[Titanic] Ticket

Compared with New York, the climate in the southwestern United States is always a little too sunny. The sun penetrates the atmosphere, like a tough tyrant who is unwilling to take a detour. The indoor heat is uncomfortably hot. Antonio wiped his face with a handkerchief Sweat ran down his spine as he lectured at length to his master, thank God his panties were so wet they could wring out.

The repeated opening of the mouth was obviously extremely boring. At the end of the recitation, he couldn't even tell the difference between himself and a phonograph. His voice suddenly stumbled like a bad record, and what was rare was that the young capitalist was not as angry as usual, and he even smiled a little—to be honest, this flattered Antonio a bit: "Keep up this momentum, it's very easy Soon you'll get a raise, Mr. Blake."

"Thank you very much for your generosity," said Antonio with a grateful face, maintaining just the right amount of flattering doubt on his face, "We will have a third plant soon, but I don't understand, oil--isn't bad , it's just that the bloody vampires want more coal, and we're paying far too expensive to develop oil fields that few people care about."

Carl strokes the corners of his mouth inscrutably - his lips are so full and rosy they look like those ever-blooming full-petaled roses in the Garden of Venus - oh, thank God, look at this Described, Antonio set his eyes on the desk, he swore that he was straight, and had already put his girlfriend's wedding on the agenda.

God knows, it's not his fault, in all of New Mexico, people who like this young out-of-town capitalist can almost circle their new factory three times-even if he has a famous bad temper and leech-like greed —but the inexhaustible savings in the bank account and his outstanding good looks can cover up all imperfections and make everyone flock to him.

Overnight it seemed that everyone believed in the superficial bedside stories they heard as children, but those fools didn't understand that the Hockleys never produced handsome princes, they produced tyrants and always followed through. Arrogant down to every hair strand is the goal of life.

Antonio let the gossip in his head run wild until Carl said, "...you'll see our success, Mr. Blake, and I think one day the whole of America will be shocked by us—like steam engines, generators, , The innovation of the times needs careerists."

It sounded like a great wish, Antonio let out a clear cold snort in his heart.

Clara pushed open the door and came in with a telegram in her hand. She looked a little hesitant. Both people in the room realized that something was wrong. Karl gave up his relaxed sitting posture. His left hand on the desk clenched uncomfortably—as if it was not a telegram but a court summons that could kill him.

Clara hesitantly gave the telegram to Carl. She could see that the young Hockley was on the verge of breaking out, which was very dangerous. The worst thing was that she didn't know if something more dangerous would happen after giving him the telegram. .

Carl read the telegram quickly, followed by the second and third times—perhaps he hadn’t spent this seriousness in college, and his fingers unconsciously tightened the edge of the paper, Antonio had to say that With a lot of strength, the folds continued to spread towards the center like a fault zone in the earth's crust. Just when he thought that Karl would tear the paper completely, the young capitalist calmed down unexpectedly. He stroked the corner of his mouth again, looking like He was trying his best to calm down his emotions, but still betrayed him with slightly trembling fingers: "... Clara, you go get ready."

Then he completely sank himself into the seat, with his fingers resting on his eyes, his lips and teeth showing hard lines, with a tired look of rejecting anyone thousands of miles away.

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Catherine didn't know how it all happened. She stood on the almost scorched land of New Mexico, fainted from the long journey, and the stench of melting rubber filled her nose one after another—— God, what drug did she take wrong to be willing to be brought to this barren land by Lester Eloquent Roland-oh, come on, she even looked forward to it all the way, as if there was something in this damn place As expected.

Lester carrying her suitcase—they had no servants, and Lovejoy was left at White Cuckoo Manor to comfort old Hockley, who was almost mad, and the telegrams were always full of his rants and threats , if it wasn't for the lack of telephones on board, their journey might have turned into a nightmare because of the endless ringing—yes, yes, the White Cuckoo Manor was equipped with telephones and a large number of electric lights, and Old Hockley was even willing to talk to them for this. Breaking up, but Lester persuaded him with one sentence, or the aggressive method is more appropriate-at least this is much more convenient than writing to Karl to complain about himself-even if he has countless servants who can do it for him.

Clara quickly saw them, and while she raised her hand towards them, she motioned for the servants behind her to accept the salutes that didn't seem too light: "You've grown taller, Lester." She gave the blond hair young man with a hug.

Lester patted her on the shoulder, ending the long-lost greeting full of warmth: "I'm glad to hear you say that, Clara, it means I'm young enough, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I don't talk to people about it. You know, the boss's customers—oh, they won't want me to praise them for gaining weight, even if it's true." Clara and Catherine exchanged a Face-to-face ceremony, "I'm glad you're here, Miss Catherine, there are really good stores in New Mexico, I guess we can go shopping together in a couple of days - you know I've saved up enough vacation time."

"This is the best news I've heard these two days." Catherine said.

Karl bought a manor there, which still smelled of fresh paint and furs. Two menservants, two maids, and a cook seemed pitifully sparsely populated.

"In fact, the boss seldom stays at home, he prefers the office and the factory. If you want me to say, this is not without reason, the meals made by Mrs. Highmore - God, it is really worse than a disaster." Clara pushed Opening the door, I happened to have a face-to-face meeting with the Mr. Hawke who she just mentioned who didn't like to stay at home. His expression was blank for a few seconds, until Carl knocked on the door frame impatiently.

The capitalist embraced his little sister and walked in. Clara smiled apologetically at Lester and said softly, "Don't worry, he's just a little..."

She didn't seem to be able to find a suitable adjective to beautify Hockley's behavior. Everyone could see that he was just angry, and he was so angry that he might even want to have nothing to do with young people.

Lester looked at Carl's indifferent back. In fact, he maintained this movement from the first time he saw the capitalist, and said softly: "I understand, good girl. At least we are close enough now."

The dinner was not very pleasant, the atmosphere was stiff and tense, and Clara could hardly swallow. She was always worried that an unprecedented war would suddenly break out in this small manor on the edge of New Mexico. Carl and Les Te sat at the two ends of the long dining table, their eyes never met, but when they raised their heads separately, the feeling made people sting.

Catherine put down her fork after taking a few bites, wrinkled her nose and complained in a low voice: "This soup tastes like someone stuffed a dozen bloody offal and soapy water into it, brother."

Carl's cold face was carved out of rock. He put down the spoon, swallowed the last sip of the soup, then took the long-necked wine bottle and poured himself a glass of brandy. Say it as if you had, Catherine. Mrs Highmore is doing her duty, and I don't wish to upset her over such a trifle."

"...I'll write a job posting and hire another cook, I hope you don't mind paying an extra salary, my brother." Catherine said sarcastically, and turned her head to Clara, "I guess you can Give me a little help with this, dear."

Carl interrupted her irritably: "How long are you going to live here? How can you let father live under the same roof with that bitch—anyone."

"Of course until I want to leave." Catherine raised her chin and said loudly, "Carl Hockley, you have given up your inheritance, so what right do you have for me to stay and maintain it? I am fed up A stupid marionette's life, and now, no one will stop me from living my own life!"

Lester laughed softly——of course, he was stared at by the little girl a few times, which was different from what they said, and it was obvious that Catherine played freely. She really liked the movies that were still in preparation for World Star, And obviously knows a lot of lines by heart, which is really terrible, and old Hockley will definitely tear him to pieces.

Carl didn't notice this, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't even dare to meet Catherine's eyes. He was sure that he could make a career in New Mexico, but leaving without saying goodbye a few months ago would only make people feel weak. inability.

Forget it, don't put gold on your face, you are a coward who ran away with your tail between your legs, Carl thought pessimistically and desperately, then pushed away the chair, put down the wine glass, said "sorry", then turned and walked away quickly Dining room.

"...God, this is different from what I thought. What the hell is he doing?" Catherine came back to her senses after a long daze, muttered and sat down with her skirt lifted.

Lester pressed her shoulder and chased after Carl in the direction he left.

Catherine rolled her eyes, she had had enough of them, really.