Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1638: Free Commercial Zone, Demons and Ghosts Blast the Street
Just dinner.

Li Yu did not allow Song Min, He Chao and others to accompany him.

They wanted to study the situation in the trading market, so Li Yu asked them to conduct their own research and observation.

When I am around them, they tend to be reluctant to let go.

Li Yuanze took Qingyang, Liu Jinglie and Li Haoran to go to the night market together.

The four of them came to the night market. As a permanent resident here, Liu Jinglie didn't feel much when he saw the trading market and commercial district every day.

Li Yuan and the other two looked at the bright lights and bustling crowd in front of them, feeling a little surprised.

Li Haoran had been here before and had some understanding of the trading market, but he left when the thunderstorm occurred.

In just a few months, tremendous changes have taken place in the trading market.

Especially the commercial street, when he left, there were only two or three shops here.

Now there are more than a hundred.

The commercial district at night is different from the daytime. At night, neon lights flicker on the commercial street, and various retro hardcore industrial-style signs are hung, glowing and shining, contrasting with the purple-blue lights of the trading market walls in the distance.

All the evil spirits that didn't come out during the day came out at night.

A woman with nails all over her body and wearing primitive tribal makeup walked through the center of the commercial street.

The survivors on both sides fixed their eyes on her.

The woman looked straight ahead with a proud look.

While walking, it feels like a catwalk show.

"What is this?" Li Yuan widened his eyes and asked Liu Jinglie.

She has been in the apocalypse for several years and has never seen such characters or scenes.

"Forehead"

Liu Jinglue followed Li Yuan's gaze and saw Sister Ding, and replied:
"The second in command of the Cold-Blooded Army, known as Sister Ding in the underworld, likes to drink, perm her hair and nail, and is a righteous person."

Just as he finished speaking, a rhythmic and high-pitched music sounded from the side.

"Dance! This is DJ dance music
If I were a DJ would you love me? "

The loud music DJ sound attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a man with long hair, wearing a dark blue leather jacket and leather pants, with his chest open, and golden Chelsea shoes on his feet. He walked to the center of the commercial street carrying a speaker and walked slowly forward.

“???” Li Yuan and the other two’s eyes almost dropped to the ground.

"What the hell is this?" Li Haoran was a little confused about what the commercial district was doing.

Isn't this too open and free? !
Why is there everything?

Liu Jinglie touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly and said with a dry cough.

"Ahem, this is a guy nicknamed Deep Blue God of War, who likes to wear leather pants and carry speakers to rock the streets."

"no."

"Ah this."

Li Haoran asked in confusion: "What are they doing? Fashion show?"

Liu Jinglue thought for a moment and said:
"It's similar. It's similar to Chunxi Road before the end of the world. Many people like to wear their favorite clothes and show them off when the commercial area is crowded."

"Don't they have anything to do after eating? What's the point of doing this?" Li Haoran asked doubtfully. He really didn't understand.

Liu Jinglue scratched his head and replied:
"I think their behavior is understandable. We are all living in the end times and are under a lot of pressure. Especially for people like them, who are usually out on missions and hovering between life and death all day long. It is very likely that they will die in the mouths of zombies one day."

"Under such great mental pressure, they always have to find some outlets to vent their emotions."

"Some people like to drink, some like to visit Tingfenglou, and some like to go to the Colosseum to watch fist-to-flesh fights. Maybe they just like this kind of catwalk and enjoy the feeling of being watched."

Li Haoran was silent, but Li Yuan watched with great interest as the Deep Blue God of War carried the huge, worn-out speaker and walked through the streets, making a fuss.

Qingyang, who had been silent the whole time, said with some emotion:
"After the apocalypse, no one dared to speak loudly. I didn't expect that people here would carry speakers and play such loud noises. Aren't they worried about attracting zombies from the surrounding areas?"

Liu Jinglue thought for a moment and replied:

"It's better to have too much debt than to bear it. There haven't been any natural disasters like heavy rain recently, and the zombies around have been cleared out."

"Although there are still some zombies outside the wall at night, they don't pose much of a threat to the trading market."

“No matter how loud they are, they are just powerless roars. Even the wall-climbing zombies have ultraviolet lights, so they don’t dare to come up.”

Li Yuan's eyes showed a thoughtful expression, "Not bad, it's really free here."

"Yes."

Liu Jinglue explained:

"As long as you don't fight, rob or do anything against other people's wishes at the trading market, everything else is basically fine. It's very free."

"That old yellow-headed man said that the free atmosphere can increase stickiness, make survivors like this place, and attract more survivors to come here."

Li Yuan was thoughtful, with a gleam in his eyes:
"This old yellow guy is quite capable."

"Oh my god!" Li Haoran pointed at the two people walking next to him and was shocked.

"What?" Li Yuan and the other two looked over quickly.

I saw a couple walking hand in hand in the middle of the commercial street.

A slightly plump man with neat short hair, a carefully groomed beard, and even trimmed eyebrows, wearing white socks, shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, was holding the hand of another man.

The other man was wearing a ripped white shirt, sky-high heels, a reflective sequined suspender top, two huge earrings in his ears, and a red, yellow and blue snakeskin bag hanging from his shoulder.

He was dressed very femininely, but looking at his appearance and Adam's apple, you could tell at a glance that he was a man.

Holding hands tightly, the two walked towards the center of the commercial district of the trading market.

Qingyang covered Li Yuan's eyes and turned his head away, trying not to look.

It's really too eye-catching.

"What is this?" Li Haoran was too tired to complain.

"Cough cough."

Faced with Li Haoran's question, Liu Jinglie also felt extremely embarrassed.

"This... The trade fair advocates freedom, freedom of dress, freedom of love."

half an hour.

Two words popped out of Li Haoran's mouth.

“Cool leather.”

He really broadened his horizons. He had never seen such a scene before the apocalypse, but he didn't expect to see it after the apocalypse.

This kind of catwalk show originated from Ding Jie. Her unique way of dressing gave many people courage.

Gradually, more and more people followed her example, wearing their favorite clothes and going out to the commercial district at night.

With more people, it forms a catwalk.

It has become a feature of the commercial district.

After the two men walked away, a man wearing iron underwear and holding an iron chain came up from behind.
Liu Jinglue looked at Li Yuan and asked:

"Yuanzi, do you still want to go into the night market? Didn't you say you wanted to go in and take a look?"

Liu Jinglie is one year older than Li Yuan, and they are cousins.

Qingyang put his hand down.

Li Yuan looked at the prosperity in the commercial district, nodded and smiled:

"Now that I'm here, I must go and take a look."

"Okay, I'll take you around. This commercial area is more fun at night than during the day."

"Uh-huh."

The group walked towards the commercial district.

In the commercial area, there are two patrolmen wearing green vests on duty every few dozen meters to maintain order.

Apart from the main central road, there was a dense flow of people on both sides. The air was filled with the smell of barbecued snacks and all kinds of shouting could be heard.

It really feels like a night market before the end of the world.

In fact, the four of them were quite distinctive in the eyes of the survivors.

Qingyang was wearing casual clothes, but he had a Taoist bun on his head and a sword on his back.

You should know that the management regulations of the trading market clearly state that it is not allowed to bring cold weapons into the market.

The fact that he could carry a sword and walk around the business district openly without anyone stopping him showed that he was not an ordinary person.

The most conspicuous thing about Liu Jinglie and Li Haoran is the gun belts around their waists, with pistols inserted on them, which can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

Especially Liu Jinglüe.

Liu Jinglüe may not know these survivors, but these survivors definitely know Liu Jinglüe.

Because every time they enter and exit the trading market, especially when they enter for the first time, they have to register their information with Liu Jinglüe.

As the person in charge of security in Wengcheng, whether a survivor can enter the trading market depends entirely on Liu Jinglie's words.

Li Yuan was looking at these survivors, and these survivors were also looking at them, but they didn't dare to point fingers. They only dared to get closer and discuss in a low voice.

"A lot of big shots have come here recently. Do you know the guys next to Captain Liu?"

"I don't know him, but he must be of high status. How can someone who can be received by Captain Liu personally be an ordinary person..."

"Where on earth did these people come from? I've been in the trading market for so long, and this is the first time I've seen them. It's impossible that they have been staying in Oil City all this time."

"Who knows, but it must have come from outside. Didn't four helicopters fly in today?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, they are coming."

Li Yuan looked curiously at everything in the commercial area of ​​the trading market, stopping from time to time to look into the shops.

Qingyang was tense all over, following Li Yuan closely half a step behind to protect Li Yuan's safety.

There are too many people here, and no one knows whether they are good or bad, not to mention that Li Yu asked him to protect Li Yuan.

Suddenly, Li Yuan saw a barber shop.

"Good Again——Tattoo·Haircut·Piercing·Massage Shop"

There were seven or eight big men in vests busying around in the store.

There were two customers getting tattoos.

Closer to the street, several big men were cutting hair for customers.
"Welcome~" The two waitresses at the door said to Li Yuan and his group who came in with a second rising tone.

Chen Dachui, who was busy giving a tattoo to a customer, looked towards the door after hearing the sound. When he saw Li Haoran and Liu Jinglie, he immediately stood up.

“San’er, come here and tattoo this distinguished guest. You must do it well!”

Then he looked at the customer and said apologetically:
"Brother, I have something to do and can't tattoo you right now, so this is free for you!"

The customer was a 1.9-meter-tall man who was planning to get a snake tattooed on his neck.

When I heard Chen Dachui say that he wanted to find someone else to tattoo him, I wanted to get angry and curse at him.

But after hearing the word "free", um...
It seems like it’s okay not to be angry.

"Okay." The man replied indifferently.

Chen Dachui quickly put down the tattoo tools in his hand.

He is the leader of the Tattoo Gang. Before the end of the world, his family ran a dry stew shop, a time-honored brand that has been passed down for many years.

However, he was very rebellious when he was young. He didn't want to inherit his family's stewed pork shop, but instead tried to get into rock music. He didn't succeed in rock music, but because he often got tattoos, he learned how to tattoo from someone.

In order to survive, he opened a tattoo shop before the end of the world, and he usually liked to get tattoos and dreadlocks.

Unexpectedly, a zombie outbreak occurred, so he gathered a few brothers and formed a tattoo gang.

Later, when the Northern Territory was destroyed, he surrendered to the forces of the Camphor Tree Base. Later, he was summoned and came here to build a trading market.

He was one of the first people to build the trading market and watched it being built bit by bit.

Then he experienced a thunderstorm disaster and saw that the Oil City vigorously promoted the development of the commercial area after the thunderstorm. So he had an idea and responded to the call of the Oil City and opened a braised pork shop.

After all, he comes from a family that specializes in stewing pork, and he inherited the skill.

Before the end of the world, because he didn't want to inherit the braised pork shop in his hometown, he went to another place to pursue his musical dream.

Unexpectedly, a zombie outbreak occurred, and he was separated from his family forever.

Thinking of the father who had quarreled with him all his life, he and his father never reconciled until his death.

This became a pain in his heart.

So he opened a braised pork shop in the commercial district.

His father wanted him to pass on this craft, so he passed it on.

Unexpectedly, he responded to the call of the Oil City and opened a braised pork shop that met the needs of the survivors and his business was booming.

After the business became booming, he found it a bit uncomfortable to stay in the braised pork shop every day.

After all, he still doesn't like the idea of ​​braising.

So he opened another tattoo and barber shop.

Now the business of both stores is good, and he has pulled all the brothers from the tattoo gang to work in the stores.

There is no need to go to the construction site to work, after all, you only earn a few points a day.

Life is prosperous, which is good.

After going through all this, he understood one thing: if he wanted to keep up with the Oil City, he had to maintain good relationships with managers.

Chen Dachui smiled, bowed slightly, and walked in front of Liu Jinglie.

"Captain Liu, welcome to our store."

He looked at Li Haoran again, "Captain Li, long time no see."

"Do you know me?" Li Haoran was a little surprised. After all, he had not been in the trading market for a long time.

"know!"

"How could I not recognize you? You were here at the trading market before." Chen Dachui said quickly.

It is a very comfortable thing to be remembered by others. Li Haoran had a good first impression of Chen Dachui.

"Can you cut hair here?" Li Yuan asked.

Chen Dachui looked at their positions and clearly felt that Li Yuan's status was definitely not lower than Liu Jinglie.

He did not ask about Qingyang and Li Yuan's identities, as asking too much would only cause unpleasantness.

Since they come to your door, they must have some needs or problems, so just do your best to cooperate.

Just show your face first, and then you can build a good relationship later if you have the chance.

"Sure, do you want to cut your hair?" Chen Dachui asked with a smile.

Li Yuan is going to marry Qingyang this month, and she wants to get married in the most beautiful way.

That's why she wanted to cut her hair. Before, she basically just cut it casually with scissors.

"Cut, please help me cut a hairstyle suitable for wedding. I want a Chinese style." Li Yuan looked at Qingyang next to her and her face blushed.

Li Yuan's round face has lost its baby fat and turned into an oval face over the past six years.

Seeing Li Yuan looking at Qingyang, Chen Dachui saw through their relationship at a glance.

When he saw the Taoist bun on Qingyang's head and the sword on his back, he began to wonder about Qingyang's identity.

Calming his mind, he began to carefully observe Li Yuan's face shape and hair quality, and communicated with her in detail about the effect she wanted.

A few minutes later, Chen Dachui said to Li Yuan:

"I know what you want, don't worry, leave it to me."

He shouted to a female employee behind him:

"Wang Jing, take this distinguished guest to wash his hair."

(Ask for monthly ticket)