Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
130, Annoying Person
At night, North Street in Los Angeles City was one of the liveliest places.
The road was flanked by ancient Chinese-style buildings, with festive red lanterns hanging along the bluestone pavement.
The street, about a kilometer long, was lined with uniform mobile stalls selling chicken wings, grilled gluten, and more, all lined up heading south.
When the red lights just came on at night, the bluestone pavement was crowded and extremely lively.
In a small Chinese-style alley on the south side of North Street, there was a small courtyard with a sign at the gate: "We pay high prices for Maotai, Cordyceps, Ginseng, Gold..."
An old man in the courtyard had moved a long bench to the gate and was gently wiping the dust off the red lanterns hanging there with a towel while standing on it.
"What's the gold price today?"
A hoarse voice arose behind the old man, who turned around, delighted: "Kid, it's you again!"