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Chapter 553 Dissonance at the Bottom
If Zhao Mingyang wants to truly integrate into this world, he must start contacting from the bottom, and find a sense of reality and existence. Otherwise, like the previous state, Zhao Mingyang will either have mental problems, or he will become an emotionless person. NPC is completing a task.

For him personally, this is a very bad phenomenon.

If a person finds that he is mentally unwell, he must adjust and actively choose treatment, otherwise he will have endless troubles, and he is more aware of mental problems than anyone else.

Zhao Mingyang can let go of everything and choose treatment first.

I don't know how other reborns can have no barriers to the reborn world, but Zhao Mingyang has a big gap and a strong sense of tearing, maybe he is still too weak.

It's like a person who suddenly goes abroad to settle down. Some people have no barriers, while others have difficulty adapting. It takes a long, long adjustment period.

Zhao Mingyang took a deep breath, looked at the time, it was seven o'clock in the evening, it was not time for dinner, and there were not many people in the night market, so Zhao Mingyang walked around alone.

There were street singers singing with their stereos, and patrolling night market street security guards were chasing them away. Zhao Mingyang watched carefully. One side was out to make a living, and the other was also out to make a living, but the positions of the two were different.

If the security guards let homeless singers sing here, and the administrator sees that they will deduct their wages, maybe they also want to listen to music, and if the homeless singers are kicked out of the night market, it means that there may be no income tonight. At this time, he will There was a dispute with the security guard, and he began to yell at the security guard for bullying others.

Passers-by condemned the security guard one after another, why the vagabond singer was not allowed to sing here, the security guard could only vent his anger on the vagabond singer, and firmly refused to let him sing here.

The resident singers in front of each store were very happy that the security guards drove the homeless singer out of the night market street, because this homeless singer came here to sing every day, which affected their performance. After all, this group of singers who have fixed positions in front of the shops A singer has to pay a fee to the store every month, and also to the management of the night market street.

The contradictions caused by different positions made the people who were originally at the bottom no longer have resonance, only confrontation.

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 that the residents will be reported because of the noise. The road is very wide, ten meters wide, so every shop puts tables in front of the store. The long street over [-] meters long, the waiters Solicit customers directly on the street.

A street is full of food stalls with fronts, and customers basically don’t eat in the store, so they feel that there is no need to come here after eating in the store. Nowadays, it is rare to eat food stalls, and they are not allowed to set up.

This has become a place where people who eat food stalls gather, and most people come here to eat on the roadside.

Food stalls have always been a way to express fireworks in many film and television dramas, why?
Because here are all three religions and nine streams eating together, and there is no identity or occupation at all. The customers who dine include corporate white-collar workers, some play music, some students, and there are also a few families who come here to dine, and there are also a group of low-level bastards. of.

Some people can't stand the noisy sound, and some people enjoy it.

Zhao Mingyang walked to the door of Ah Cheng's barbecue. Outside the door were several large refrigerators, which contained various barbecue ingredients. He took a small plate to choose by himself. After the selection, he gave it to the boss. There was no specific price. If there is no price tag, it is easy to charge randomly. Phenomenon.

After Zhao Mingyang asked the prices one by one, he picked out what he wanted to eat, and took the waiter's bill. After looking at the prices and the items he had chosen, he ordered something for about 80 yuan, 70 yuan for barbecue plus a bottle beer.

I have to say that the consumption here is really not low, and a string of mutton skewers costs three yuan.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. The program Li Yanqing compiled for Zhao Mingyang really worked. It automatically sent voices to his little cousin to wake her up at regular intervals. Zhao Mingyang recorded a lot of voices and sent regular messages to other girlfriends.

No longer afraid of forgetting to send messages to girlfriends to ask them if they have eaten, miss you, what are you doing, etc.

Zhao Mingyang's mobile phone is no lower than the security level of the President of the United States' mobile phone.

You need to enter a double password to enter the main system. There is also a guest mode and multiple WeChat avatars. This is a specific version.

"Boss, I'm adding fried rice noodles." Zhao Mingyang said,

Looking at the phone, I opened the WeChat nearby people, and quickly turned it off, why did I have this professional problem?

5 minute later.

"The old man doesn't mind sharing the table." Zhao Mingyang sat in front of an old man with gray hair and a white beard and said. Tang suit, a pair of black cloth shoes, one thing to say, this is full of Graham.

The old man held a pipe and watched Zhao Mingyang lose: "You just came to Pengcheng."

"The old man has good eyesight, he just arrived here," Zhao Mingyang said.

"It's not good eyesight. Young people like you who come to eat at this hour are basically just coming from other places. After nine o'clock, there are many people of your age. When they come here, they put the computer on the table and swipe at the same time." Type on the keyboard." The old man smiled.

"That's why the old man observed carefully." Zhao Mingyang said with a smile.

"Your mouth is quite eloquent. If you don't know, you think you have something to ask me. I come here to eat something every day, so I can see for sure." The old man narrowed his eyes and said cautiously.

"I really have one thing to ask the old man. I just came here and I have been here several times, but I didn't grow up in this city. How long have you lived here, old man? Just want to know, What 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 needs to start the topic from this point, so let's find out Xu family.

Just like when you see a person introduced in the media, and you go to the local area to inquire about this person, it is guaranteed to be completely different from what the media said.

As for the Xu family that Zhao Mingyang wanted to inquire about, almost everyone in this place knew about it.

Inquiring is also skillful. Zhao Mingyang first locked on this old man. First of all, the old man has a good temperament and well-dressed, which proves that he has a good life in old age. Either he has savings or his children are doing well.

This kind of people get a lot of news, not every old man has experienced a lot and knows a lot, and some old people have never even traveled ten miles in their entire lives.

Cognition and experience are not necessarily more than fifteen or sixteen-year-old children.

"Columnist? Which media? I used to be a columnist too, we belong to the same industry." The old man looked at Zhao Mingyang and asked with a smile,

"I'm in the self-media business. Let me show you our account. Our main business is online. I don't know if you understand it." Zhao Mingyang took out his mobile phone and showed the old man a Weibo account,

"Understood, why don't you understand? Don't look at me. I'm over 70. I play all these things. I can't get out of touch with the times. Let me see. Are you from this organization? You have caught up with the good times. Ours If there is such a platform, there is no need to squeeze your head into a newspaper office," said the old man.

Zhao Mingyang frowned. It was hard enough to inquire about the Xu family from this old man. I guess he was very cautious. The identity of the photographer is fine.

(End of this chapter)