I woke up in the morning and went back to the small building at No. 3 Jing'an Lane from the Husky Hotel. At the same time, I brought the family heirloom back and put it in the safe in my bedroom.
Because Mrs. Zhen is here, this place seems to be the safest place.
I chatted with Mrs. Zhen for a while and asked some indirect questions about Mrs. Zhen's childhood, but I didn't get any clues.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Ming came down the side staircase from the balcony and went to the laundry on the first floor to wait for Zhou Xiaobao.
Zhou Xiaobao called this morning and said that he had found a partner for him, but he was only a nominal partner and his law license could be displayed in that firm.
That law firm is called "Wang Da'an Law Firm". It is a very small law firm. There is only one lawyer, Wang Da'an. Moreover, the firm is relatively poor and relies on legal aid to make a living. Now I join in name and become a lawyer.
With the addition of partners and more practicing lawyers, we can take on more legal aid cases.
Wang Daan promised to pay himself a dividend of 20 yuan a month.
But he doesn't have to do anything himself when it comes to lawsuits. He relies solely on legal aid cases to survive, and he can't get any lawsuits from serious clients.
As for the listing fee, the conditions are actually pretty good.
20 yuan. In other areas, the monthly salary of ordinary urban residents is about this. Even in the prosperous land of the East China Sea, 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 a lot of income for ordinary people. After all, it is extra money.
Zhou Xiaobao asked herself to wait for him, and he would arrive later, pick her up, and go meet with her nominal partner, lawyer Wang Daan.
It is said that Wang Daan Law Firm is very close to here.
It's just past the morning rush hour, and the large courtyard in the alley has lost the flow of people that just came out, and it has become surprisingly quiet.
There were three or two men walking out of the alley. They were all strong and muscular. They had dirty towels around their necks, and wore old vests and green trousers. They looked like working-class people.
Lu Ming rubbed his nose and couldn't help but look at the laundry behind him. The signboard of "Pan Mila Laundry" also had colorful light bulbs hanging on it. It was very beautiful.
But opening a laundry in a neighborhood like this is a genius, and closure is inevitable.
I heard that the laundry was run by a poor Western family, a single mother and a daughter.
I'm used to being aloof and not down to earth at all.
Nowadays, those who can use laundromats must be middle class.
The tenants in the courtyard are all engaged in heavy labor at the lowest level. When buying tap water from the faucet at the entrance of the alley, they would like to break a steel bucket into ten pieces, let alone spend money to wash clothes.
Seeing that the laundromat is about to expire, it just so happens that I am not planning to renew the lease. When the time comes, I will be free. If Zhen wants to, she can do some small business. After all, it is really boring to stay at home all day long.
The sky suddenly became dark, and the lead-like clouds gradually pressed down, faintly, as if raindrops were falling.
Lu Ming took a few steps back and took shelter from the rain under the eaves. Suddenly, the wind chime from the laundry nearby rang, and a cheering sound came, "Mommy, it's raining!"
Lu Ming turned around and saw a small figure rushing out of the laundry.
But she is a little lolita with blond hair and blue eyes. She is very beautiful in pink and jade. Her long blond hair is a bit like that of a princess with eyebrows. She is very sweet and cute. She is wearing a student uniform, which is obviously the kind of aristocratic school with yellow plaid.
Wearing a uniform white shirt, a beautiful bow tie, a dark red plaid skirt, snow-white knee-length socks, and red leather shoes, her smooth blond hair is styled into several small braids with colorful beads on it. She is as cute as she wants to be.
How cute.
What surprised Lu Ming was that this little loli looked very much like a child star that he liked very much in his previous life. That child star had played bad guys and genius girls. This little loli looked exactly like the child star in the stills, and...
More beautiful and cute.
Little Loli saw Yusi first, but then she saw Lu Ming, a stranger, a man, and she timidly stopped.
"Bisi, come back!" A soft female voice with a slightly harsh tone appeared at the door of the laundry. She was a beautiful Western young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, extremely fair skin, delicate facial features, and a high bridge of nose that was as sharp as a knife. But in this era,
There are no such technical beauty methods yet.
Although the red aristocratic tutu skirt is a bit old-fashioned, it makes her even more charming and beautiful when worn on her body, revealing her snow-white shoulders and charming collarbone curves. In addition, the tight half-white ball of her chest and her deep cleavage make her even more charming.
Looks sexy in a different way.
Her long eyelashes are black and shiny, with highlights one by one, and her watery blue eyes seem to be able to talk.
But at this moment, looking at Lu Ming, his eyes were a little wary.
Lu Ming knew that this must be the beautiful lady from the poor Western noble family and her daughter. The beautiful young lady was named Pan Mila, and the daughter was named Bisi.
I heard that Pan Mila originally came from an aristocratic family. She attended an aristocratic school in the East District that only Westerners were eligible to attend since she was a child. However, she was made pregnant at a young age. It seemed that she was just fifteen years old at that time, but she insisted on doing this.
The child 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 then her family fell into decline and her life plummeted. She came to Beiguan with her last savings. It seems that she was deceived by a middleman and lost her money.
There is a laundry downstairs, but it can no longer be opened.
However, Pan Mila obviously still maintains the pride of the aristocracy, and every move she makes is very elegant, except when she looks at herself, there is a look of caution in her blue eyes.
Maybe it's because there are very few well-dressed people like me in this neighborhood. Maybe she thought they were sent by her family's enemies or something?
Although he is now her landlord, this is the first time he has met her.
The former landlady, or housekeeper, did not dare to introduce herself to them. She said that the rent was not due yet and that she could not disturb Mrs. Pan Mila. She would think that we were not qualified and that we would rent the house to her.
Keep your promise, and when it expires, I will take you to renew the lease with her and introduce you as the new landlord.
Obviously, the charter mother was very afraid of this "Western lady".
After all, no matter how poor a Westerner is, he is still a Westerner and belongs to the privileged class.
Moreover, the charterer's flattery towards her came from the bottom of her heart. She felt that Westerners were civilized and superior, and we had to abide by other people's rules, otherwise we would be incompetent.
To other tenants, the landlady was very bossy and acted like a landlady.
There is nothing we can do about it. The people of Central China have been conquered for a long time, and many people's awe of Westerners has been deeply rooted in their bones.
Even if Panmila and her daughter were reduced to a common area where Central-Europeans gathered, they would still be of a superior class.
Lu Ming looked at Pan Mila and his daughter, and he could indeed see their desolation. The mother's aristocratic red tutu, and the daughter's aristocratic school uniform, were actually a bit old, with traces of long-term washing.
.
Maybe there are only one or two sets of decent clothes that can be worn to meet people.
Pan Mila was looked at by Lu Ming's calm gaze, and her blue eyes were a little unhappy, but her behavior was still very elegant, maintaining the reserve of an aristocratic woman, and said calmly: "Sir, you are here to take shelter from the rain.
Yes? I can get you an umbrella."
If there are Zhongzhou people next to it, at this time, they were scared and said that they did n’t need to do it. They did n’t dare to stand in front of her shop door in the rain from a distance.
"Ah, that's great, thank you!" Lu Mingxin said that although this guy is cold and reclusive and likes to put on airs, he does have a good heart.
Pan Mila was stunned. It was the first time she encountered such a situation. After being stunned for a moment, she wanted to turn around and go back to the store, but she saw that Bisi had already taken an umbrella and ran out and handed it to Lu Ming, "Uncle, here it is.
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 hold it and kiss it.
Bisi giggled.
Pan Mila looked at this scene in astonishment.
Sometimes, she herself understood that her usual elegant actions and polite words were more like a kind of superior hypocrisy. She seemed to care about these lower-class people, but that was all. These lower-class people usually
Everyone will be grateful and grateful, but they dare not accept their own favors.
But today, there is a low-class person who is so ignorant of current affairs that he actually wants his own umbrella. Moreover, he dares to pinch his daughter's face. This is simply amazing! It's so inexplicable!
But it also made her completely unsure of how to react.
"Bis, go back to the house!" Pan Mila gritted her teeth. After drinking, her daughter, who still timidly moved closer to the young man, pulled her into the house.
But through the glass door, my daughter still looked at the young man.
Pan Mila sighed softly in her heart. My daughter, living with her in these barbarian communities, has no friends at all, and no one dares to make friends with her. Maybe she is too lonely, so she needs someone to talk to her.
It made her feel very novel and reluctant to part with it.
Fortunately, the young man seemed to have a companion from across the street. He whistled, and the young man opened his umbrella and walked over in the flying rain.
Pan Mila shook her head. Soon, this inexplicable young man was forgotten. She picked up a lawyer's letter on the table, and her face gradually became angry.
