Chapter 144 Friday Night Market on Walker Street

It was already half past five in the afternoon, and darkness enveloped the entire Walker Street as usual.

It stands to reason that at this time, it is usually past the large-scale commuting time for day shift workers, 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.

Some companies' migrant workers have weekends off. Most of these migrant workers work in office buildings in the upper city 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 possess certain skills - this is the decisive factor that distinguishes them from ordinary workers.

They do not need to rely entirely on selling their labor in exchange for meager remuneration. The skills they have mastered allow them to earn slightly higher daily wages:

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 strictly disciplined by Chief Klein Justice. They usually turn a blind eye while on duty on Friday night.

Close one eye.

To them, this was truly an incredible feat.

Originally, if you want to buy fried chicken, you have to go to Birmingham Street north of Walker Street. There is a complete commercial ecosystem there with all kinds of restaurants, including a fried chicken restaurant opened by a Bornean from the south——

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

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

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

At this time, the streets had completely lost the tranquility after dusk in the past. A large number of mobile vendors gathered in the upper half of Walker Street. The noise caused by the hawking not only woke up the workers who had not yet started the night shift, but also dispersed most of the buildings on Walker Street.

Night crow on top.

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

Most of these decorations are small handmade plastic billboards, bent with wire, with letters representing the names of their products (although most of the workers are illiterate, the vendors don't care about this), and cheap glow sticks with punched holes.

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Occasionally, a street vendor will dig out the discarded batteries and light tubes of rich people from nowhere, and rely on his poor electrician knowledge to piece together a flashing neon light, which will immediately become the focus of attention on Walker Street.

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

Also before the street lights come on, if you look towards Walker Street from the Moon Clock Tower in the city center, you will see a long snake made of dim kerosene lamps, looming between the streets.

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

In the gathering place of mobile vendors, Chen Yan unexpectedly did not see Aunt Susan.

Standing where Aunt Susan had been, stood a tall and thin young man, probably in his teens. His face was very similar to Aunt Susan's. The young man's eyes were a little melancholy, and his hair was exactly the same color as Aunt Susan's. Reddish gold color.

Unlike Aunt Susan, the young man was pushing a small cart that had been renovated with gas. Now, a bunch of things that couldn't be clearly seen as chicken wings or wishbones were being fried in the oil pan on the cart.

Chen Yan came closer and asked casually: "Aunt Susan didn't come out of the stall today?"

The young man recognized the identity of his old customer from this question, so he mustered up some enthusiasm and replied: "Yes, my mother is sick and is recovering at home now."

Chen Yan asked: "What disease is it?"

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 difficult."

Chen Yan nodded in agreement: "Three... four servings of fried chicken."

The young man was finally a little happier. He fried new chicken for him and talked more than before:

"Our stall could no longer operate because the cost of ingredients was too high... Fortunately, Mr. Leonardo was a kind-hearted man who lowered the price of ingredients in the entire market."

Chen Yan felt a little uncomfortable with this statement.

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

Judging from his words, he is nothing like his cautious mother.

"If you can vote, I recommend voting for Mr. Leonardo."

He even lobbied Chen Yan.

Chen Yan asked slightly surprised:

"That Leonardo is a politician after all, do you believe in him so much?

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

I mean, the business is his family after all, and even if he makes any changes that are not conducive to the people after being 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 poor people like us? 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 with great force, which resulted in the fried chicken being covered with cheap spices native to the empire.

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

The young man put the fried chicken one by one into old newspapers folded into pockets:

"If we don't count on Mr. Leonardo, why should we count on the Labor Party, which has done nothing, or the Liberal Party, which has gathered a group of businessmen who are greedy for wealth and have no mercy? At least Mr. Leonardo has seen our demands!"

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

"He even came to my house and talked to me! He encouraged me to work hard for my career and I will succeed one day!"

This fact seemed to give him great honor, as if those encouraged "successes" had been realized.

Chen Yan was silent for two seconds and then said, "Where is the police chief on Walker Street? Has he been to your house?"

The young man didn't expect Chen Banyan to ask this. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "Of course, he has been there... but he has no ability and is a violent maniac. Apart from seeing him beating people, we have never seen him attack Walker Street." What outstanding contributions have you made?"

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