Lift your gaze to the mirror.

The face of a young man in his early twenties.

Nance took a step back and looked himself over.

He has black hair, black eyes, long thighs and slender muscles, and he looks very nice...but he is a bit depressed, otherwise his handsomeness would be even higher.

The state of mental exhaustion was very uncomfortable, so he casually hummed "y.m.c.a." to adjust his state.

" i said young man pick yourself off the ground."

(I said, brother, cheer up!)

"i said young man 'cause you are in a new town."

(Because you have come to this new home!)

Halfway through humming, Nance thought of a funny little old man with blond hair and red face.

Um.

Running for mayor is worse than dancing.

While shaking my legs, I finished washing my face.

As soon as I picked up the shirt and put it on, I found that the buttons on the cuffs had fallen off.

But that doesn't matter.

Because the spirit has completely returned.

Any fear, confusion and uneasiness about the new environment temporarily disappeared with the singing.

He has always been an optimistic person.

Particularly good at self-comfort and emotional adjustment.

"y.m.c.a!"

Shaking his shoulders and putting on his coat, Nance tied his tie in front of the mirror and put on black leather shoes in front of the shoe cabinet. Neatly dressed, he took his wallet and pushed out the door, looking for a place to have breakfast.

Only when you are full can you have the energy to do things!

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Shin-Yokohama is the largest city in California.

The urban area is divided into two parts, the island area and the old area, separated by the Victoria Harbor Bay.

Lesson 9 is located on a high platform behind the pier in the old district. When Nance pushed the door open, he was greeted by an open landscape.

The two urban areas are separated by a large expanse of sea water. The sea water is gray, and across the sea are towering skyscrapers.

The bright-looking giant goldfish projection shines under the gloomy sky, and the suspended train shuttles between the buildings. Countless glass curtain walls are illuminated by neon, giving people a sense of danger just like countless swords and swords.

Looking at this high-tech picture, a feeling of dizziness suddenly spread in Nance's mind.

In the year 269 of the New Era, my city was rated as the worst city in the empire...just kidding.

He amused himself by complaining, and continued to look at the future city across the sea.

Those huge luminous high-rise buildings are like giant anthills, showing the appearance of a highly developed capitalist society; they are also like a starship cemetery, with static beauty and violent momentum intertwined into a huge apocalyptic fantasy.

certainly.

That's the new area.

The old area isn't that good.

Nance moved his gaze slightly and looked at the Qingshan Bridge connecting the island area and the old area.

Neatly dressed guards interrogate citizens who want to enter the island with cold faces, and those who do not meet the requirements will be violently persuaded to return.

At this end of the bridge is the old district of New Yokohama. There are no bright and beautiful buildings in sight. All you can see are huge, gray walls and ruined shantytowns.

Order and chaos, rich and poor, clean and dirty... What separates the Victoria Harbor are two classes and two completely different worlds.

With this huge sense of fragmentation, if Dickens could come and live there for three to five years, wouldn't he be able to write another "A Tale of Two Cities"?

Nance's thoughts spread endlessly.

A "Tsim Sha Tsui" fishing boat passed under the bridge, black and gray waves surged up, and many dead fish washed up to the beach with the waves.

In this situation, no matter how optimistic he is, Nance is not optimistic about his future.

He is like a player without a novice tutorial. He will accidentally game over and cannot save and restart.

Lady luck will definitely favor me!

Nance could only comfort himself in this way.

"Ah~"

Yawning, I came to the streets of the old district.

The time is the end of October.

Dirty snowdrifts were piled up on both sides of the street, and the air was cold, heavy, and tight. Pedestrians needed to pay attention to their steps to avoid slipping.

The young girls all had their cheeks flushed from the cold. From time to time they put their hands to their mouths and breathed out, spitting out clouds of white mist.

The climate has completely changed.

Nance walked slowly while admiring the unfamiliar street scenery.

The neighborhood behind the port is called Spana District. It is an old entertainment district, and it really has the nickname "Night City".

It's daytime now, and all the shops in this area have their doors and windows closed. Neon lights and holographic signs are all waiting for the night to come under the leaden sky.

Dirty water flows across the road and debris is littered.

Judging from the freshness of the garbage, it must have been made last night.

After walking around for a while, I came to a living area called Renqing, and the atmosphere of life suddenly became much richer.

"Come, come, delicious meat buns!"

"5p apples!"

“Seafood, seafood, fresh seafood!”

“Fresh greenhouse vegetables…”

Vendors in fixed shops on the roadside are loudly soliciting customers, and mobile vendors pushing small carts are also sparing no effort in selling among the crowd, moving forward at a snail's pace.

Most of the citizens who were in a hurry waved their hands away impatiently.

Today’s job has not yet been secured. If you want to spend money, you have to wait until you earn money...

Nance stepped on the wet pavement, clutching the wallet in his pocket, and squeezed through the crowds of people on the street.

What I hear in my ears are various Chinese languages ​​​​with the smell of new horses, curry, footbath, and durian. They are everywhere, but they are always drowned out by the collective noise of the surging crowd the moment they sound.

Looking at it from any angle, you can see messy buildings, wet floors, endless signboards, and white water vapor rising along the pipes;

There are both internal combustion cars and suspended trams running on the streets, and even Western-style palace carriages and rickshaws will appear from time to time.

Science and technology are highly developed, but the living standards of most ordinary people are not high - this was Nance's first impression of the city of New Yokohama.

After walking forward for a while, we came to the leisure square in the middle of the block. There was a street singer playing guitar by the fountain.

The melody is sometimes melodious and sometimes unrestrained.

A group of ragged children with sallow faces gathered around him, dancing on the snow to the beat.

Opposite is a mayoral candidate giving a speech.

He denounced privatization, advocated taking enterprises related to people's livelihood into the ownership of the city hall, and increasing investment in infrastructure construction.

A group of exquisite girls in kimonos were taking photos and posting on social media. They were laughing and joking, mocking the stupidity of the candidates' ideas. Next to them was an Arab woman wearing a veil. She was standing and listening to the speech, as if listening to a saint.

sound.

Nance walked through the crowd alone.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.

The excitement is all local and indigenous, he is just walking on the edge of the deserted Mars.

There are various stalls outside the square.

There are food stalls and cafes; air gun shooting and snake charmer performances; there are also fortune-telling stalls and divination stalls open opposite the door.

The large blond woman with a crystal ball in front of her kept raising her hand to greet the guests: "Please come here for a divination, but be careful, your destiny is about to take a big turn..."

The old man with a mustache and a long coat was also shouting: "Measuring destiny, pointing out the lost, and calculating fortune. These are all secret techniques left by the ancestors of Qianji. If it doesn't work, no money is needed..."

In this small square, there are people of all colors and clothes, all speaking Chinese. The signs are also in Chinese, with occasionally a little strange Latin mixed in.

It seems that the current world is a world of great cultural integration, and there is no concept of nation yet.

"Can you buy a flower, sir?"
Chapter completed!