The setting sun failed to dissipate the summer heat. On the streets on the night of 1999, there were men wearing vests and sweatshirts everywhere, young men crossing the street with bare shirts, and women wearing thick makeup with flowers and hot waves.

Qi Ming sat in the street stall and thought about it all the way. After the land in the city was sold at a sky-high price in later generations, an old community was demolished, a super-large comprehensive commercial building was built, and which road was passed by the subway.

After thinking for a long time, I felt the feeling that the great era was coming, and then looking at the surrounding buildings and streets, I couldn't help but sigh that there were actually few decent tall buildings in Zhongzhou that year, like a large county town that looked rustic.

The older generation of Zhongzhou people divided the city into two suburbs, with Dashiqiao Cultural Road as the boundary, and to the west is the western suburbs.

Before the millennium, there was no concept of a central business district. The large tracts of land on the east were still wasteland, so in this year, the western suburbs of Zhongzhou were the most prosperous place.

Yuda International Trade, which opened in 1997, was the most luxurious five-star hotel in Zhongzhou at that time. 202 meters is not considered a brilliant building in the eyes of later high-rise fans, but in this year, it was one of the few decent landmarks in Zhongzhou.

While housing prices soared, they also created the city's business card.

Of course, for the common people in 1999, this was nothing.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Yuda International Trade is a representative of high-end and high-end quality. If you could treat guests to dinner there, it would be a very shameful thing and could be hyped over and over for a whole year.

The Cultural Palace, adjacent to Yuda International Trade, reveals the temperament of the Soviet revisionist in the 1950s in terms of the style of the building itself and the name.

Speaking of which, it is really a down-to-earth place. There is a light textile market to the east of the Cultural Palace, and there are street stalls outside to buy clothes.

There is no rent either, just practice stalls spontaneously form a large night market.

Whether it is Putian fake shoes that cost dozens of yuan, brand leather shoes that are not cheap and imitated, or jeans with rustic and retro styles in later generations, there are everything here.

It is lively all year round, and the workers in the cotton mill nearby, which are so declining that they are about to go bankrupt, feeding small vendors who practice stalls and sell fake fur goods.

The students living nearby feed the roast duck sausages, fried rice cakes and teppanyaki in the night market.

Bean peel, potato slices, baby cabbage, eggplant, mushrooms, and chicken fillet ham lunch meat.

Wear it on bamboo sticks and place it on a burnt red iron plate and roll it and fry it.

Then give these oily vegetables and apply them evenly with heavy and spicy sauce.

Take a pancake that was also on the hot iron plate for a long time, cut it into it, and steaming pancakes, holding the oily dish.

After biting this bite, tsk... the corners of the mouth flowed, and the fragrance remained on the lips and teeth.

The fat little black guy Liu Xuqiang and Qi Ming, from the moment they served Teppanyaki, the two of them were not idle, and they were making fried skewers. Anyway, meat and vegetables are 50 cents a bunch, which can make people over.

Fang Wenjin probably thought it was too greasy, so she just ate a few skewers of vegetables and sucked it with a bottle of Sprite in a glass bottle that cost one dollar.

In the past twenty years, the Sprite of this glass bottle increased from one piece to two pieces. To be honest, Coca-Cola is really a fucking conscience.

After eating almost the same food, Qi Ming drank Coke while keeping busy with money making.

Even if life goes back, the cruelty of time is still as cruel as it is.

From the time the college entrance examination results have come out to now, it is the end of July in a blink of an eye.

There is only more than a month left before the start of university school, and I really don’t have much idea about making money.

"What are you thinking?" Fang Wenjin blinked her big watery eyes and looked at Qi Ming beside her and said.

She was in a good mood anyway, because she went to Zhao Zeming's home and used the unstoppable Microsoft computer to browse the homepage of Donghua University. She was full of longing and yearning for her future university life.

Liu Xuqiang sucked a bunch of enoki mushrooms into his mouth, and finally threw himself into a face of oil and sauce and said, "Yes, everyone says we are the successors of the new century. Thinking about college life, what else do you have to worry about?"

Qi Ming smiled, "What's there to worry about? It's just that as soon as the college entrance examination was over, I suddenly felt that I was light and I felt a little bored."

While saying that, Qi Ming lowered his head and held a pen, he casually graffitied and painted on the notebook that Lao Cai gave him.

However, before the Teppanyaki was solved, Qi Ming drew a sketch of a character.

It is just an ordinary graffiti work, and the lines are outlined very simply and shallowly.

But the content of the painting is interesting, outlining the son of the street stall owner who just entered junior high school, sitting under the street light, surrounded by diners and passers-by. The boy was reading a book with the light of the street light.

With just a few strokes, Qi Ming leaped the boy's expression on the paper. Even the light and dark shadows illuminated by the street lights and the passers-by as the background were portrayed in full detail.

The whole piece of paper was filled with the center of the boy under the street lights, and the other was the scene of people coming and going in the night market.

This was just a graffiti work, and after painting Qi Ming, he planned to close the notebook. But he never thought that at this moment, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind.

"Hello, please disturb me."

The person who spoke was a woman wearing a black and white plaid shirt, a pair of glasses, and a small schoolbag on her back.

The point is not about women, but about the two people following her.

One tall and the other is short, with a tall red-haired and blue-eyed man, looking particularly burly, a white foreigner, wearing a gray shirt and khaki shorts in his pants.

The short man was an old man in his sixties, with a hunched back and a hunched back, a hunched back, wearing a pair of toad glasses and a fisherman's hat on his head.

Yes, it is the childhood shadow in TVB's classic "Senior Sister Tuo Gun" and the kind of personality that Bao Guoping is split.

It was so scary this night, especially the little old man was smiling and silently looking at Qi Ming.

Although foreigners also had them in Zhongzhou that year, they were rare.

Especially the tall horse, which was nearly two meters tall, with a reddish-brown hair that looked like copper-rusty wire, quickly attracted the attention of almost everyone on the street.

The girl with glasses and a small leather bag on her back, and the handsome girl was probably their translator. She said to Qi Ming: "That's right, my friend wants to read your sketch. Is it convenient?"

The other person was polite, and Qi Ming had no reason to refuse, so he spread his notebook and handed the sketch that had been stained with some oil to the female translator.

When the tall foreigner just took the sketchbook to read, the hunched old man next to him immediately came forward. He took off the toad mirror on the bridge of his nose, changed into a reading glasses, and looked at Qi Ming's graffiti like scrutiny.

Obviously the tall foreigner is an amateur, but the hunchbacked old man should be an expert. He gestured on the paper for a long time.

Qi Ming kept focusing on the little old man. The old man with hunched back and wearing toad glasses looked familiar no matter how he looked.

"This is an excellent sketch. My friend likes it very much. He wants to know if you are willing to sell it to him?" the female translator looked at Qi Ming and asked.

"I don't want to." Qi Ming replied immediately.

This reaction seemed a bit unexpected. The tall white man curled his lips with a disappointed expression on his face.

At this time, the hunched old man walked up and saw him bowing slightly, then took out a palm-sized sketchbook from his bag, tore off a page casually, and handed it to Qi Ming with both hands.

Then he said a sentence in Japanese.

Everyone looked confused.

Fang Wenjin could basically understand what the blonde and blue-eyed foreigner said, but Japanese was obviously beyond the scope for her.

Liu Zeqiang whispered from the side: "Hey? Why do you think these two guys got together? Have you forgotten about Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima and Nagasaki?"

The female translator is an authentic Chinese. She smiled secretly when she heard Liu Zeqiang's words, and then said to Qi Ming: "My friend likes your sketches very much. He said it doesn't matter if you don't want to sell them. He is willing to exchange his own paintings. If you like it, you can exchange it with him."

Qi Ming also felt strange when he heard this. The old man wearing a fisherman's hat seemed to be very confident in his paintings?

While speaking, Qi Ming took the sketch of the hunchbacked old man. Unlike his own sketches, the old man in the fisherman hat drew a structure sketch.

The lines are straight and bright, and the composition is square and strictly prohibited.

Qi Ming saw the gap at a glance. This stroke could not be practiced without decades of precipitation and training.

The painting is a part of the street scene on the Zhongyuan Road of Yuda International Trade. If the sketches of Qiming’s characters are drawn out with just a few strokes, the fireworks in the city are outlined.

So in this structural sketch, whether it is the big braided trolley tram that was rampant on the streets in that era, or the pedestrians and cars, they are all vividly displayed under simple lines.

The character sketching depends on some artistic conception, while the structure sketching focuses on the relationship between far and near and perspective.

But what attracts Qi Ming is the signature in the lower right corner of the other party's sketch.

Others don't know anything special about this signature name.

Only Qi Ming was shocked when he saw the signed name.

Kurokawa is aware of it!

In 1998, the provincial leadership team planned to establish a new district in Zhongzhou. If nothing unexpected happens, the provincial leadership team will solicit design plans from the outside.

Kurokawa Aka Design Firm stood out from the other five top international design firms. This hunched old man designed to dig out an artificial lake from the original site of Zhongzhou Old Airport, and then use this lake as a wetland park, and build a business district around it.

This business district is the central business district of later generations.
Chapter completed!