[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Mr. Guggenheim is really not calm now. He has never been a person with business talent. Ever since Mr. Guggenheim's father passed away, he has been repeating "losing money-investing-raising a mistress to inquire about news- Losing money-blind investment" endless loop.Even if only Mr. Guggenheim among the rescued nobles was eager to go home and sign a business instead of throwing money on the Titanic, Mr. Guggenheim had already fallen into a situation that was about to go bankrupt.

Carl irresponsibly evoked a kind smile, and he said to himself proudly that he was actually helping Mr. Guggenheim raise his wife, daughter and mistress.Carl politely knocked on the door of Mr. Guggenheim's room, and a charming maid came to open the door. Carl looked at the woman's suggestive smile, and the smile on her face also revealed some deep meaning .

Mr. Guggenheim is really a romantic man. Except for his mistress, the French singer Leontina Aubart, even the maids are the type to be dragged to the bed at will. No wonder he loses money, he just loses his brain In the woman's skirt.Carl's confidence in his trip increased greatly, and he adjusted the smile on his face to be more sincere.

Mr. Guggenheim is sitting on the single sofa, and his beautiful mistress is sitting on the armrest, leaning over and kissing him and feeding fruit to Mr. Guggenheim. Carl turns a blind eye to this, and comes in and out during business activities Some occasions far exceed the obscenity at this time.Mr. Guggenheim's gameplay isn't exciting enough.

"Good afternoon, Carl, why are you here when you're free?" Mr. Guggenheim, who didn't know that Carl had already disposed of all the shares of White Star Company, showed sympathy. He pointed to the opposite sofa and motioned for Carl to sit down. Said: "Ah, you are still young, not to mention that your family still has a lot of money, and the Titanic was also insured, and the loss this time will not be too big."

Carl took the teapot from the maid and slowly adjusted the ratio of milk to black tea in the cup. He calmly put the black tea into his lips and took a sip, then raised his eyes to look at Mr. Guggenheim Mrs. Orbate, who was smiling coquettishly in her arms, licked her lips.Mrs. Aubart was lying in Mr. Guggenheim's arms, but she blinked at Carl. Karl put down his teacup without changing his expression. Flirting is just as straight.

"Benjamin, I want to buy your plumbing company. Anyway, don't you really want to sell it and invest in other industries recently?"

Mr. Guggenheim's eyes widened immediately, and he laughed loudly: "Oh, Carl, what are you talking about? It wouldn't be the sinking of the Titanic that drove you crazy? Even if you want to make a fortune , You shouldn’t want to buy my ancestral property, it might be a good choice to go to Rockefeller to cooperate, isn’t your father cooperating with him in the oil field business?”

Carl spread his hands regretfully: "Benjamin, no, I think you have completely misunderstood my situation. Before the ship sank, Mr. Ishmay had just bought all the shares of White Star Company from me. He wanted to become a shareholder himself and not be controlled by us. , I happened to want to invest in other industries too, so we parted ways. Now are you interested in selling the plumbing company to me?"

Mr. Guggenheim was a little surprised by Carl's words. He extinguished his cigar and put it in the ashtray, and raised his voice in disbelief: "You are so lucky?! Oh, my God! It's a miracle that White Star Company even Even with the compensation from the insurance company, it is estimated that it will not be able to fully tide over the difficulties, after all, the Baocheng Insurance Company that Mr. Yi Shimei has insured will regard him as a thorn in the flesh from now on."

Carl showed the same clear eyes. Every industry has carried out crazy mergers before. Almost every company is now a trust monopoly. The money—although it is money from the bank owned by the head boss of Baixing Company—then Mr. Ishmay will be the enemy of the insurance industry from now on.

The sinking of the Titanic looked too much like an insurance scam.

"Haha~ You men talk about these meaningless things, Benjamin, aren't we going back to the United States to raise cash for investment? Since Mr. Hawley is so sincere in buying your unprofitable pipeline company, why don't you just sell it? Forget it."

Mrs. Aubart interjected at the right time. She hugged Mr. Guggenheim's neck from behind with a glass of wine, and said softly while kissing his ear, Mr. Guggenheim obviously loves his mistress very much, Karl see Looking at Mr. Guggenheim's eyes, he knew that he had seriously considered the feasibility of selling his ancestral property.It would be great if Mr. Guggenheim is willing to sell the entire factory. After all, having a partner like Mr. Guggenheim is a hidden danger, but Karl is not in a hurry to bid, and is now waiting for the cash to be used urgently. The person is not him.

Mr. Guggenheim had ordered the maid to replace the black tea with a wine glass within a quarter of an hour. Karl knew he was about to succeed, but Karl still smiled gently and calmly. Sure enough, Mr. Guggenheim raised his wine glass to him: "Carl, since you are so sincere, I won't embarrass you. This factory is worth 100 million dollars."

Carl held up the champagne and clinked glasses with Mr. Guggenheim. He said without hesitation: "For $40, Rockefeller has built his own pipeline company and railroad company. It's a pity, Mr. Guggenheim, your ancestral property has now been lost." The most stable buyer."

Mr. Guggenheim's face turned gray. He returned to the United States with full confidence because he knew the value of his company and the powerful buyer behind him. He never thought that the old guy Rockefick would be so stingy and extend his business tentacles to him. of the territory.But Mr. Guggenheim has no choice. If he doesn’t sell the pipeline company for cash while the news is still out, or he doesn’t sell it according to Carl’s wishes, I believe he will wait until he sets foot on American soil. At that time, his company was about to be run out and went bankrupt.

"... 40 US dollars, it's a deal, but I want cash." Mr. Guggenheim clenched the wine glass in his hand, and Carl clinked with him lightly and said: "Of course. Then, goodbye in New York , Mr. Guggenheim, my housekeeper Lai Fujie will bring the contract for you to sign in a moment. Farewell."

Carl reached his goal and left Mr. Guggenheim's room. He took out his pocket watch and checked to make sure that the waiter should have delivered the food and the telegraph to his room. He had to go back and see his boy. Did he lie on the bed obediently and eat?

Carl pushed away from the room, and the smile on his face was suddenly replaced by gloom. Jack sat in the not-so-spacious living room wearing the dirty clothes that should have been washed before, and Mrs. DeWitt turned around with a smug expression. He looked over at Carl.

Carl smiled coldly and said, "Lai Fujie, bring Captain Luo Siqiang and the service staff here. I need them to explain why a woman who is irrelevant and owes a lot of debt is put in the second class cabin."

After finishing speaking, Carl laughed sinisterly, and Mrs. DeWitt's expression turned into horror.