Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 144 Walker Street Friday Night Market
It was already 05:30 in the afternoon, and the night shrouded the entire Walker Street as usual.

It stands to reason that at this time, the large-scale commuting time of day shift workers has passed, but today there are still many pedestrians on Walker Street, and there are even a certain number of small vendors.

Chen Yan suddenly realized that today is Friday.

The migrant workers in some companies have weekends and weekends. Most of these migrant workers work in office buildings in the upper part of Yanan City, and a small number of them work in small workshops on Walker Street.

Most of these workers are graduates of vocational schools and have certain skills—this is the decisive factor that distinguishes them from ordinary workers.

They don't need to rely entirely on selling their labor in exchange for meager remuneration. The skills they master allow them to get a slightly higher daily salary:

With a daily salary of at least 10 pence, they can barely support their families, and they can also use some savings to buy some delicacies that they can't usually eat at the [Night Market] on Friday.

Friday's [Night Market] belongs to everyone on Walker Street, including those Walker Street police officers who are severely disciplined by Sergeant Klein Justus, who usually stay open on Friday night. Close one eye.

For them, this is really an incredible feat.

Originally, if you want to buy fried chicken, you have to go to Birmingham Street on the north side of Walker Street, where there is a complete commercial ecology, and all kinds of restaurants are available, including a fried chicken restaurant opened by a Bornean from the south——

Their fried chicken shop is baked with special tropical spices, which is a rare, safe and healthy exotic delicacy accessible to ordinary people.

Chen Yan never eats their fried chicken, because they add mustard, which is one of the spices that Chen Yan fears the most.

Fortunately, today is Friday, and the night market on Walker Street can satisfy all the needs of the taste buds of the people.

At this time, the street completely lost the tranquility after dusk in the past. A large number of itinerant vendors gathered on the upper half of Walker Street. The noise of selling not only woke up the workers who had not yet worked the night shift, but also dispersed most of the buildings on Walker Street. The top night crow.

Due to the continuous development of light industrial products in the empire over the years, and the prices suppressed by politicians these days in order to win votes and please the people, itinerant vendors can also decorate their carts and baskets with cheap decorations——

Most of these decorations are handmade small plastic billboards, letters that represent the names of their products (although most of the workers are illiterate, but the vendors don't care about these), and cheap fluorescent sticks .

Occasionally, some street vendors dug out the discarded batteries and light tubes of rich people from nowhere, relying on that poor electrician knowledge to piece together flashing neon lights, which would immediately become the focus of attention on Walker Street.

Before the street lights came on, other mobile vendors mostly used kerosene lanterns for lighting.

Also before the street lights came on, if you looked at Walker Street from the Moon Tower in the city center, you would see a long snake made of dim kerosene lamps winding among the market wells.

One end of the long snake faces the direction of the city center, and the other end has been hidden in the increasingly dense corner buildings in the second half of Walker Street.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yan did not see Aunt Susan in the gathering place of mobile vendors.

In the original place of Aunt Susan stood a tall and thin young man, about ten years old, his face was five points similar to that of Aunt Susan. Pale reddish gold.

The difference from Aunt Susan is that the young man is pushing a small car that has undergone a gas transformation. Now, a pile of things that can't be seen to be chicken wings or wishbones are being fried in the oil pan on the small car.

Chen Yan came to the front and asked casually, "Aunt Susan is not at the stall today?"

The young man heard the identity of his regular customer from this question, so he held up some enthusiasm and replied: "Yes, my mother is sick, and now she is recuperating at home."

Chen Yan asked: "What is the disease?"

The young man was a little impatient, and the enthusiasm in his attitude disappeared, but he still answered him politely: "It's a cold, sir, you know, this winter is really hard."

Chen Yan nodded approvingly: "Three...four fried chicken."

The young man was finally happy, and he fried a new chicken, and talked more than before:

"Our stall could no longer be opened, and the cost of ingredients is too high... Fortunately, there is Mr. Leonardo, he is really a kind person, and he lowered the prices of ingredients in the entire market."

Chen Yan felt a little uncomfortable with this remark.

It seemed that he was overly happy because he had a business, and the young man continued to talk.

Judging from his words, he is not at all the same as his cautious mother.

"If you could vote, I would suggest Mr. Leonardo."

He even lobbied Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was slightly surprised and asked:
"That Leonardo is a politician after all, do you trust him so much?

Aren't you afraid that he will change his business strategy after taking office?

I mean, the business is his after all, and if he makes any changes that are not good for the people after he is elected, the voters will have nothing to do. "

The expression on the young man's face immediately dropped:

"What are you talking about? Does a person like Mr. Leonardo care about the money of us poor ghosts? He is one of the heirs of the William Adams Group!"

As he spoke, he angrily took the fried chicken out of the pan.

Because of the anger in his heart, he cooked very vigorously, which caused the fried chicken to be covered with cheap spices from the empire.

Chen Yan swallowed her saliva and scratched her head: "What you said seems to have nothing to do with whether he will change his business strategy..."

The young man forcefully put the fried chicken into the old newspaper folded into pockets:

"We don't count on Mr. Leonardo. Are we going to count on the Labor Party that does nothing, or the Liberal Party that gathers a group of rich and heartless businessmen? At least Mr. Leonardo has seen our demands!"

When he said the next sentence, the young man puffed up his chest and his eyes sparkled.

"He even came to my house and talked to me! Encourage me to fight for my career and one day I will succeed!"

This fact seems to do him great honor, as if the "success" in those encouragements had already been achieved.

Chen Yan was silent for two seconds, and said, "Where's the sheriff on Walker Street? Has he been to your house?"

The young man didn't expect Chen Yan to ask this question, so he was stunned for a moment before replying: "Of course, he has been there... But he has no ability and is a violent maniac. We have seen him beat people, and we have never seen him attack people on Walker Street." What an outstanding contribution."

"Pfft...ha!" Chen Yan couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)