My Wife is a Counsel Chapter 10: Tenant
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I woke up in the morning and returned 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 of Zhen's presence, this place seemed to be the safest place.
I chatted with Zhen for a while, and asked some insidious questions about Zhen’s childhood, but I didn’t get any clues.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Ming came down the side ladder 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 hung with that firm.
That law firm is called "Wang Daan Law Firm". It is a very small law firm. There is only one lawyer, Wang Daan. Moreover, the firm is relatively poor and relies on legal aid lawsuits to make a living. Join, become a partner, have more practicing lawyers, and be able to 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 to litigate the case himself. He relies 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, which is the monthly salary of ordinary urban residents in other regions. Even in the prosperous land of the East China Sea, the monthly salary of ordinary clerks in Beiguan is only 40-50 yuan.
So, the monthly listing fee of 20 yuan 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.
The morning rush hour has just passed, 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 other men walking out of the alley. They were all muscular, with dirty towels hanging around their necks, shabby 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 "Pan Mila Laundry" signboard 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 am used to being aloof and not down to earth at all.
Those who can use laundromats these days must be from the 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 this laundry 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 Mrs. Zhen wants to, she can do some small business. After all, it is practical to be bored at home all day. boring.
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 chimes from the laundry nearby rang, and a cheering voice came, "Mommy, it's raining!"
Lu Ming turned around and saw a small figure rushing out of the laundry.
But she is a little **** 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 from an aristocratic school. , a yellow plaid uniform, a 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 combed into several small braids with colorful beads on it. She is so cute. As cute as it is 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 talented girls. This little loli looked exactly like the child star in the stills. , and more beautiful and lovely.
Little Loli saw Yusi first, but then she saw Lu Ming, a stranger, and 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 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.
Although the red aristocratic tutu skirt is a bit old-fashioned, it makes her more charming and beautiful when worn on her body, revealing the snow-white shoulders and charming clavicle curves, plus the half-white ball and deep **** that are tightly wrapped The cleavage is even more sexy.
Her long eyelashes are black and shiny, with highlights one by one, and her watery blue eyes seem to be able to speak.
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 a noble family. She went to the East District Aristocratic School 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 was very To have this child, she 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 also deceived by a middleman. I bought the laundry downstairs, but now I can’t open it anymore.
However, Pan Mila obviously still maintains the pride of a noble, 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 rather the housekeeper, did not dare to introduce herself to them. She said that the rent was not due yet and she could not disturb Mrs. Pan Mila, as it would make her think that we were not qualified and the house was rented to her. We must abide by the contract. When it expires, I will take you to renew the lease with her and introduce you as the new landlord.
Obviously, the charterer 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 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 landlord is very bossy and behaves like a landlord.
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 Pan Mila and her daughter live in a common area where Central-Europeans gather, they are still in a superior class.
Lu Ming looked at Pan Mila and his daughter, and he could really see their desolation. The mother's aristocratic red tutu and the daughter's aristocratic school uniform were actually a bit old and had been washed for a long time. That kind of trace.
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 lightly: "Sir, you are Are you here to take shelter from the rain? I can get you an umbrella."
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"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 sent it to Lu Ming, " Uncle, here you go!”
"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 understands that her usual elegant actions and polite words are more like a kind of superior hypocrisy. She seems to care about these inferior people, but that's all. These inferior people People are usually 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 shocking! So baffling!
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 was still timidly leaning towards 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 someone wants to talk to her. Chatting made her feel very novel and reluctant to part with it.
Fortunately, the young man seemed to have a companion 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, her face gradually became angry.