If Zhao Mingyang wants to truly integrate into this world, he must start from the bottom and find a sense of reality and existence. Otherwise, like the previous state, Zhao Mingyang will either have a mental problem or he will become an emotionless person.
NPC is completing a task.
For him personally, this is a very bad phenomenon.
If a person discovers that he or she is mentally ill, he or she must make adjustments and actively choose treatment. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles, and you know better than anyone else that you have mental problems.
Zhao Mingyang could put down everything and choose treatment first.
I don’t know how other reborn people can have no barriers to the world after rebirth, but Zhao Mingyang has a huge barrier and a strong sense of tearing. Maybe he is still too weak.
It's like a person suddenly moving abroad to settle down. Some people have no barriers at all, while others find it difficult to adapt and require a long, long adjustment period.
Zhao Mingyang took a deep breath and looked at the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening. It was not yet dinner time. There were not many people in the night market, so Zhao Mingyang was strolling alone.
There were street singers singing with speakers, and night market security guards were patrolling the streets to drive them away. Zhao Mingyang watched carefully. One party was doing it for a living, and the other was doing it for a living, but the two sides had different stances.
If the security guard lets a street singer sing here, and the administrator sees that his salary will be deducted, maybe they also want to listen to the song. If the street singer is kicked out of the night market, it means that he may not have any income tonight. At this time, he will
I had a dispute with the security guard and started yelling at the security guard for bullying others.
Passers-by went to criticize the security guard one after another, asking why the street singer was not allowed to sing here. The security guard could only vent his anger on the street singer and refused to let him sing here.
The resident singers in front of each store were very happy that the security guards drove the street singer out of the night market street, because this street singer came here to sing every day, which affected their performance. After all, this group of people had a fixed place to sing in front of each store.
Singers have to pay a monthly fee to the store and a fee to the night market street management.
The contradictions caused by different positions have caused people who were originally at the bottom to have no resonance, only opposition.
Zhao Mingyang chose a shop called Acheng BBQ.
There are no residential buildings near this night market street, so it is very lively, and you are not afraid of being noisy enough that residents will be reported. The road is very wide, ten meters wide, so every shop has tables placed in front of the shop. It is a long street of more than 100 meters, and the waiters
Recruit customers directly on the street.
The street is full of food stalls with facades, but customers basically don't eat in the shops. They feel that if they eat in the shops, there is no need to come here. Nowadays, it is rare to eat food stalls, and they are not allowed to be set up.
This has become a gathering place for people eating food stalls. Most people come here just to eat on the roadside.
Food stalls have always been a way to express fireworks in many movies and TV dramas. Why?
Because this is a place where people from all walks of life dine together, and there is no identity or occupation to speak of. The customers include white-collar workers, musicians, students, families, and a group of low-level bastards.
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Some people can't stand the noisy sound, but some people enjoy it.
Zhao Mingyang walked to the door of Acheng BBQ. Outside the door were several large refrigerators, which contained various barbecue ingredients. He took a small plate and selected it himself. After selecting, he gave it to the boss. There was no specific price. If the price was not marked, it would be easy to charge inappropriately.
Phenomenon.
After Zhao Mingyang asked about the prices one by one, he selected what he wanted to eat, took the bill written by the waiter, looked at the price and the selection, and ordered something for almost 80 yuan, 70 yuan for the barbecue plus
A bottle of beer.
I have to say, the consumption here is really quite high, a skewer of mutton skewers only costs three yuan.
I took out my phone and looked at it. The program that Li Yanqing programmed for Zhao Mingyang really worked. It automatically sent voice messages to my little cousin at regular intervals to tell her to wake up. Zhao Mingyang recorded many voices and also sent regular messages to his other girlfriends.
I am no longer afraid of forgetting to send messages to my girlfriends asking them if they have eaten, miss you, what are you doing, etc.
Zhao Mingyang’s mobile phone has a security level no less than that of the President of the United States.
You need to enter a double password to enter the main system. There is also a guest mode and multiple WeChat clones. This is a specific version.
"Boss, I'm adding some fried rice noodles." Zhao Mingyang said,
I looked at my phone, opened WeChat People Nearby, and quickly closed it. How could I have such a professional problem?
Five minutes later.
"Master, don't you mind sharing a table?" Zhao Mingyang said as he sat in front of an old man with gray hair and a white beard. This old man was so stylish. He had white hair in a braid and was wearing a light gray suit.
Wearing a Tang suit and a pair of black cloth shoes, this is a perfect fit.
The old man held his pipe and looked at Zhao Mingyang's defeat: "You just came to Pengcheng."
"The old man has good eyesight. He just arrived here," Zhao Mingyang said.
"This is not a good sight. People as young as you come to eat at this time are basically people who have just arrived from out of town. After nine o'clock, there are many people like you who come over and put the computer on the table while playing skewers.
Knock on the keyboard." The old man smiled.
"That's because the old man is observing carefully." Zhao Mingyang said with a smile.
"You're a good talker. If you don't know, you might think you have something to ask of me. I come here every day to eat something, so I can see it accurately." The old man narrowed his eyes and said cautiously.
"I really have one thing to ask the old man. I just came here. I have been here a few times, but I did not grow up in this city. How long have you lived here, old man? I just want to know,
What kind of place is this place? I am a columnist and I am writing a report about Pengcheng recently, but I don’t know how to write it." Zhao Mingyang looked at the old man and said, he needed to start the topic from this point to find out more
Xu family.
Just like when you see a person introduced in the media, and if you go to the local area to inquire about this person, it is guaranteed to be completely different from what the media says.
As for the Xu family that Zhao Mingyang wants to inquire about, almost everyone in this place knows about it.
Zhao Mingyang was also skillful in asking around. Zhao Mingyang first targeted the old man. First of all, the old man had a good temperament and well-dressed clothes, which proved that he lived a good life in old age. Either he had savings or his children were doing well.
This kind of people get more information. Not every old man has experienced a lot and knows a lot. Some old people have never even been outside a ten-mile radius in their entire lives.
The cognition and experience are not necessarily more than those of fifteen or sixteen year olds.
"Columnist? Which media company? I was also a columnist before, we are peers." The old man looked at Zhao Mingyang and asked with a smile,
"I work in self-media. Let me show you our account. What we mainly do is online. I wonder if you understand." Zhao Mingyang took out his mobile phone and showed the old man a Weibo account.
"I understand, why don't you understand? Don't look at me. I'm over 70 years old. I play all these things. I can't be out of touch with the times. Let's see. Are you from this organization? You guys have caught up with the good times. We
Then there will be such a platform, and there will be no need to squeeze your head into the newspaper office," the old man said.
Zhao Mingyang frowned. It was hard to ask this old man about the Xu family. He was probably very cautious. If this old man was not in the media and was easy to inquire about, it would be his fault for being too talkative. He should have known better that he would not be a columnist anymore.
