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The so-called Black Street was only because of the development of technology and the higher the buildings became, the densely packed high-rise buildings blocked the sunlight to a large extent. As a result, some of the narrow streets at the bottom of the buildings were dark most of the day, so people called it "Black Street."
The area around Fang Zhao's current residence was surrounded by apartment blocks that were more than 100 stories tall. Between the buildings, there would be some narrow "gaps," and below those gaps was what people called "black streets." Therefore, the people who lived on "black streets" were also called "people who lived in the gaps," another term for people at the bottom of the social ladder.
The conditions on black streets were not good. Other than the lack of sunlight, it was a chaotic environment.
After the original owner of the body had signed a contract with a company, he had moved out of school. There was no one to disturb him, so it was more convenient to compose. The only problem was that he had limited funds, so he could only rent a shipping container like this on a black street. The original owner of the body had thought of exchanging the fruits of his hard work for a salary and moving out. Unfortunately, before he could submit his work to the company, it had been stolen by a trusted friend.
The original owner of the body had four childhood friends: Zeng Huang, Zeng Huang's fiancee, Wan Yue, Fang Sheng, and his ex-girlfriend, Xi Hong.
The five of them grew up together and lived in the same building when they were young. Unfortunately, when they were in middle school, the building they lived in exploded due to an accident. Less than one percent of the people in the building survived. Only the five of them who lived in the school survived.
The government had paid a lot of compensation for the accident, and the welfare policies were good. The compensation was enough for them to finish college. The five of them had been schoolmates from primary school to middle school. They had come to Qi'an City together in college. Although they were at different schools, they still kept in touch. However, the five of them were not as close as they had been when they were young.
After the apocalypse, the Global Alliance had been established. It was a unified whole, regardless of country.
The 12 continents of the alliance were divided into eight major continents and four special continents.
Fang Zhao was currently in the political and financial center of Yanzhou, one of the eight major continents. It was also the headquarters of the state government, Qi'an City.
The original owner of the body had the best grades among the five. He had been admitted to Yanzhou's best music school, the Qi'an Academy of Music.
Since the beginning of the New Era, among the 100 most influential composers in Yanzhou, nearly half of them had graduated from the composition department of the Yanzhou Music Academy. Among them, quite a few were highly influential on a global scale and were the dream schools of many.
Most of the students who graduated from the composition department were signed by entertainment companies before they even graduated. Half a year before graduation, the original owner of the body had caught the eye of Silver Wing Media, one of Yanzhou's top three entertainment companies, and signed a six-month internship contract.
For the first three months of the six months, the original owner of the body would be studying at Silver Wing Media, running errands for the seniors there and attending classes arranged by the company. The last three months would be the time Silver Wing Media gave them to prepare for the music industry's new talent competition. Their performance in the last three months would directly determine whether or not they could remain at Silver Wing Media as official employees, and it would affect their future development. Silver Wing Media would allocate resources based on their performance in the new talent competition.
However, the work that the original owner had painstakingly created for the new talent competition had been stolen by his childhood friend, Fang Sheng.
Fang Sheng had the same surname as the original Fang Sheng and was a distant relative of the original Fang Sheng. He had always been a good brother and companion of the original Fang Sheng. At the most critical moment, he had stabbed the original Fang Sheng in the back, causing the original Fang Sheng to commit suicide.
Stopping searching his memories, Fang Zhao noticed that the outside had gradually become lively. There were voices all around. The house was on the second floor. The first floor directly below was a slightly larger store. The sound of people opening doors and moving things could be heard from downstairs. People in the opposite building opened their windows and looked out.
Although it was still rather dark, Fang Zhao looked at the street as if he were admiring a rare piece of art.
The changes from the end of days to now were too great. Fang Zhao found it both strange and novel.
This was the new world.
The end of days, also known as the Period of Destruction, had ushered in a true golden age.
Those old friends of his would surely be very happy if they had survived to the end. That century-long war and billions of lives had finally been exchanged for the golden age everyone had hoped for.
The clamor and darkness should have made people frustrated, but at this moment, Fang Zhao felt a boundless vitality. The world he had once yearned for had once again arrived.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fang Zhao greedily felt the breath of the new world after the end of days.
The inspiration to compose jumped wildly in his brain, as if it wanted to rush out. His blood seemed to have soared to a boiling temperature. Every hair on his body was trembling with excitement.
Still not enough.
To compose successfully, this bit of inspiration was still not enough.
The clamor outside was getting louder, and the sky outside was brighter than before. Furthermore, the changes were intensifying.
Fang Zhao stopped reminiscing and locked the window. Based on the memories of this body, Fang Zhao knew that the busiest time of the day was coming. It was also the most precious time of the black street.
His gaze swept across the room and paused on the bracelet on the bedside table for two seconds. Fang Zhao quickly walked over and clasped the bracelet on his left wrist. This was something more than 90 percent of the people in the new world had. It was a type of personal terminal.
Currency was widely used in virtual form, so if Fang Zhao wanted to buy things, he had to bring it along. At the same time, it was also the key to this house.
After clasping the bracelet, Fang Zhao walked to the door and paused. He turned back, picked up the stray dog that was lying on the floor and staring at him, and brought them out together.
When he stepped out, Fang Zhao noticed many people like him heading to the first floor. This building was like a beehive. Many residents lived there, and most of them were like Fang Zhao. They lived a hard life and could only hole up in such a cramped place that did not see the sun most of the day.
The streets at the bottom of the high-rise were dark most of the time, even during the day. People with money would live on the higher floors. People always yearned for a brighter place.
And people who could not live on the higher floors with better conditions and could not afford to go out would set their sights on noon every day. This was also the only time of the day that the black street received a brief burst of sunlight.
People who ran down from the upper floors only gave Fang Zhao a quick glance and walked past him. They only had a vague impression of Fang Zhao. They were not familiar with him and could not be bothered to greet him.
A few people glanced at Fang Zhao curiously when they saw him carrying a dog. Fang Zhao did not mind. He met their gaze and smiled.
The other party was clearly astonished. They were probably wondering why this usually gloomy young man could smile.
At this time of day, most of the people sunbathing on the streets were older. Most of the people who came out of the elevator were white-haired old men and women who staggered.
When he walked out of the building, Fang Zhao noticed that there were already quite a few people on the streets. Larger vehicles had other routes, so there were basically no cars coming and going on the surface of the black street. Most of the day was very quiet, except now.
The sun gradually rose. Sunlight shone on the lower floors of the mass housing blocks. Some people who did not come to the streets opened their windows to enjoy the precious sunlight of the day.
Fang Zhao was not in a hurry to occupy space. Instead, he walked to the store on the first floor. He was very hungry. Everything else could wait until he was full.
Because of the apocalypse, the newly established planetary government in the New Era did not restrict firearms at first, afraid that another apocalyptic war would break out. If they were so unlucky, everyone could carry a weapon and join the fray at any time. But the situation gradually spiraled out of control. Guns were rampant, and there was frequent unrest. A few continents even changed their leaders. The planetary government was almost overthrown. That was when they started restricting guns. Especially in the past century, gun restrictions had been especially strict. Ordinary citizens were not allowed to own guns.
As for the owner of the store, Yue Qing, he was a retired soldier. He was one of the few people on the black street who could legally own a gun. The punks on the black street did not dare provoke people with guns. That was also the main reason this store could operate safely on the black street.
As Fang Zhao walked into the store, Yue Qing, who was yawning, glanced at him curiously. He remembered that the kid had looked like he was going to commit suicide yesterday and wouldn't listen to anything. Yue Qing had thought there would be another suicide on the black street, but he hadn't expected Fang Zhao to show up here today.
Yue Qing's gaze swept over the dog Fang Zhao was carrying. That's right, it's the kid from yesterday. He had seen the kid pick up the stray dog last night. When the punks who had come to his store to buy things had seen it, they had even started a bet on what the kid would do with the dog. Would it be buried with him, or would it be butchered and eaten? Now it looked like they had been wrong.
Fang Zhao sensed Yue Qing's gaze, but it was only out of curiosity. There was no malice, so Fang Zhao ignored it. Following his memory, he chose the most practical items — three thumb-sized sealed strips. They might not be big, but they were as heavy as metal in his hand. Low-end compressed food.
Yue Qing retracted his gaze and glanced at the items Fang Zhao had chosen. "That's a total of nine dollars. Decompression? "
The so-called decompression was the decompression of compressed food, so that these compressed hard lumps could be directly eaten.
"Decompression. And a cup of tea, "Fang Zhao said.
"Decompression is 50 cents, tea is 50 cents. That's a total of 10 dollars." As he spoke, Yue Qing opened the three strips of compressed food and placed them in the decompression machine. After about 10 seconds, he took out a plate. On it were three steamed cakes that were 20 centimeters long and 7 to 8 centimeters wide. They were still emitting steam.
"Take them away?" Yue Qing asked.
"No need, we'll eat here." Fang Zhao took the plate and asked Yue Qing, "Boss Yue, can you move the chair out?"
"Don't move it too far," Yue Qing replied without lifting his head. He wasn't afraid that the kid would steal his chair. On this street, there weren't many people who dared to steal from his shop.
Fang Zhao placed the dog near the entrance of the shop and brought out a chair to sit on.
Of the three compressed cakes, Fang Zhao gave one to the dog at his feet and ate the other two. If this had been the end of days, he wouldn't have been so generous as to share food with a dog he had just met. But being reborn in the New Era, Fang Zhao was in a good mood and was willing to share. Since the original owner of the body had picked it up and it hadn't died, he would keep it.
The taste of the compressed cake wasn't great, and the tea was made with low-quality artificial powder. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been sold so cheaply. But as someone who had come from the end of days, Fang Zhao felt that this was a delicacy. He had experienced hunger in the early stages of the apocalypse. Although he didn't have to worry about food in the later stages, he wasn't so particular.
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