day was dark, so it was called by people. "Black Street".
Where Fang Zhao lives now, the surrounding area is full of unified buildings with more than 100 floors. There will be some narrow "gap" between the buildings, and below those gaps is what people call "black streets". Therefore, people living on "black streets" are also known as "people living in gaps", another name for people at the bottom.
The conditions of the black street are not good, except for rarely seeing sunlight, it is a chaotic environment.
After signing the contract with the company, the original owner moved out of the school. No one else bothered to facilitate the creation. The confidentiality was good, but the funds on hand were limited. The original owner also thought of moving out of here after exchanging the results of his hard work for his salary, but unfortunately... Before he could hand over the results to the company, it was stolen by a friend he had always trusted.
The original owner has four friends who grew up together, Zeng Huang, Zeng Huang's fiancee Wan Yue, Fang Sheng, and the original owner's ex-girlfriend Xi Hong.
The five of them grew up together and lived in the same building when they were young. Unfortunately, in middle school, the building where the family lived in exploded due to an accident, and less than one percent of the people in the whole building survived. They were the only ones who survived. Those who lived at the school survived.
The government paid a lot of compensation for the accident, and the welfare policy was good. The compensation was enough for them to finish university without food and clothing. The five of them are all alumni from elementary school to middle school. They also came to Qi'an City together when they were in college. Although they are in different schools, they are still connected. However, the relationship between the five people is not as close as when they were young.
After the end of the world, a global alliance was established to unify the whole, regardless of country.
The twelve continents of the alliance are divided into eight continents and four special continents.
The place where Fang Zhao is now is the political and financial center of Yanzhou, one of the eight continents, and also the seat of the government of the continent - Qi'an City.
The original owner of the body has the best grades among the five, and was admitted to the best music academy in Yanzhou - Qi'an Conservatory of Music.
Since the beginning of the new century, nearly half of the top 100 most influential composers in Yanzhou came from the composition department of Yanzhou Conservatory of Music. Dream school.
Most of the students who graduated from the composition department were signed by entertainment companies before they graduated. The original owner, too, was half a year away from graduating, and was spotted by Yinyi Media, one of the three major entertainment companies in Yanzhou, and signed a half-year internship contract.
In the past six months, the original owner studied at Silver Wing Media for the first three months, helping the seniors there to run errands and attend training courses arranged by the company. The last three months were the time Silver Wing Media gave them to prepare for the music industry rookie competition. The performance of the next three months directly determines whether they can continue to stay in Silver Wing Media as regular employees, and will affect their subsequent development. Silver Wing Media will arrange resources according to their "results" in the rookie game.
However, the original owner's hard work for the rookie competition was stolen by a small voice.
Fang Sheng, the original owner has the same surname and has some distant relatives. He has always been the original owner's good brother and good partner. At the most critical time, he stabbed the original owner in the back, causing the original owner to commit suicide because he couldn't bear the blow and pressure.
Stop searching for memory, Fang Zhao noticed that the outside has gradually started to become lively, and there are voices all around. The house was on the second floor, and there was a slightly larger store on the first floor directly below. There was a loud noise from downstairs to open the door and move things. In the opposite building, someone opened the window and looked out.
Although the surroundings were still relatively dim, Fang Zhao looked at the street as if he were admiring a rare artwork.
From the end of the world to the present, the changes have been too great, making Fang Zhao unfamiliar and novel.
This is the new world!
The apocalypse, that is, the real prosperous age ushered in after what people now call "the era of extinction"!
Those old friends who were once, must be very happy if they live to the end. The war that lasted for a hundred years, and the lives of billions of people, finally achieved the prosperity that everyone wanted.
The noise and darkness should have been annoying, but at this time, Fang Zhao felt the infinite vitality, and the world he once desperately longed for has come again!
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fang Zhao greedily felt the breath of the new world after the apocalypse.
The inspiration for creation stomps around in the brain, as if wanting to rush out. The blood seemed to soar to a temperature that was about to boil and evaporate, and every single hair shivered with excitement.
not enough…
If you want to be successful in creating, now this little inspiration is not enough!
The noise outside became louder, and the window was a little brighter than before, and this change was still intensifying.
No longer remembering, Fang Zhao locked the window. According to the memory of the body itself left in the brain, Fang Zhao knew that the most lively time during the day, and the most precious time of the black street, was coming.
His eyes swept across the room and stayed on the bracelet on the bedside table for two seconds. Fang Zhao walked over quickly, picked up the bracelet and buckled it on his left wrist. This is something that more than 90% of people in the New World have. It belongs to a category of personal terminals.
Currency is widely used in virtual form, so if you want to buy something, Fang Zhao must carry it. At the same time, it is also the key to this house.
After buttoning the bracelet, Fang Zhao walked to the door and paused again, turned back, picked up the stray dog that was lying there looking at him, and took him out together.
When he went out, Fang Zhao found that many people were walking towards the first floor like him. This building was like a beehive, and there were many residents, and most of them were just like Fang Zhao. To be able to nest in such a cramped little place where you can't see the sun most of the day.
In the crowded area of high-rise buildings, the bottom street is dark most of the time even in the daytime. People with some funds will live in high places, and people always yearn for a bright place.
For those who cannot live in higher-rise buildings with better conditions, and who are inconvenient to travel, they turn their attention to noon every day, which is the only time of day when the dark street can be illuminated for a short period of time.
The people who ran downstairs just glanced at Fang Zhao in a hurry and walked past. They only had a little impression of Fang Zhao, they were not familiar with him, and they were too lazy to say hello.
A few people glanced curiously at Fang Zhao when he was still holding a dog, Fang Zhao didn't mind, he looked up and smiled.
There was obvious surprise on the other side, probably because he wondered that this usually gloomy young man would even laugh!
At this time, most of the people who came to the street to bask in the sun were older, and the majority of the old men and women with white hair and stumbling came out of the elevator.
When he walked out of the corridor, Fang Zhao found that there were already many people on the street. Large vehicles have other passages, so on the black street on the ground, there are basically no vehicles coming and going, and most of the time during the day is very deserted, except now.
The sun is gradually hanging high, and the sun is shining on the residents of the lower floors of the Tongjian Building. Some people who are not on the street will open their windows to enjoy the precious sunshine of the day.
Fang Zhao did not rush to occupy the space, but walked into the store on the first floor. He is very hungry now, and he will talk about other things when he is full.
Because of the end of the world, in the new century, the newly established planetary government did not restrict guns at the beginning, and was afraid of another world-destroying war. If it was so unfortunate, everyone could join the war with weapons at any time. But then the situation gradually got out of control, with the proliferation of guns and frequent turmoil. Several continents also changed leaders, and the planetary government was almost overthrown, and only then did gun restrictions begin. Especially in the past 100 years, the restrictions on guns have been extremely strict, and ordinary people cannot own guns.
As for Yue Qing, the owner of the shop downstairs, he is a veteran and one of the few people on this black street who can legally own guns. It is also the main reason why this store can operate safely on the black street.
When Fang Zhao walked into the store, Yue Qing, who was yawning, glanced at Fang Zhao curiously. He remembered that yesterday this kid looked like he was about to cut himself off and couldn't listen to anything. There will be another suicide incident, but I didn't expect it to appear here again today.
Yue Qing's eyes swept across the dog Fang Zhao was holding. That's right, it was the kid from yesterday. He saw this kid pick up the stray dog last night. A few thugs who came to his store yesterday to buy things saw them and even opened a gambling game, betting that the kid would pick up the dog for what purpose, whether to bury him or kill the dog to eat. Now it looks like it's all wrong.
Fang Zhao noticed Yue Qing's scrutiny, but the sight of this scrutiny was just curiosity and no other malice, so Fang Zhao ignored it and chose the most affordable thing according to memory - three thumb-length sealed small The bar, don't look too big, the weight in your hand is like iron. Low-end compressed food.
Yue Qing took back his scrutiny and glanced at what Fang Zhao had picked, "A total of nine yuan. Can you decompress?"
The so-called decompression is to decompress the compressed food, so that these compressed hard blocks can be directly eaten.
"Solution. Have another cup of tea," Fang Zhao said.
"Five cents for decompression, fifty cents for tea, a total of ten dollars." Having said that, Yue Qing unpacked the three compressed foods and put them into the decompressor. After about ten seconds, he took out the plate inside. There were three twenty-five cents on it. Something like a steamed cake with a length of seven or eight centimeters was still steaming.
"Take it away?" Yue Qing asked.
"No, just eat here." Fang Zhao took the plate and asked Yue Qing, "Boss Yue, can you move the chair out?"
"Don't move too far." Yue Qing replied without raising his head. He wasn't afraid that this kid would steal the chairs in his store. There were very few people on this street who dared to steal from his store.
Fang Zhao put the dog not far from the door of the store, and moved a chair from the store to sit.
Of the three compressed cakes, Fang Zhao took one for the dog at his feet and ate the other two by himself. If this was the end of the world, he wouldn't be so generous in giving food to a dog he just met. However, being reborn in the new century, Fang Zhao is in a good mood and is willing to share it. Since the original owner picked it up and it didn't die, let's keep it first.
The taste of the compressed cake is not good, and the tea is also brewed with inferior artificial powder, otherwise it would not be sold so cheaply, but as a person who came from the end of the world, Fang Zhao felt that this was already a delicacy. In the early days of the last days, he also experienced hunger. In the later period, although he no longer worried about food, he did not pay much attention to it.
Compared with the crude and rough food and the urgent war atmosphere, the compressed cake is exquisite, and now he can sit here and enjoy a lunch, which has made Fang Zhao very satisfied.