When he got up in the morning, he returned to the small building at No. 3 Jing'an Lane from the Husky Hotel. At the same time, he brought the heirloom back and put it in the safe in his bedroom.
Because of Zhen's presence, this place seems to be the safest place.
I chatted with Zhen for a while and asked her about her childhood in a roundabout way, but I didn't get any clues.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Ming went down the side stairs of the balcony and waited for Zhou Xiaobao in front of the laundry shop on the first floor.
Zhou Xiaobao called me this morning and said that he had found a partner for me. However, it was only a nominal partner. My lawyer license could only be hung in that law firm.
That law firm is called "Wang Da'an Law Firm". It is a very small law firm with only one lawyer, Wang Da'an. Moreover, the firm is rather run-down and relies on taking on legal aid cases to make a living. Now I have joined in name only and become a partner. With more practicing lawyers, the firm can take on more legal aid cases.
Wang Da'an promised to pay himself 20 yuan in dividends every month.
But he doesn't have to fight the lawsuit himself. He relies entirely on legal aid cases to make a living, and he doesn't take any lawsuits from serious clients.
As for the listing fee, the conditions are actually quite good.
20 yuan. For other regions, the monthly salary of ordinary urban residents is about the same. Even in the prosperous area of Donghai, the monthly salary of ordinary clerks in Beiguan is only 40 yuan to 50 yuan.
Therefore, the listing fee of 20 yuan per month is also a considerable income for ordinary people, after all, it is extra money.
Zhou Xiaobao asked her to wait for him, and he would arrive later to pick her up and go to meet his nominal partner, lawyer Wang Daan.
It is said that Wang Daan Law Firm is very close to here.
It is now past the morning rush hour and the crowds that had just poured out of the alleys have disappeared from the large courtyards, which have become surprisingly quiet.
There were also three or two men walking out of the alley. They were all very strong, with dirty towels around their necks, wearing tattered vests and green pants. They were obviously working class.
Lu Ming rubbed his nose and couldn't help but look at the laundry shop behind him. The sign of "Pamela Laundry" was hung with colorful light bulbs, which was very beautiful.
But opening a laundry in a neighborhood like this is really a genius move, and its bankruptcy is inevitable.
I heard that the laundry shop was owned by a poor Western family, a single mother with a daughter.
He is used to being high and mighty and has no connection with reality at all.
Nowadays, those who can use laundries must be at least middle class.
The tenants in the slums were all engaged in the lowest level of heavy labor. When they bought tap water from the faucet at the entrance of the alley, they would break a coin into ten pieces, let alone spend money on laundry.
The lease of this laundry shop is about to expire, which is perfect. I don't plan to renew it. When it is vacant, if Zhen wants, I can let her do some small business. After all, it's really boring to stay at home all day.
The sky suddenly became dark, and lead-like clouds gradually pressed down. Faintly, it seemed as if raindrops were falling.
Lu Ming took a few steps back and took shelter under the eaves. Suddenly, the wind chimes of the laundry shop next to him rang, and a loud voice cheered, "Mommy, it's raining!"
Lu Ming turned around and saw a small figure rushing out from the laundry shop.
But she is a little Lolita with blonde hair and blue eyes, extremely beautiful. Her long blonde hair is a bit like the princess hairstyle that reaches her eyebrows, very sweet and cute. She is wearing a student uniform, obviously the kind of aristocratic school, a yellow plaid uniform with a white shirt, a beautiful bow tie, a dark red plaid skirt, snow-white over-the-knee socks, and red leather shoes. Her soft blonde hair is braided into several small braids with colorful beads on them, she is as cute as she can be.
What surprised Lu Ming was that this little Lolita looked very much like a child star he liked very much in his previous life. That child star had played the bad guy and the genius girl. This little Lolita was exactly like the child star in the stills, and was even prettier and cuter.
The little girl saw Yu Si first, but then she saw Lu Ming, a stranger, a man, so she stopped timidly.
"Bisi, come back!" A soft female voice with a slightly stiff tone was heard. A beautiful Western young woman appeared at the door of the laundry shop. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, extremely fair skin, delicate features, and a high nose bridge that seemed to be cut by a knife. However, in this era, there were no such technological beauty methods.
The red aristocratic puffy skirt, although a little old, makes her look more charming and beautiful when she wears it, revealing her snow-white shoulders and charming collarbone curve. In addition, the half snow-white round ball tightly held in her breasts and the deep cleavage make her look even more sexy.
Her long eyelashes are black and shiny, each one is highlighted with dye, and her watery blue eyes seem to be able to speak.
But at this moment, he looked at Lu Ming with a somewhat wary look.
Lu Ming knew that these should be the down-and-out Western noblewoman and her daughter. The beautiful young woman was called Pamela and the daughter was called Bessie.
I heard that Pamela was from an aristocratic family and went to the East District Aristocratic School, which only Westerners were eligible to attend. But she got pregnant at a very young age. It seemed that she was just fifteen years old at that time, but she insisted on having the child and would rather drop out of school. So she was kicked out of the house by her father. At first, she was supported by her mother, but later her family fell into poverty and her life fell into decline. She came to Beiguan with her last bit of savings, and it seemed that she was cheated by a middleman and bought the laundry shop downstairs, but it can no longer be run.
However, Pamela obviously still maintained that aristocratic pride. Every move she made was elegant, except when she looked at herself, there was a look of vigilance in her blue eyes.
Maybe it was because there were very few well-dressed people like her in this neighborhood, so she probably thought the person was sent by her family's enemies
Although I am her landlord now, this is the first time I meet her.
The former landlady, or the landlady, didn't dare to introduce herself to them, saying that the rent had not yet expired and that we couldn't disturb Lady Pamela, as it would make her think we were uncultured. The house had been rented to her, so we had to abide by the contract. When the rent expires, I will take you to renew the lease with her and introduce yourself as the new landlord.
Obviously, the landlady was very afraid of this "Western lady".
After all, no matter how poor a Westerner is, he is still a Westerner and a privileged class.
Moreover, the landlady's flattery towards her came from the bottom of her heart. She thought that Westerners were civilized and superior, and we had to abide by their rules, otherwise we would be considered uncultured.
To other tenants, the landlady is bossy and behaves just like a landlord.
There is no way around it. The people of Central Asia have been conquered for a long time, and for many of them, awe of Westerners is deeply ingrained in their bones.
Even though Pamela and her daughter had fallen to the civilian gathering area of Central Continent, they were still a superior class.
Lu Ming looked at Pamela and her daughter and could indeed see how poor they were. Both the mother's aristocratic red puffy skirt and the daughter's aristocratic school uniform were actually a bit old, with signs of long-term washing.
Maybe these are the only one or two sets of decent clothes I have that I can wear to meet people.
Pamela was looked at by Lu Ming's calm gaze. Her blue eyes showed some displeasure, but she was still very elegant, maintaining the reserve of an aristocratic woman, and said calmly: "Sir, are you here to take shelter from the rain? I can get you an umbrella."
If it were someone from Central China nearby, they would have been so scared that they would have kept saying no, no, and would have walked away, not daring to stand at the door of her shop in the rain.
"Oh, that's great, thank you!" Lu Ming thought that although this guy was cold and aloof and put on airs, he actually had a good heart.
Pamela was stunned. This was the first time she encountered such a situation. After a moment of hesitation, she wanted to turn back to the store, but she saw Bisi running out with an umbrella and handed it to Lu Ming, "Uncle, this is for you!"
"Haha, thank you, you are so cute and sensible!" Lu Ming took the umbrella and couldn't help but pinch Bisi's little face. This little doll really makes people want to hug and kiss her.
Bisi giggled.
Pamela looked at this scene in astonishment.
Sometimes, she herself understood that her usual elegant behavior and polite words were more like a kind of condescending hypocrisy. She seemed to care about these inferior people, but that was all. These inferior people would usually be grateful but dare not accept her favor.
But today, there was a lowly person who was so ignorant of the current situation that he actually wanted his umbrella, and even dared to pinch his daughter's face. It was outrageous! It was so inexplicable!
But she also had no idea how to react.
"Bis, go back to the house!" Pamela gritted her teeth, stopped her daughter who was still timidly approaching the young man, and pulled her into the house.
But through the glass door, the daughter still looked at the young man.
Pamela sighed quietly in her heart. Her daughter had no friends at all living with her in these barbarian communities, and no one dared to make friends with her. Perhaps she was too lonely, so it was very novel and reluctant for her to have someone talk to her.
Fortunately, the young man seemed to have a companion across the street. He whistled, opened his umbrella, and walked over in the flying rain.
Pamela shook her head, and soon she put this inexplicable young man out of her mind. She picked up a lawyer's letter on the table, and her face gradually became angry.