Some spectators immediately came forward to help, "Old Zhang, did you forget the place? Take a good look around."
Old Zhang said despairingly with a look of suffering on his face, "I've searched the whole house, even the rat holes, but there is nothing, nothing. That's my lifesaving money. My wife can't do physical work and only does some handcrafts. I finally brought them to Kyoto to sell, and now I've made a little money, it's been stolen. My money, my money, oh heavens, oh heavens, do we even want people to live?"
Seeing a grown man cry so pitifully.
The hotel owner and his wife also came out.
"What's going on, what's going on?"
"Owner, Old Zhang's money has been stolen."
The owner and his wife were both taken aback; such a situation was rare in their establishment. How could this have happened?
What could be done about this?
"So what do we do?"
This was indeed the first occurrence of such an incident.
