Not Sure Whether My Luck Was Good or Bad...

After losing my wallet that morning, I didn't dare delay. I immediately used the phone to place temporary loss reports and freezes on my bank cards and credit cards one by one. That part was quick; it was all done in about half an hour.

Then I went to the police station to register it and get a certificate, then returned to my workplace to get another certificate—my household registration was under the workplace—so I could apply for a temporary identity card. Only then could I report my medical insurance and social security cards lost, replace my bank cards, and so on. After all that running back and forth, taking buses and walking, it was already eleven o'clock.

But just as I arrived at the document-processing hall, before I had even started applying for the temporary identity card, I got a call saying someone had found my wallet. When I asked where, it turned out to be a kindhearted person at a bus terminal = =. Using a client's business card that I had no idea when I'd put inside, they had gone through several channels to find my phone number.

After asking more carefully, the cash was naturally gone, but the cards and ID card were all still there. At the time, I was filled with mixed emotions—more joy than anything else, but no small amount of speechlessness too. All that work that morning had been for nothing.

Still, it put my mind at ease. I went over to retrieve my wallet, then got ready to eat lunch before returning to work to write. Who would've thought that I'd find I didn't have enough change on me to buy lunch, while all my bank cards were frozen and the temporary loss reports wouldn't be lifted for another five days.