A Dream life 1

Unless won a lottery, otherwise no worker can buy a house in Hong Kong. That is right, I did win a lottery, they called it Mark-Six.
I used to work in an advertising company as a junior creative director and copywriter. Living in a small room in East Kowloon, where my work place was only in walking distance away from home.

Just because of last year, on a Sunday afternoon, I was in short of twenty dollars banknotes so I went into a shop, that opened on Sunday, I'd asked the teller to help me changed a one thousand dollar banknote into many twenty dollar banknotes. But she said that  I must purchase something, then I'd asked her I want the cheapest item, what would she recommend, she took my banknote and gave me a ticket and twenty dollars banknotes.
On the next Tuesday, I'd won a lottery.
Since then I had nightmares of being kidnapped for ransom. So I took all of my prized money to buy a house. Because I was in a rush, the only house available for sale was in Kowloon Tong garden land, a 1910 house.
From then on, I quited my job, and set up my own business, an advertising company. Due to the Land lease was made in 1910, there was no limitation on the purpose of using the house, therefore I used the study room be my office.
I'd bought a scooter, and a matching vintage helmet, and 1940 pilot's spectacles.

I'd bought a scooter, and a matching vintage helmet, and 1940 pilot's spectacles.
Tonight I am going to a party, that was the art jewelry show in the venue of Shangri La Hotel. I am driving my babe, scooter, with my little black dress and ballet shoes; however I have only a Leopard printed hat to cover my hair after taking off my helmet, does not match, but who cares.
Shangri La Hotel, I used to come here after shopping, it has a very beautiful washroom. Tonight I am invited to take promotional photographs and write a few pieces of publicity messages.
I find an entrepreneur, who is named the most wanted single man in Hong Kong. I don't know he likes jewelry, so I approached him and ask him, "Nice jewelry, aren't they?"
He says politely , "Yes, indeed."
Then I found out he lives in a the president suite at upstairs. He went to the wrong room and still looking for the Steak house.
Anyway, it was nice to meet him.
My friend, siu Laam, or little Laam, a car repair mechanic when I got to know him, now he is the owner of a car repair garage. He'd telephoned me  that he had a new toy, a vintage Holden motor car installed new car engines, I have it  love at first sight.

(To be continued)