Chapter 1638: Free Commercial Zone, Monsters and Demons Destroy the Streets

Just dinner.

Li Yu also didn't let Song Min, He Chao and others accompany him.

They wanted to study the situation in the trading market, so Li Yu asked them to investigate and observe by themselves.

When you are around them, they tend to be unable to let go.

Li Yuan took Qingyang, Liu Jinglue, and Li Haoran together to visit the night market.

The four of them came to the night market. As a resident here, Liu Jinglue looked at the commercial area of ​​the trading market every day and didn't feel much.

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

Li Haoran had been here before and had a certain understanding of the trading market, but he left during the thunderstorm and natural disaster.

In just a few months, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the trading market.

Especially the commercial street, which only had two or three shops when he left.

Today there are more than a hundred.

The commercial district at night is different from that during the day. The neon lights of the commercial street flash at night, and various retro hardcore industrial-style signboards hang, flashing and shining, contrasting with the purple-blue lights of the trading market wall in the distance.

All the monsters and monsters that did not come out during the day came out at night.

A woman covered in nails and wearing primitive tribal makeup walked through the middle of the commercial street.

The survivors on both sides focused their eyes on her.

The woman looked straight ahead with her arrogant eyes.

When walking, it feels like a runway show.

"What is this?" Li Yuan asked Liu Jinglue with his eyes widened.

She has been in the apocalypse for so many years and has never seen such a character or such a scene.

"Forehead"

After Liu Jinglue followed Li Yuan's gaze and saw Sister Ding, he replied:

"The second in command of the cold-blooded army, she is known as Sister Ding in the world. She likes drinking, perming her hair, and having her nails done. She is a righteous person."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of rhythmic and high-pitched music came from the side.

"Move it, hit it! This is DJ dance music

If I were a DJ would you love me? "

The huge music DJ sound attracted everyone's attention.

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

"???" The eyes of Li Yuan and the others almost fell to the ground.

"What the hell is this?" Li Haoran also didn't understand what the business district was doing.

Isn't this too open and too free? !

It has everything!

Liu Jinglue touched his nose in embarrassment and coughed dryly.

"Ahem, this is a guy nicknamed Dark Blue God of War. He likes to wear leather pants and carry a stereo to blast the streets."

"no."

"Ah this."

Li Haoran asked with some confusion: "What are they doing? Catwalk?"

Liu Jinglue thought for a while and then said:

"Absolutely. It's similar to Chunxi Road before the end of the world. There are many people who like to wear their favorite clothes and show off when there are the most people in the business district."

"What do they have to do when they are full? What are they doing this for?" Li Haoran asked doubtfully, he really didn't understand.

Liu Jinglue scratched his head and replied:

"I think there is nothing wrong with their behavior. We are living in the apocalypse and are under great pressure. Especially people like them, who spend their days doing tasks outside and wandering between life and death all day long. It is very likely that they will die one day. "In the mouth of a zombie."

"Under such great mental pressure, they always look for some outlet to vent their emotions."

"Some people like to drink, some people like to visit Tingfeng Tower, and some people like to go to the arena to watch physical fist fights. They may just like this kind of catwalk and enjoy the feeling of being watched."

Li Haoran was silent, but Li Yuan watched with relish as the Dark Blue God of War walked through the street carrying the huge old stereo, blasting the streets.

Qingyang, who had been silent all this time, said with some emotion:

"After the apocalypse broke out, everyone didn't dare to speak loudly. I didn't expect that here, I would carry a speaker and play such a loud sound. Aren't you worried about attracting zombies from the surrounding area?"

Liu Jinglu thought for a moment and replied:

"The debts are overwhelming. There have been no heavy rains and natural disasters recently, not to mention that all the zombies around have been cleared away."

"Although there will still be some zombies outside the wall at night, they will not pose much of a threat to the trading market."

"No matter how loud the sound is, they are just roaring incompetently. Wall-climbing zombies don't dare to come up even if they have ultraviolet lights."

Li Yuan's eyes revealed his thoughts, "It's pretty good. It's really free here."

"Yes."

Liu Jinglue explained:

"As long as you don't do things against other people's wishes such as fights, conflicts, robberies, etc. at the trading market, everything else is basically fine. You're very free."

"The old man said that a free atmosphere can increase the stickiness, make survivors like this place, and let more survivors enter here."

Li Yuan thought thoughtfully, his eyes shining:

"This old Huangtou is quite capable."

"I'll go!" Li Haoran pointed at the two people walking next to him, shocked.

"What?" Li Yuan and the others looked over quickly.

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

A slightly fat man with clean and neat short hair, a carefully groomed beard, and even eyebrows was plucked. He was wearing white socks, shorts and short sleeves and was holding another man's hand.

The other man was wearing a ripped white shirt, high-heeled shoes, a reflective sequined suspender top, two huge earrings on his ears, and a red, yellow and blue snakeskin bag on his shoulder.

His outfit was very feminine, but looking at his appearance and Adam's apple, he could be recognized as a man at a glance.

The two held hands tightly and walked towards the center of the commercial district of the trading market.

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

It was really too eye-catching.

"What is this?" Li Haoran was a little powerless to complain.

"Ahem."

Facing Li Haoran's question, Liu Jinglue also felt extremely embarrassed.

"This. The trading market advocates freedom, freedom to wear, freedom to love."

After a while.

Li Haoran said two words.

"Cool leather."

He really gained experience. He had never seen such a scene before the end of the world, but he didn't expect to see it after the end of the world.

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

As time went by, more and more people followed her, put on their favorite clothes, and came to the commercial district to rock the streets at night.

With more people, a catwalk show was formed.

It became a feature of the commercial district.

After the two walked away, a man wearing iron underwear and holding an iron chain came from behind.

Liu Jinglue looked at Li Yuan and asked:

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

Liu Jinglue is one year older than Li Yuan, and the two are cousins.

Qingyang put his hand down.

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

"Since you are here, you must go and take a look."

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

"Yeah."

The group walked into the commercial district.

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

Except for the central main road, the flow of people on both sides is very dense.     The air is filled with the smell of barbecue snacks, and all kinds of shouting can be heard in the ears.

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

The four of them are actually very distinctive in the eyes of the survivors.

Qingyang is wearing casual clothes, but he has 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 cold weapons are not allowed to enter.

And he can carry a sword on his back and walk in the commercial area without anyone stopping him, which shows that this person is not ordinary.

The most conspicuous thing about Liu Jinglue and Li Haoran is the gun belt around their waists, with a pistol inserted on it, which can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

Especially Liu Jinglue.

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

Because each of them who enters and exits the trading market, especially when they enter for the first time, must register their information with Liu Jinglue.

Liu Jinglue is the person in charge of security inspection in Wengcheng. Whether a survivor can enter the trading market depends entirely on Liu Jinglue'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, and only dared to get close and discuss in a low voice.

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

"I don't know them, but they must be of good status. Can the people who can be received by Captain Liu personally be ordinary people..."

"Where did these people come from? I have been in the trading market for so long, but this is the first time I have seen them. It is impossible that they have been staying in the oil city all the time."

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

"Don't say it, don't say it, they are coming."

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

Qingyang was tense, following Li Yuan closely half a step behind, protecting Li Yuan's safety.

There are too many people here, 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.

"Come again - tattoo, haircut, piercing, massage shop"

There are seven or eight big men in vests busy in the shop.

There are two customers getting tattoos inside,

and several big men are cutting hair for customers near the street.

"Welcome~" The two waitresses at the door said to Li Yuan and his party who came in with a second rising tone.

Chen Dachui, who was busy tattooing customers, looked at the door after hearing the voice. When he saw Li Haoran and Liu Jinglie, he immediately stood up.

"San'er, come here and tattoo this distinguished guest, you must tattoo it well!"

Then he looked at the customer and said apologetically:

"Brother, I have something to do and can't tattoo you now, your order is free!"

The customer is a 1.9-meter-tall man, and he is going to tattoo a snake on his neck.

After hearing Chen Dachui say that he would change someone to tattoo him, he wanted to yell angrily.

But after hearing the word "free", um.

It seems that it is 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 was 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 braised pork shop, but wanted to do rock music. He didn't do rock music, but because he often got tattoos, he learned tattooing from someone.

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

Unexpectedly, the zombies broke out, so he found a few brothers and formed a tattoo gang.

Later, the North was destroyed, and he surrendered to the forces of the camphor tree base. Later, he was recruited and came here to build a trading market.

He was the first group of people to build the trading market, and watched the trading market 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 disaster, so he had an idea and responded to the call of the oil city and opened a braised pork shop.

He was a braised pork family after all, and he inherited this craft.

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, the zombies broke out, and he was separated from his family forever.

Thinking of the father who had quarreled with him all his life, he never reconciled with his father 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 the business was very hot.

After the business was hot, he found that it was still a bit uncomfortable to stay in the braised pork shop every day.

He still didn't like the braised pork business after all.

So he opened another tattoo barber shop.

Now the business of both shops is good, and the brothers of the tattoo gang have been pulled over by him to work in the shop.

There is no need to work on the construction site, after all, the construction site only earns a few points a day.

Life is booming, which is better.

After experiencing all this, he understood one thing, that is, to keep up with the Oil City, he must have a good relationship with the management staff.

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

"Captain Liu, welcome to our store."

Looking 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.

"I know you!"

"How could I not know 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 the positions between them and clearly felt that Li Yuan's status was definitely not lower than Liu Jinglüe.

He did not ask about Qingyang and Li Yuan's status. Asking too much would easily cause unhappiness.

Since they came to the door, they must have needs or problems, just try their best to cooperate.

First, show your face, and then slowly build a good relationship later.

"Sure, do you want a haircut?" 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 posture.

That's why she wanted to get a haircut. She used to just cut it herself with scissors.

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

Li Yuan's round face, after six years, lost its baby fat and became a melon-seed face.

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 wondered about Qingyang's identity.

Concentrating 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."

(asking for monthly tickets)