Chapter 1030: Enduring Humiliation and the Dancer of the Republic of China (5)
"Uncle Zhou, Uncle Wang is right. We can't hope that the ruthless people behind the scenes will let me go. Instead of living in fear here, it's better to leave and go somewhere else to plan for the future." Wan Dingjun said to Old Zhou with a serious face, "We seem to be calm now, but in fact, there are many crises."
Old Zhou listened to the young master, who still had a childish face, saying these sad words. He was even more thoughtful than the adult himself. His face suddenly became very ugly, and he cursed bitterly: "It's all those pigs and dogs. Who did our Wan family offend to have to harm us!"
"Who made the Wan family rich?" Wan Dingjun said calmly, "We are in a weak position now. If we want to survive, we must keep a low profile. I will plan revenge when I grow up."
Old Wang looked at the young master who had become particularly sensible because of the great changes in his family, and thought of the eldest daughter who ran away with the money. His face was gloomy and he said, "The eldest daughter ran away quickly. The master clearly told her to take good care of you when you grow up, but she turned out to be such a ruthless person. Humph, she is just a yellow-haired girl, and she took so much money from the family and went out. What kind of good end do you expect her to have?"
When Wan Dingjun heard what Lao Wang said, he felt very displeased with the sister whom he had always looked down upon. He thought that she would definitely be cheated out of all her money, or even sold and still help others count the money.
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Zhou, let's have a good rest now and leave here early tomorrow. If this house cannot be sold or rented, then forget it. When I grow up and take revenge, I will come back and it will be our old house." Wan Dingjun said.
The three of them knew that they didn't know when they would be back after they left, but they tidied up the house and went to bed early. The next morning, before it was fully light, they had already left with their bags.
"Master, where are we going?" asked Lao Wang.
"Let's go to Shanghai. My father told me before he passed away that it's prosperous and bustling with all kinds of people, and we won't attract attention if we go there." Wan Dingjun replied.
So the master and his two servants boarded the train to Shanghai.
The trains these days not only travel slowly, but the environment is also very bad, very crowded, and smells bad. Wan Dingjun and the other two have never experienced such hardships before. Therefore, after getting on the train, they were all unhappy and listless.
What's worse is that there are all kinds of people on the train, and Lao Wang, Lao Zhou and Wan Ding have never traveled far away, which means they have no awareness of being on guard against others and keeping a close eye on their belongings. So when the three of them finally got off the train, Lao Wang touched the purse hanging on his waist and felt it was empty. He was immediately shocked: "My money is gone!"
"What? The money is gone?" Lao Zhou was immediately anxious. Lao Wang held most of their money. "Look again, is it hidden somewhere else in the bag?"
"No, I remember leaving it with me." Lao Wang looked very unhappy and he searched his whole body in a hurry to find his wallet, but to his disappointment, he did not find it.
At this time, Wan Dingjun also began to open the small backpack he was holding. He also had some money on him. After all, he was a young master, and Lao Wang felt that he could not let him down, so he gave him several dollars.
"The money in my bag is gone too." Wan Dingjun's face was tense as he flipped through his bag which had already been rummaged through. "Someone rummaged through my bag. It must have been stolen on the train!"
Old Zhou refused to give up and rushed over to help search Wan Dingjun's bag. However, no matter how hard he looked, he could not find even a single silver dollar: "It's really gone..."
Lao Zhou looked panicked: "What should we do now?"
Lao Wang was so angry that he grabbed his hair and cursed angrily: "Which wicked thief dared to steal my money! Let me know who it is, and I will break his legs!"
However, no matter how angry he was, it was of no use because all their money had been stolen anyway.
"Master, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't even know my money was stolen." After scolding the thief, Lao Wang admitted his mistake to Wan Dingjun in a dejected look, feeling extremely guilty.
"Forget it, mine was also stolen. We were not prepared. It's not your fault." Wan Dingjun felt aggrieved and uncomfortable. No matter how precocious he was, he was only an eight-year-old child. Losing his money made him unusually panicked. He knew that he could not blame Lao Wang at this time. After all, he was a child and had to rely on the two of them for care.
"Master, don't worry, I will find a job to earn money to support my family. Shanghai is such a prosperous and bustling city, it will be easy to find a job." Lao Wang quickly expressed his sincerity.
After hearing this, Lao Zhou also said quickly: "Yes, Lao Wang and I still have strength, we won't let you starve."
Wan Dingjun forced a smile and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhou."
At that time, they would never have thought that although Shanghai was bustling and prosperous, making money was not an easy thing.
First of all, they were penniless. Even when they arrived in Shanghai, they had no place to stay. Even the bridge holes and dilapidated temples were occupied by homeless children or beggars. As soon as the three of them approached, they were scared away by people.
Given Wan Dingjun's arrogance and pampered upbringing, he naturally didn't want to live in such a place. However, even for such a place, they couldn't get one and had to live on the streets.
"Young Master, Lao Zhou and I will go to the dock tomorrow. I heard from an old beggar that they are recruiting coolies to carry bags there and you can make some money." Lao Wang leaned against the outer wall of a store and said to Wan Dingjun.
The store entrance was where they stayed. Wan Dingjun felt embarrassed and terrified to have been reduced to sleeping on the streets. He was afraid that he would have to live like this for the rest of his life.
Hearing what Lao Wang said, he was not interested at all and just said, "It must be very hard to carry the bag. Can Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhou bear it?"
"I can bear it, I can bear it. Anyway, we had to do heavy and tiring work before, and we only enjoyed the good life because we were taken in by the master. Now we just have to start all over again." Lao Wang replied quickly.
"Old Wang is right. We were both poor farmers before. We have done all kinds of work. Don't worry, young master. We two adults can support you no matter what." Old Zhou also echoed.
Just as he finished speaking, a series of banging sounds came from somewhere, which was particularly frightening in the night. Wan Dingjun could not help but tremble all over and hugged himself tightly. Lao Wang and Lao Zhou were also startled. They involuntarily moved closer to each other, looking around in panic, not even daring to breathe.
Soon, the sound of wood cracking was heard again, and a faint smell of blood came over. Wan Dingjun, Lao Zhou and Lao Wang became even more frightened, and they pressed themselves against the outer wall of the store, wishing they could stuff themselves into the wall.
(End of this chapter)
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