[Titanic] Ticket

The dinner was as expected, and the old aristocrats of the twentieth century always had these privileges—fresh caviar, soft croissants, and various steak soup desserts. Just one dinner, he ate half a year's expenses of ordinary people.

"Forgive me, but your dining etiquette is very strict, Mr. Roland." Carl wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin on the plate—his movements looked elegant and rigid, and a pleasant dinner undoubtedly refreshed him physically and mentally. Relaxed, the heavy defenses like lead clouds were removed from the lighter-colored eyes, and instead they were full of interest-he was really curious about Mr. Lester Rolland in front of him.

Lester slowly swallowed his last mouthful of steak before saying unhurriedly: "The Roland family used to be aristocrats—but now it's probably gone so that even the ancestral graves have been dug out."

His slightly rude reply did not make Carl feel disgusted, and the rich man thought for a while with a serious expression before he said cautiously: "Sorry, Mr. Roland."

Lester smiled indifferently: "There is nothing to be sorry about. The glory of the predecessors belongs to the predecessors. If I don't even have the ability to win glory for myself, how can I be entitled to enjoy these things?" What about wealth? Although I live poorly now, at least I don't have to worry about these free things-I can't bear to maintain a good manner and strict etiquette all the time."

If it wasn't for his status, Karl couldn't help but want to admire him. Although he couldn't agree with Leicester's contempt for the noble status, he really agreed with his idea of ​​self-reliance.

As the son of a steel tycoon, old Hockley's dominance was sometimes unbearable. He was 29 years old, not a swaddling baby holding a pacifier, and he didn't like his father's excessive Intervene—especially since the greedy and ruthless blood of the Hockley family also flows in his bones.

"Thank you for your exquisite words." Carl raised his glass and showed a sincere smile.

Lester smiled and clinked glasses with him: "Toast to our acquaintance."

……

When Lovejoy came in, the atmosphere between the two was already quite harmonious, and Karl was surprised to find that Lester Roland didn't look like a fallen noble from a small place at all.

He is erudite, intelligent, elegant, and has extraordinary insights. He even agrees with him in most things. If the Roland family does not decline, he will definitely become his best partner or even a close friend.

"Master, I don't intend to interrupt your pleasant conversation, but it's already dinner time." The old butler bowed slightly apologetically.

Carl was stunned for a moment before he realized, rubbed his stomach and complained, "I forgot about it. God, Lovejoy, you shouldn't have prepared such a sumptuous dinner for me. You should remind me in time!"

This kind of dinner party where nobles gather has always been a good place for socializing and chatting. Few people will waste their time on eating. It has become a customary rule to eat something in advance, but today's atmosphere is obviously too wonderful. The self-disciplined Karl put this matter behind him.

Lovejoy shrugged his shoulders and apologized to him with regret on his face. It is rare for Master Carl to have a satisfactory friend. Even if he is a housekeeper serving Hockley, a capitalist with the surname, he would occasionally have such selfishness. Hope an unsatisfactory dinner ruins such a good atmosphere.

"It seems that it's time for me to say goodbye, Carl." Lester looked at Carl and smiled gently.

Apart from anything else, Carl Hockley was actually a man of great character—handsome, of noble birth, and, though he spoke the same thing as his trade, it was not difficult to see that he was well-informed.If it were any other time, of course Lester would appreciate him very much and would be willing to make friends with him, but the current situation made him not so carefree.

Not more than three days—

Leicester clenched his right hand a little. It's a desperate prospect, isn't it?

"I'm sorry, Lester." Carl patted Lester's shoulder, turned to Lovejoy, "pack Lester a dinner, I think your friend needs this."

"Ms. Bucket will be touched by your thoughtfulness sooner or later."

Carl's eyes twinkled, and he sighed, "I hope so."

……

Ryan stood at the door and stared at Ash who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and enjoying the delicious food-God, he had never seen the good things he ate, and there was a bottle of white wine, he swore with his crotch, that But it is definitely a high-end product with a high value.

How lucky is this bloody Irish boy!

"Hey, Blake, I said, where did you get all these good things? God, nineteenth-century wine!" Another roommate, Erwin, poked his head out of the bed and whistled loudly. All your possessions are worth money!"

Ash chewed the croissant in big mouthfuls, and said without looking up: "Erwin, don't touch that bottle of wine, it's Lester's. Would you like to have some with you? Let me tell you, this croissant is really good." good!"

Erwin grabbed the bread and stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously, bared his teeth and said vaguely: "Thanks to Lester—haha, thanks to the rich people in the first class."

"British guy who got lucky!" Ryan touched his nose and cursed viciously, but the sudden voice behind him made him stiffen all over.

"If you're jealous, you can take your shit luck in first class, Mr. Rudolph."

Lester was talking softly while wiping his wet blond hair with a towel, and he was carrying some other toiletries in his hand, obviously just returned from outside—there were only men and women in the third-class cabin of the Titanic Two public bathrooms, Lester would never want to set foot in that place if he had no choice.

Ryan took a few steps back in horror: "God, you went to take a shower!"

With some mocking expressions on Lester's face, he pushed him away and walked towards the bed: "Yes, Mr. Rudolph, I'm about to get lung disease, you have to stay away from me——Ash, from me Roll off the bed! God beard, you ate a sheet of crumbs!"

"Hey, sweetie, keep your style! Keep your style!" Ash jumped up, Lester pushed him, and quickly changed the bed sheets on the upper and lower bunks, "I'm going to the deck now Practice, watch my wine, Ash, I don't want to come back and find you lying flat on the bed waiting for me to play you a hymn."

Ash whispered to Erwin: "Look, Lester's mouth is really poisonous."

"For the sake of the food, he's right." Erwin also replied in a low voice.

……

Practicing the piano is of course just a poor excuse. In fact, Lester just wanted to watch the historic first meeting between Ruth Bukett and Jack Dawson. It was 1912, and he had no pleasure in anything but gossip—and it was hopeless.

Lester walked through a special stairway, where the iron door was closed, and he gave the doorman a fivepence to get into the first-class deck--God knows how that boy Dawson came and went in the movie Freely, especially at such a sensitive time at night, when Lester looked at the boatman's insatiable face, his heart was bleeding from pain.

He came a little early, there was no one on the deck, and the salty and cold sea breeze made his cheeks ache, but looking at the dark sea, Lester was rarely excited.

He took the violin out of the case and put it on his shoulder, and after thinking for a while, he put the bow on the strings.

The gloomy and melancholy tune flows like sea water in the night. Lester tilts his head and plays it a little carelessly. He likes to think about problems when playing this tune—he has faced countless problems since he opened his eyes. And the pressure of survival, playing can undoubtedly make him relax a lot.

Leicester is very optimistic about Carl, if this person is willing to listen to his words, then they will surely survive the shipwreck.But the most pressing question at the moment is obviously that gaining his trust is not an easy task - especially when he is struggling for his wayward and beautiful fiancée, what must he do to make the shrewd and cunning businessman let down his guard .

Of course, Karl himself has many problems, but it doesn't matter, no matter how he behaves, Lester himself is by no means a kind person. In order to survive, most people are willing to sacrifice everything that can be sacrificed!

Oh, our lover, Mr. Dawson, is of course that rare exception.

Lester raised the corners of his lips. He has always been a person who repays his kindness. Of course, he will give Carl some sweets—for example, save his life?

Like a fitting reminder of the looming and sweeping Great Depression a decade from now?

……

Lester drew the bowstring suddenly, the lingering sound echoed in the air, loud applause sounded from behind, and a young sunny voice said unabashedly: "It's a wonderful performance! I swear to God, the most popular music in Britain Home can't do better!"

Lester turned his head and looked at the young man who had come close, with a smile in his eyes.

"Lester Roland, thank you for your support."

The young man laughed and said, "Hey, buddy, don't be so serious, you remind me of those first-class rich people! Jack, Jack Dawson!"

Lester shrugged his shoulders: "In our business, you have to learn some manners. Who knows if someone will invite me to perform at the Royal Grand Theater?"

Jack looked very happy: "Oh, my God, you are so interesting! Lester, what's the name of that song just now?"

"<Hebrew Paradise>. Glad you enjoyed it."

Jack waved his arms: "Oh, my God, don't say that! No one can not be addicted to this beautiful music, art is interlinked, I am a painting—"

The frantic footsteps of high heels hitting the deck interrupted their conversation. Jack turned his head involuntarily, and a girl in a black and red lace dress quickly ran to the railing.

"Hiss—God, she's going to jump!" Jack whispered.