bookbashuk Chapter 70 A Life of Hope
Chapter 70 A Life of Hope
The life Wayne Jones hoped for...
Let alone Zheng En, even Wellen Jones himself probably doesn't know what that is.
But making sure he has enough to eat is definitely the right thing to do.
After accepting the mission, Zheng En thought about finding an excuse to contact Wei Lun. If he could establish a good relationship with Wei Lun, he would be able to know what happened to Wei Lun in time, so as to prevent Wei Lun from doing anything irreversible.
Now that he has joined the foundation as an event manager, and the company is preparing to expand its operations in the East District, he has a legitimate reason to hire them.
"A foundation employee? Me?"
Wellen repeated Jung Eun's words in surprise, lifting the hood that was always pulled down below his eyebrows. His face did not yet show any signs of atavism, and he looked no different from an ordinary person.
Yes, that's right.
Zheng En confirmed his question, "You're not an adult yet, are you? You're still growing, and the food we're getting in line for isn't enough for you."
Let alone him, even foundations don't distribute food every day. Usually, they distribute enough food for three or four days at a time, and the exact amount depends not only on the portion purchased by the organization but also on the near-expiration food donated by others.
As they were talking, Wellen's stomach started growling.
He didn't need to answer anymore, but he still couldn't believe it.
"Are you really not kidding me?"
Wellen had tried to find work; in fact, he had two part-time jobs: one as a laborer at the docks, and the other as a warehouse watchman at night, often helping to move goods.
The former only asked him to work when there was a shortage of manpower, while the latter strictly followed the eight-hour work system, with a pitifully low salary. He also had a large appetite, so the money he earned was only enough to eat half full.
The only saving grace is that the work hours are at night, so there's time to queue for relief during the day.
There are many people like him who have no house and can only wander around while working odd jobs.
Wellen knew he was lucky; he was strong and muscular, which allowed him to find physically demanding jobs that paid well. Someone less physically fit would have given up after just a couple of days.
He had observed other people working at the docks; many were illegal immigrants from Mexico or other countries. They came to this land with naive American dreams, only to live numbly like slaves under the control of gangs.
Even if they made money, they couldn't keep it. Forced gambling was a common tactic used by the foremen; if they didn't gamble, they couldn't continue working there. The money they earned flowed to the gambling table and back into the foremen's pockets.
Wellen isn't very educated and can't express his feelings, but he's not stupid; he usually just pretends to play a couple of games and then stops.
The foreman was dissatisfied, but Wellen was tall and strong and still a minor. Since murder was not illegal, there was nothing he could do.
Even though both of these part-time jobs were terrible, it was only after trying many times that Wellen finally found them.
To find a decent job that can support you, you need a house. In the United States, a formal residence is required for an individual to be eligible for sponsorship, which is why companies are willing to hire them.
Wellen never expected to get a job like this in his life.
The best outcome he could imagine was joining a gang and becoming a minor leader in some organization through his own efforts.
If the gang leader doesn't mind his appearance.
Facing Wei Lun's questioning gaze, Zheng En sighed and looked at him seriously, "Didn't you help me that day? You were the one who knocked out the person outside the alley, weren't you?"
"Ah, yes, that's right."
Wellen hesitated before agreeing, but Jung En didn't mind. "The foundation intends to help homeless children reintegrate into society. Although the project hasn't officially started yet, you meet the criteria for sponsoring it."
"I'd like you to work at the foundation as a temporary warehouse worker for a while. The pay won't be as good as for regular employees, but the hourly wage will be the same."
What reason would Wellen have not to agree?
Even if he didn't think Zheng En's socialization project for homeless children would be very effective, it wouldn't stop him from earning more money to buy meat.
Zheng En said that the help he provided was genuine, although he paid extra attention to Wei Lun, but that didn't mean he only cared about Wei Lun.
There aren't many people like Wellen in the group queuing for relief, but there are about a dozen of them scattered around.
Most of those teenagers and teenagers in their twenties were not as tall and strong as him. Some were too poor to afford food and were thin, while others relied on relief food to survive. They could only eat cheap food that was high in oil and sugar and had become fat at a young age.
The only person of similar build to Wellen was a young black man who had only come to collect relief twice, but he was very lucky. The first time, he didn't have to wait long before receiving it, and the second time, he even ran into Jung Eun looking for work.
Half a month is neither a long nor a short time; it's enough for the teenagers to familiarize themselves with the work process and enough for Bruce to prepare for the charity gala. Although for him, this only requires giving an order, and someone will naturally handle everything properly.
A week before the party, Jung Eun received an invitation from Bruce.
As the main person in charge of the socialization project for homeless children, his participation was only natural. However, he should refrain from saying anything high-sounding on stage that no one would listen to anyway; charity galas are, frankly speaking, just places for various parties to display their wealth.
Few people care what the project will bring after it is implemented. He is an unknown nobody, and his words certainly do not carry as much weight as Bruce's.
The name Wayne carries weight, and even if they consider Bruce to be nothing more than an uneducated playboy, they will still give him face and donate a considerable sum of money.
Attending a charity gala but not being able to contribute money, or donating too little, can cause them to lose face in high society.
Zheng En didn't care about any of that; even if he did attend the party, he would only be there to freeload. He attended as the project leader, and wasn't part of the same social circle as those upper-class people.
The lavish and exquisite gala surpassed even the scenes we'd seen in TV dramas or movies before.
The champagne tower, stacked high, gleamed under the crystal chandelier, while waiters in black bow ties carried trays among the tables, chairs, and crowd.
The auditorium was filled with elegantly dressed men and women. The ladies wore graceful gowns, while the men wore sharp suits, casually displaying the jewels on their bow ties and cufflinks, their wristwatches sparkling. Each of them looked like a peacock spreading its tail feathers with great effort.
This was Jung Eun's first time attending such a banquet. Fortunately, the glasses he wore on his nose [Shinpachi's true form] had the ability to reduce his presence, so he blended in quite comfortably.
Those who are solely focused on socializing won't even notice him, but his faint presence isn't enough for Jung Eun to escape the gaze of certain people.
"Aren't you really going to go up and say a few words? This is a project you led."
Bruce walked over and casually took a wine glass from the porcelain plate the waiter was carrying and handed it to Jung Eun.