Whoo-whoo!
The steam-powered locomotive emitted large amounts of white smoke as it dragged its long stretch of steel carriages down the tracks, speeding with the velocity of a rushing horse.
Watching the scenery on both sides rapidly recede while feeling the soft seat beneath him along with the small table in front, Johan gratefully said, "Thank you, Mr. Li Wei... I... I didn't expect you to upgrade my seat to the second class compartment..."
His meager savings could barely afford him a third-class ticket.
As for the third-class compartment?
It was located right behind the locomotive, constantly filled with the foul odors and dust from the burning coal, packed tight like a can of sardines.
Essentially, every passenger would turn black from soot after spending long enough.
The second-class compartments, however, offered comparatively comfortable seating for four, and included a small wooden table in the middle. A food cart would pass through at noon and in the evening.
