Siheyuan's Journey Through the Ages

Chapter 102 Recovering the Appearance of the Previous Life

Ma Qing stood in front of the mirror, carefully stroking his face with his hands, feeling extremely comfortable in his heart.

What was reflected in the mirror was Ma Qing's face from his previous life. At this moment, Ma Qing truly felt that he was alive again. In fact, Ma Qing was also real. His face from his previous life was better looking than the Ma Qing of this era. This made Ma Qing always have the illusion that he was downgraded. Now, the system was fully restored, and the Ma Qing of this era had completely disappeared.

Ma Qing said to himself, "Forget it, I'll just call him Ma Qing from now on, as a final commemoration." (The author really doesn't dare to change the protagonist's name.)
By the time Ma Qing had almost recovered, more than 40 days had passed. Even though Ma Qing was a typical stay-at-home saint, he couldn't stand the more than 40 days of social isolation.

Just this morning, Ma Qing finally walked out of the space and breathed the air of real society again. He took a deep breath and thought, "Oh, this is the smell of human nature."

Ma Qing went down the mountain and saw that there was no one around. He went into the space and changed into clean clothes: a white shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He looked low-key and not luxurious. He didn't look like someone who had fled to Hong Kong at all. Instead, he looked like a student studying in Hong Kong. After all, Ma Qing was only 19 years old at that time.

Ma Qing was walking on the road in Yuen Long, and occasionally saw people on the road. In fact, Yuen Long at that time was just a countryside. Don't think that Hong Kong is full of gold. Ma Qing looked at the people passing by, and they were not dressed as well as people in mainland China.

It is about 35 kilometers from Yuen Long to Mong Kok. Of course, it is impossible for Ma Qing to walk there. Fortunately, not long after Ma Qing was on the road, he saw a red minibus coming. There was a sign with red letters on a white background hanging in front of the car. The blue letters said Yuen Long and the red letters said Mong Kok. Ma Qing quickly waved to stop the car.

After the car stopped, Ma Qing got on and, using the Cantonese he had learned in the space over the past 40 days, he uttered the word "Yuen Long" and handed over a green Hong Kong dollar of 5 yuan.

The driver glanced at Ma Qing and complained, "Don't you have change? What a hassle." He then took out the change from his bag.

Ma Qing ignored him, took the change, lowered his head and counted it. It was 3.5 yuan. Ma Qing didn't know the prices at that time, but for a journey of nearly 40 kilometers, this price was not expensive. Ma Qing put it in his trouser pocket and found a seat in the back of the bus to sit down.

The car stopped as soon as he hailed it. Ma Qing sat by the window and looked out. As time went by, the pedestrians outside were dressed better and better, and the buildings on the roadside were becoming more and more beautiful and taller. In just an hour's drive, Ma Qing felt that he had gone from a backward and peaceful agricultural civilization to a chaotic and vibrant industrial civilization, and then to a prosperous and glamorous modern civilization.

When Ma Qing stood on the street in Mong Kok, looking at the young ladies around her who were generously showing off their youth in this October temperature, Ma Qing seemed to have returned to the small county town in her previous life.

However, considering that Ma Qing's current identity is not yet settled, he really doesn't dare to stand on the street and admire the "beautiful scenery" unscrupulously.

The urgent need now is to get a Hong Kong identity, but Ma Qing will never be stupid enough to run to the police station, because Hong Kong's immigration policy at this time is like the east wind and the west wind blowing randomly. Sometimes you can get a permit to go to the police station, and sometimes going to the police station is like walking into a trap and waiting to be deported. God knows what kind of ending you will face when you get in.

Ma Qing walked up to a middle-aged rickshaw driver on the street. Ma Qing observed and found that the driver spoke Mandarin.

I asked directly, "Do you know which law firm here has the best business? Which building is it in? If you can take me there, the $5 will be yours."

"Sir, please get in the car. I'm very familiar with this place. I know exactly where the law firms are. I'm sure I'll make the money from you."

Ma Qing smiled and gave him the money directly. Why would Ma Qing care about such a small amount of money? The driver hurriedly took it, dusted the seat of his rickshaw with the towel on his shoulder, and helped Ma Qing to the seat. This service made people feel comfortable at first sight.

"Don't be in a hurry, I want to ask you something." Ma Qing asked from his seat.

"You said that I would never conceal anything I knew."

"There are a lot of lawyers around here. It seems you go there often." "That's right, because the customers who take my car are all wealthy, and most of them go to office buildings."

"Then do you know which lawyer here has the best reputation?"

The driver looked embarrassed: "Sir, I am just a rickshaw driver. I don't know this lawyer. If you want to tell me where there are many lawyers around here, I know, but which lawyer is the best, I really don't know."

Ma Qing slapped his head and thought, well, this was really his fault.

The driver continued, "But when we were chatting, I heard from my colleagues that Lawyer Liang from Maoye Building was upright and enthusiastic about public welfare, but I really don't know the actual situation."

"Then let's go there. No one knows him anyway. It's better to find someone with some reputation than just anyone." Ma Qing made the decision. He thought that a rickshaw driver would not cheat him in this situation. He would be able to make his own judgment anyway.

"Okay, sit down, I'll leave right away." The driver quickly walked in front of Ma Qing, bent down, picked up the crossbar of the rickshaw, and started running.

When they arrived at Maoye Building, Ma Qing got out of the car and looked up at the building. It was actually twelve stories high, with a strong European and American style on the exterior. It did not stand out among the surrounding office buildings and even looked a bit old.

"Sir, do you need me to wait here?" The coachman interrupted Ma Qing's observation.

"No need, you can go back." Ma Qing said to the driver.

Unexpectedly, the driver handed me a note with a phone number on it.

"Sir, this is the phone number of the store next door that I usually call when I'm waiting for work. If you need a car in the future, just call Huang Laowu. I guarantee that I'll provide good service." The driver said to Ma Qing with a flattering smile.

Ma Qing took the note and looked at Huang Laowu, realizing that people are really different from each other. People who work hard and are dedicated deserve respect. "Your name is Huang Laowu? What's your full name?"

Huang Laowu probably didn't expect Ma Qing to ask his name. A feeling of being respected surged in his heart, and he said happily, "My name is Huang Hongtu, Hong means great ambition, and Tu means a promising future."

"Nice name, I'll remember it." Ma Qing put the note into his pocket, patted it on purpose, turned around and walked into Maoye Building. The name of this building is also very good, auspicious.

Ma Qing found the only lawyer named Liang in the company list column in the lobby on the first floor, Liang Haowen Law Firm.

"What a good name. It's the same as Sister Liang's. It will definitely bring me good luck." Ma Qing had only been in the south for a short time, but he had already learned all the Cantonese customs without any instruction.

Thanks to (is this true?) book friend for becoming the second apprentice-level book friend, I am very grateful.

(End of this chapter)