MTL - Treasure Hunt Tycoon-Chapter 1591 Dungeons
Looking up at the underground food city with a tiptoe, Li Du lamented: "It's so big here, so many people."
"After all, its predecessor was Seattle's largest bomb shelter." The **** laughed.
During World War II, a large air-raid shelter was built below Pike Place. After the war, the air-raid shelter was rebuilt several times but there were no good projects.
Later, the government gave up its jurisdiction over this place, and gradually it became a gathering place for tramps.
Tramps also have to eat, so some low-end dining cars drive here to provide cheap high-calorie food.
Seattle was originally a second-tier city. Later, it seized the opportunity of the Internet and gradually developed. Many Internet giants settled here, and many young people came to find jobs and live here.
These people are the earliest IT men in the world. At that time, the Internet boom had not yet appeared and their salaries were very low. They had to find ways to save money.
On the diet, they gradually found cheap food in the underground plaza and came here to buy food.
Homeless people come from all over the United States and even all over the world. Caucasian blacks and yellows, Africans, Japanese, Chinese, Europeans, Middle Eastern and South Americans, etc., are mixed with dragons and snakes.
They come from all over the world and bring food from all over the world. IT men also come from all over the United States. The dietary tastes are complex, but no matter what style of food they like, they can always be found here.
It's been a long time, and as IT men start to make money from the Internet, they start to have money and their tastes start to trickle up.
With the subtle influence, the stalls gradually upgraded, and the chefs of the vendors began to pay attention to hygiene, and also started to introduce some relatively high-grade food.
This attracts more diners, and the underground food city has formed a virtuous circle: more and more people come to eat, the more money merchants make, the more money they have to improve the eating environment, the more attractive they are, the more people come to eat many……
In the end, a wonderful underground food city was formed. Food vendors and their followers changed the traditional market and created an independent food carnival night.
To this day, the underground food city not only has food, but also music performances.
It used to be a gathering place for vagabonds, but now it has become a lair for vagabond singers and vagabond artists. They can enjoy some discounts when eating in the food city, and they can even use their craft to change their food.
For example, wandering singers, they can sing at a certain booth, as long as the boss is satisfied, they can entertain them for a meal.
There are also homeless painters, who will find a place to set up an easel to paint portraits of diners to make money. While diners are waiting, they will buy some snacks and drinks from left and right to pass the time.
So, this helped the stall bosses to increase their turnover, and the bosses offered their rewards and would entertain them.
Some booths have even formed cooperation with these street artists. Some outstanding street singers will be resident in certain booths. These bosses will also pay them some money in addition to eating and drinking.
Li Du was walking among the crowd, and looking at all of them at random, it was quite interesting.
Chinese food is very popular in the underground food city because it is prepared quickly and high in calories, and eating such a food on winter nights will make people feel instinctual.
Li Du had a fried pork belly in his hand, and then heard a familiar Northeast cavity: "Come, old iron, don't be polite, give you a big bunch, and this, this is the treasure in the palm, the best, eat it Eat it ... "
He looked through the crowd and saw a guy busy behind a barbecue stall. Several people were standing in front of the grill. He was entertaining an old man in black clothes.
The old black man looked like a homeless man with messy hair, beards, messy clothes, rough skin, and calluses on his hands.
The old man had some kebabs in his hand. Although he couldn't understand the Chinese, but he could understand what the stall owner meant, he shook his head while chewing in his mouth: "OK, OK, thank you guys, I have enough, and I eat enough Now, you are a good person, God bless good people, I do n’t want to, you go and help others, may God bless you. "
Li Du walked in line and ordered a few big kebabs. The guy looked up at him and smiled, "Chinese?"
"Yes," Li Du answered in Mandarin. "Are you a compatriot in the Northeast?"
The guy took off his gloves and held out his hand, and the smile on his face grew brighter: "Yes, that is Gada, haha, hello, hello, you ordered a lot, my bunch is big, can you eat it? "
Li Du pointed back and said, "Your string is big, but I have a lot of people. My surname is Li. What do you call it?"
"Yang Dong, because I was born in the winter, my uncle's trouble-free, haha, just give me this name." The guy laughed.
Seeing his compatriots obviously made him very happy. He went to clean up a small table and invited Li Du to sit down: "Come ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ buddy, sit down for two cups, and I will give you a preferential price. "
Li Du smiled: "I thought you would invite me, I think the old gentleman you just asked for, right?"
Yang Dong rubbed his nose and said, "Hey, you see that this is a rich man, can you still care about the brother? Hey, that old man is a tramp, I will not make any money from the tramp. I just came to Seattle Then I wandered around in desperation, knowing that it was uncomfortable, and now I can help. "
His kebabs were large and heavy, which was in line with American preferences. Someone was waiting in line soon in front of the booth.
Yang Dong pointed at him and said, "Brother, you have two bites by yourself. I'll go and do some work. Let's talk later."
Li Du poured a glass of beer and signaled him to be casual. The buddy's personality is very similar to one of his classmates in the Northeast, extroverted, generous, and cheerful.
After a busy day, Yang Dong returned to pull up his pants and sat down. After pouring a glass of beer, he asked, "Are you coming to the US to play or settle here?"
Li Du thought for a while and thought, "How do I say, I'm not in Seattle, I come to Seattle to work. I usually stay in Los Angeles, I have a green card, but I haven't entered the United States, and my hukou is still in my hometown."
Yang Dong rubbed his nose again and said, "You're doing it right, brother, are you in Los Angeles? The city of angels, a big city, I wanted to go there, but it's not easy to adjust."
Li Du asked, "Why is it bad? You don't speak English well?"
Yang Dongdao: "Hey, I have no problem with English, otherwise why do I leave the country and come to the United States? One of the reasons why I keep talking in my hometown is to say it. The second is to have a hometown taste. The third is to promote sales. Let customers know that I am authentic Chinese food. "
"I can't say it well, oh, it's just boring, there is no good job opportunity. I have a place to sell skewers here in Seattle. How about going to Los Angeles? I can't sell skewers, haha."
