India, Mumbai.
Zhu Wencong stood on the deck, looking at the bustling scene on the dock. This place truly deserved to be called England's second home.
Merchant ships flying flags from various countries formed a beautiful line; everyone wanted to profit hugely from this country.
The Ah Sans carried heavy goods and would be whipped if they moved even slightly slower, yet they dared not complain at all.
"Why is the city infrastructure so backward in such a prosperous port?" Su Yanqiao couldn't understand, feeling like this place was a slum.
"Anyway, the place we live won't be bad, and the infrastructure is guaranteed!
If the wealth gap in America is huge, then in India, it is worlds apart; the poor remain poor for generations.
Their destiny is set at birth, either as beasts of burden or as the elite, with no other options.
