"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 elsewhere for the future." Wan Dingjun told the old man with a solemn face. Zhou said, "We seem to be in a calm situation now, but in fact there are many crises."
When Lao Zhou heard the young master with a childish look on his face saying these sad words, he was thinking more than an adult like him. His face suddenly turned ugly and he cursed bitterly: "They are all those pigs." Those things that are worse than dogs, who do we, Wanjia, have provoked? They insist on harming us!"
"Who made the Wan family rich?" Wan Dingjun said calmly, "We are in a weak position now. If we want to survive, we have to keep a low profile. I will plan revenge when I grow up."
Lao Wang looked at the young master who had become extra sensible because of the great changes in his family, and then thought of the eldest lady who ran away with the money, and said with a gloomy face: "The eldest lady ran fast enough, and the master obviously told her to take good care of you when you grow up. , I didn’t expect that she turned out to be a ruthless person, huh, she is just a yellow-haired girl, she took so much of the family’s money and went out, what kind of good ending did she expect?”
When Wan Dingjun heard what Lao Wang said, he was also very unhappy with the sister he had always looked down on. He felt that she would be deceived into being penniless, or even sold to help count the money.
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Zhou, let's have a good rest now and leave here as early as possible tomorrow. If this house can't be sold or rented, then forget it. When I grow up and take revenge when I come back, it can be regarded as our old house." Wan Dingjun said.
The three of them knew that they didn't know when they would come back after leaving, 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 on their backs.
"Master, where are we going?" Lao Wang asked.
"Going to Shanghai, my father told me before he died, saying that it is bustling and bustling with people, so we won't attract anyone's attention when we go there." Wan Dingjun replied.
So the master and servant got on the train to Shanghai.
The trains these days are not only slow, but the environment is also very bad, extremely crowded, and the smell is bad. How have Wan Dingjun and the other three ever suffered like this? Therefore, after getting on the train, I felt depressed and listless.
What's worse is that there are everyone on the train, but Lao Wang, Lao Zhou and Wan Dingjun have no experience of traveling far away, that is, they have no awareness of being wary of others and taking care of their own belongings, so they wait until the three of them finally get off. After getting off the train, Lao Wang took a look at the purse hanging on his waist and felt it was empty. He was immediately shocked: "My money is missing!"
"What? The money is missing?" Lao Zhou suddenly became anxious. Lao Wang had more than half of their money. "If you look for it again, is it hidden somewhere else in your luggage?"
"No, I remember to put it on me." Lao Wang looked very ugly and hurriedly searched all over his body, trying to find his wallet, but to his disappointment, he couldn't find it.
At this time, Wan Dingjun also started to open the small backpack he was holding. He also brought some money with him. After all, he was a young master. Lao Wang felt that he could not wrong him because he gave him several oceans to keep.
"The Dayang in my bag is also missing." Wan Dingjun's face was tense, and he rummaged through his bag, which had been rummaged around. "Someone rummaged through my bag, and it must have been stolen on the train. !”
Lao Zhou refused to give up, rushed over to help and continued to search in Wan Dingjun's bag, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find even a silver dollar: "It's really missing..."
Lao Zhou looked panicked: "What should we do now?"
Lao Wang was so angry that he grabbed his hair and cursed angrily: "Which unscrupulous thief dares to steal my money! Let me know who it is and I will break his legs!"
However, no matter how angry he was, it didn't help. Anyway, all the money they had was stolen.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'm useless. I didn't even know the money was stolen." After Lao Wang scolded the thief, he admitted his mistake to Wan Dingjun with a dejected expression, feeling guilty.
"Forget it, mine was stolen too. We were unprepared. No wonder you." Wan Dingjun felt aggrieved and uncomfortable. No matter how precocious he was, he was only an eight-year-old child now. Without money, he was in a rare situation. He was panicked, knowing that he couldn't blame Lao Wang at this time. After all, he had a child and he had to rely on the two of them to take care of him.
"Master, don't worry, I will find a job to earn money to support my family. Shanghai is so prosperous and bustling, it will be easy to find a job." Lao Wang quickly expressed his sincerity.
After hearing this, Lao Zhou quickly said: "Yes, Lao Wang and I still have strength at least, and we will not starve you, young master."
Wan Dingjun forced a smile: "Then I'll trouble Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhou."
At this time, they would never have imagined that although Shanghai is bustling and prosperous, making money is not easy.
First of all, they were penniless. Even when they arrived in Shanghai, they had no place to stay. Even the bridge holes and ruined temples and houses were occupied by some street children or beggars. As soon as the three of them approached, they were taken over. The people were threatened and scared away.
With Wan Dingjun's arrogance and pampering, they naturally didn't want to live in such a place. However, even in such a place, they couldn't get one and had to live on the streets.
"Master, Lao Zhou and I will go to the pier tomorrow. I heard from an old beggar that there are coolies there who can make money by carrying bags." Lao Wang leaned on the outer wall of a shop and said to Wan Dingjun said.
The entrance to this store was where they settled, and they were reduced to sleeping on the street. Wan Dingjun was embarrassed and frightened. He was afraid that he would have to live like this in the future.
Hearing Lao Wang's words, he couldn't show any interest. He only said: "It will 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. We only enjoyed the blessing of being taken in by the master. Now we just have to start everything over again." Lao Wang quickly replied.
"Old Wang is right. We both used to be poor farmers. What kind of work have we never done? Don't worry, young master, we two adults can support you no matter what." Lao Zhou also agreed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden banging sound came from nowhere, which was particularly scary in the night. Wan Dingjun couldn't help but trembled all over, hugging his body tightly. Wang and Lao Zhou were also startled. They moved closer to each other involuntarily and looked around in panic, not even daring to express their anger.
Soon there were frequent sounds of wooden warehouses, and the faint smell of blood also came over. Wan Dingjun, Lao Zhou, and Lao Wang were even more frightened. They pressed against the outer wall of the store, wishing they could stuff themselves into the wall. .
