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Parallel Worlds!!

On December 17, 1919, a month before Prohibition...

The smoke of war still permeates the sky over the world, and no one likes war, not even the worst war fanatics, but there is hope for a day when there will be a ceasefire and rest.

A year after the armistice, soldiers who were lucky enough to come back from the battlefield soaked in alcohol and anesthetized themselves to relieve the grief of the war.

There are many drunks in the Broadway area, and when it gets dark, they come out in droves like vampires.

Gestures to the dancers, scolding and swearing, and whistling from time to time to try to attract the attention of the beauties.

But for these well-informed singing and dancing actresses who are on the Bailaihui stage, this group of guys should stay on the battlefield and never come back.

No one likes to date an alcoholic, let alone wonder what happens.

Because they aspire to a higher class, celebrity dinners are the place to show their charms.

Broadway Stage? It's just a stepping stone.

In these blandly times, there is nothing that cannot be utilized!

……

Chinatown, known as a garbage dump by the big men of Midtown and the Upper East Side, is also home to a group of dreamers.

Like those dancers who try to enter the upper class, they have unrealistic dreams all day long.

Of course, there are also objective factors, and the Chinese Exclusion Act is the executioner who prevents their dreams from coming true.

The Chinese want to get ahead and get out of this garbage heap, just as ridiculous as a female cousin wants to put on a dress and become a noble lady.

Well, the same can't be said either, after all, people in this country are dreaming, so it's fair to make such a comparison.

Chinatown, oh no, people here prefer to call it Chinatown, next to the European-style streets of Little Italy.

Two alien races occupy a place in Manhattan, a place where land is at a premium, but their situations are completely different.

Little Italy has a lot of flair, and there are a variety of coffee shops on the street.

On a sunny day, tables and chairs are set up in front of the store, where passers-by stop to enjoy a cup of coffee and enjoy the sunshine.

Chinatown, on the other hand, seems to be the only way to feel the beauty of this place when the evening comes.

Just like at this time, the smell of stir-fry wafts through the street, like a conjuring bell, telling everyone on the street that mom is calling you home for dinner.

Kenny Street, originally a canal, was slowly filled in and turned into a main thoroughfare running through the southern part of Chinatown.

At 49 Kenny Street, a beautiful white two-storey building, the smoke curls up the flue, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

"Li Yaoyang, let you go to make soy sauce, you even lost the bottle, how did I raise you such a waste!"

A blind old man was shouting in the kitchen, a mouthful of Cantonese mixed with Hakka like a laser gun, accompanied by spittle and spitting all over the place.

"Lose your mother, what about people? And silent, are you dumb? ”

The old man's big yellow teeth, which looked like they hadn't been brushed for decades, blended in with the sunset that was spilling into the room at this time.

"It's coming~ It's coming~ Isn't it soy sauce? Wait, I'll call! ”

Li Yaoyang yawned and came down from upstairs, with chicken-nest-like hair, cloth shoes on his feet, and empty dark circles under his eyes that were more exaggerated than those of a panda.

He had just turned 19 years old, and he took on responsibilities that he shouldn't have taken at his age.

"Decrepit boy, did you wash the tigress's feet again last night?" The old man asked with a wicked smile.

"Yes, yes, are you envious? Asked every day~"

The old man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, but scolded:

"Bastard, I envy a ghost, that mother-in-law is heavier than you and me combined!"

"Hey~ I think you're just envious, why don't we change them?

You go to be an assistant, nanny and life secretary, I cook at home and serve you, and I promise to arrange you clearly~"

Li Yaoyang raised his eyebrows and proposed with a wicked smile.

"Get out of the ball~ I won't do your work, tell you, hurry up and find a way to pay the rent, I won't be able to see the knife music next week, how far can you roll for me~"

"I know, I know, I'm verbose, I say it eight hundred times a day~"

Speaking of his work at the tigress's house, it can be summed up in one sentence - wiping the table and sweeping the floor, serving tea and pouring water, and also including washing the pig's trotters for the tigress.

There is no way, it is all for life, and I have to swallow my anger.

It's just a side hustle, and his main job is a backstage handyman at the Wistan Theater.

Li Yaoyang thought that this was what the blind old man envied him the most.

Backstage, the beauties are like clouds, especially when changing clothes, there are white flowers, whiter than a snowy day.

The blind old man was not completely blind, he was one and a half blind, and his eyesight was three and a half steps.

What do you mean?

You can see a person's face clearly within three and a half steps, and it is blurry beyond this distance, and it is difficult to take care of yourself, let alone find a woman.

Do you think he can not be envious, can he not be greedy?

Li Yaoyang never minded his rude words because of this, as his most powerful means of attack, scolding a few words without losing flesh is better than being alone on the streets.

Kicking on the round cloth shoes, he put his hand in his pocket, picked up the empty soy sauce bottle on the shoe cabinet and pushed the door away.

When he was leaving, he deliberately slammed the door, and with a 'bang', even those who are not sick can be scared out of heart disease.

There was no doubt that behind him was the crazy swearing of the blind old man.

What did you scold? I can't hear it, and I can't understand it.

Three months ago, he would never have dared to do this kind of thing, because the previous 'he' was too cowardly!

Not to mention mutual hatred, in the face of the blind old man's 'Yinwei', he often doesn't dare to come out.

A soft persimmon, which is bullied by outsiders when going out.

It's a loss of conscience!

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have survived in this era of cannibalism.

It's just that his weakness still hurt him after all.

On a dark and windy night, he went home with his newly paid salary, and encountered a few thugs who often bullied him to block the road and ask for money.

Because he had to pay the rent, he refused to give it, and accidentally fell into the river when he tore it, and he didn't float up for a long time.

scared those bad boys so much that they ran away, thinking they had killed someone by mistake.

They don't know that man is dead, but a new soul has come and risen back from the dead.

It's probably such a transformation process, nothing unusual, and Li Yaoyang didn't think there was anything bad.

Anyway, they are alive everywhere, and although there are no mobile phones in this era, they also have their unique charm.

In the past three months, Li Yaoyang has changed the inherent impression of his neighbors and made a big splash.

He not only cleaned up a few thugs who often bullied him with ruthless methods, but also found time to do a few good deeds.

For example, making soy sauce for a blind old man, helping an old lady cross the street, and guarding the widow's door.

The wind has reversed, and he has grown from a shy guy to a new generation of little slippery heads in Chinatown.

Although his personality has changed, his life has not changed, and he still goes to work in the theater backstage every day, and then goes to the tigress's house to work part-time late at night.

Carrying a soy sauce bottle, I walked half the street and stopped at a soy sauce shop around the corner.

"Ah Xiang, soy sauce~" Li Yaoyang shouted at the top of his voice, and that voice could be heard on the street.

"You're going to die? Hit soy sauce, hit soy sauce, why shout so loudly? ”

The little girl looked extremely delicate, and her big round eyes were black and bright, as if she had worn contact lenses.

She is fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is waiting to be released, and anyone who sees it has to give a thumbs up.

I heard that the matchmaker who came to Ah Xiang's house to propose marriage could line up from the corner of the street to the end of the alley.

"If I don't shout, you won't come out~" Li Yaoyang said shamelessly.

"You~ bastard, bring the soy sauce bottle, how much do you hit?" Ah Xiang stretched out her hand angrily, angry, the money still has to be earned.

"Half... Forget it, let's fill it up~" The words came to his mouth and changed his tone.

"Huh? Got rich? Hit the whole bottle of soy sauce? Ah Xiang teased.

She moves very quickly, teasing and moving at the same time, without a little mud and water.

Stuff the funnel into the mouth of the bottle and pour it into it with a scoop, and the smell of the sauce will come to your face.

Such a pure soy sauce can only be seen in this era.

Think about the extremely fresh raw soy sauce in later generations, it is simply impossible to eat.

"Your brother Yang is going to be busy with big business next, and he has no time to serve the blind old man~" Li Yaoyang shrugged his shoulders and said in a light tone.

"Huh?" Ah Xiang is suspicious, and your big eyes are flashing.

"You're busy with big deals?" The words were full of distrust, with three points of ridicule, four points of ridicule, and twelve points of speechlessness.

Li Yaoyang pretended not to hear it, his thickness of face has been tested by two worlds.

"yes, when I make a lot of money and come back to marry you?"

"Get out!" Ah Xiang cheered him on kindly.

With a brush, her blown-up face turned red into a blood-drinking remnant, and the soft sunlight hit down, which was very good-looking.

"Gotcha~"

Li Yaoyang picked up the soy sauce bottle and left, and after walking more than ten meters, he heard Ah Xiang shouting 'reluctantly' behind him:

"Bastard! Soy sauce money! ”

He waved his hand without looking back, his back blurring in the setting sun.

"Wait to give it with the dowry~"

……

At night, the lights come on and Broadway is bustling.

As the post-war economy slowly recovered, Broadway also showed prosperity.

No matter how disgusting the dancers are, it's an indisputable fact that their presence adds a lot of popularity to the place.

Otherwise, the sheriffs in the lower city would have been dealt with by the drunks a long time ago.

You must know that the sheriff of the lower city is the most envied position of all of his colleagues in Manhattan.

The 'protection money' that the major theaters on Broadway pay to the sheriff every month is definitely an astronomical amount.

Even for the sake of Dao Le's face, the sheriff would not allow anyone to make trouble on Broadway.

Therefore, existence is reasonable, and these drunkards also have their value.

The performances in the major theaters are mainly concentrated at 8 o'clock in the evening, and it is only half past 6 o'clock, and the warm-up has not yet come to the stage.

The Vestan Theatre, located at the corner of West 51st Street and 8th Avenue.

Diagonally behind it, at the intersection of West 52nd Street, is the famous Broadway Theater.

The Broadway of this era actually had little to do with the Broadway of later generations, and there were few theaters that were actually located on Broadway.

Eighty percent of the theaters are concentrated in the West 41st Street through West 53rd Street area.

Further west in this area is the famous Hell's Kitchen, a true gathering place for the lower ninth.

Today, Li Yaoyang is going to do a big thing, and this matter has taken shape in his mind since the first day he came to this world.

After three months of continuous polishing and fusion, it was finally completed.

But whether he can take this opportunity to leap into the dragon gate and complete his first small goal in this world, he has no bottom in his heart...