[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

"If Mr. Morgan is really as good as you say, there will definitely not be one or two people who can speculate that the Morgan consortium is in danger. Why hasn't anyone informed him to prepare? It's for money again." Jack Sitting next to Karl, he could hear the conversation of Karl and his son clearly.

"Money, yes, of course it is money." Mr. Henry stroked the beard on his lips and smiled maliciously, "If you are the president of the United States, then you like to be flattered and cooperate with you. Or do you have to humbly ask people for any financial problems? John's favorite thing to say is 'I don't think it's worth anything, the world doesn't know what to do'.

As a business overlord, he owns 50.00% of the money in the United States. Of course he is qualified to say this. It is always sad that a hero loses the land that allows him to continue to conquer. However, if I say this to you, you will What would you think, Mr. Dawson? "

"Showing off wealth to the poor without a problem." Jack said honestly. Mr. Henry, who had never liked Jack very much, was amused and laughed, and he pointed at Jack tremblingly.

"When John faced the three presidents of the United States, the identity gap was the same as when you faced me. He is usually too indulgent and easy to get himself into trouble. The three presidents! Haha, John himself absolutely does not know what he is How much hatred I have accumulated. So, I said a long time ago that he will be unlucky in the future." Mr. Henry sighed regretfully, he couldn't help but took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it from the beginning to the end it.

"...When the Titanic just sank, John, an old guy, called me and said that he was not a person who would encounter disasters, but now it seems that the Titanic is really going to bring him down. He is 75 years old. Poor man. Well, what are you talking about? Mr. Dawson, I am very impressed by your wonderful speech today. It is said in the world that only artists can’t be conquered by businessmen. Well, I admit that you are indeed a talented enough artist. I wish you the best of luck in the future—although I still hope that you are just an artist who has nothing to do with my son." Henry showed a good face to Jack for the first time, looked him in the eyes and spoke solemnly. shot.

Jack nodded happily to accept Mr. Henry's praise. He was shocked when he held Mr. Henry's palms. They were dry, warm and full of strength. Mr. Henry's palms were not as slender, soft and beautifully shaped as Carl's. , But these are the powerful hands of an all-powerful old man, and he can show his money and power with just one pair of hands.

"Son, no matter what, I still hope that my son will return to an ordinary life, marry a wife, and have a bunch of children, which will cause him headaches every day." Mr. Henry let go of Jack's palm, stood up and strode away. Jack scratched Cheek helplessly smiled.

"Jack, what are you thinking?" Carl always followed the expression on Jack's face, and this complex smile was captured in his mind.

"I suddenly wanted to gamble with Mr. Henry. Isn't it strange? I clearly expected that I could refute Mr. Henry's words on the spot and show him that we belong to each other and our relationship will never be destroyed. But the one who was stared at by him At that time, I suddenly felt that I was a bison caught by a lion on the African grasslands. In addition to suppressing and fleeing emotions, I actually wanted to resist him." Jack thought and smiled again.

"You father and son are very special."

"Special? Honey, I think what you want to say is a contradiction." Carl took the opportunity to ruffle Jack's blond hair, and they returned to the room together.

Early the next morning, Mr. Henry boarded the train to Pittsburgh with Carl, Jack, and Raffles. All the maids were left to guard Hawley's old house and Karl's private house.The rumbling of the train, the slightly bumpy journey is covered by the delicate green of the new spring, which removes the boredom along the way.

Mr. Carl and Mr. Henry each read the passed documents and made a work plan for the next stage.But Jack opened all the windows on one side of the room, and he watched with interest as the rapidly disappearing scene left a series of chaotic colors on the canvas.Lai Fujie considerately brought a shelf for Jack to put all the paints on it, and then filled the cup for Mr. Henry with milk back and forth.

There was a strong aroma of coffee in the carriage, but it was a pity that this pot of coffee only belonged to Karl. Henry has now been deprived of the qualification to drink stimulating drinks by the doctor.Two hours later, Carl let go of the pen in his hand. He walked behind Jack, looked at the mottled colors of the entire canvas, and put his arms around Jack's waist.

"What are you drawing?"

"Drawing for fun, isn't it interesting to describe the scenery every time I look out of the window? The bottom gray is the platform, the green, brown and ocher are the feeling in the woods, and the brick red, bright yellow and blue just passed by The village is rosy, the mood is rose." Jack turned his head, his joyful eyes were like those of a child, Carl couldn't help but kissed his eyes lightly.

"Very interesting indeed."

"Hmm!" Carl and Jack looked at Mr. Henry at the same time when they heard the voice, but he pretended to be ignorant and continued to review the documents with his head down.Jack smiled and ignored Mr. Henry's objection. He turned around and continued his painting, but put all his body weight on Carl.

Carl supported Jack's waist, and they relied on each other to share the joy of the journey together.The interior of Pittsburgh was indeed filled with black smoke at this time. Jack frowned, obviously not accepting the scene in front of him after all the flowers and trees. Carl patted Jack's palm to pull him out of his personal emotions.Jack smiled gratefully at Carl, and he and Carl followed Mr. Henry into the car.

The expression on Jack's face did not escape the old man's sharp eyes, he patted his palms and said, "Mr. Dawson, you don't like Pittsburgh, do you?"

"I don't like the thick smoke and the weird smell, Mr. Henry, it has nothing to do with the place name." Jack said to Mr. Henry with his usual honesty. Mr. Henry raised the corner of his mouth arrogantly, and he raised his finger He gestured at the place where the thick smoke was the strongest.

"Mr. Dawson, do you know? That's my steel plant, and the Westinghouse Electric Company. Without the smoke, there would be no 440 bridges in this city and the railroads connecting different states in the United States. This It is the wealth of the United States, you may not like the current environment here, but it has accumulated countless wealth, and when you want to change the environment, you need money." Mr. Henry said proudly, and Jack refuted Mr. Henry's point of view with a smile.

"Mr. Henry, the things you destroyed may require hundreds of thousands of sacrifices to get back when you need them."

"Oh?"

"If you cut down a 100-year-old tree for the construction of a factory, even if you transplant a big tree in the future, the world will still lose a century-old tree. To make up for this loss, you can only rebuild Plant one and wait 100 years." Jack's words made Carl laugh, yes, there is nothing more irrefutable than time.

Mr. Henry looked at his snickering son and shook his head resentfully. He has already seen through Carl, and his son will never go back to the same path!But Mr. Henry suddenly had an idea after Jack's words. The boy's example was very simple, so simple that everyone knew it, but no one had ever noticed it. Children who can pay attention to details will definitely succeed.

Mr. Henry said to the secretary who had followed him diligently since getting off the train: "Julian, when you open a new factory and meet the woods, transplant the trees to another piece of land."

Hearing his father's order, Carl laughed lowly, and Lai Fujie handed Mr. Henry a handkerchief directly.Inexplicably, Mr. Henry took the handkerchief and looked into Lai Forge's eyes and asked, "Spicer, what do you use the handkerchief for?"

"Sweating, master." Lai Fujie explained thoughtfully, and Jack couldn't help laughing now.

Mr. Henry said in a pretentious way: "Change into clothes, let's go to the factory."

At the end of April, the temperature in Pittsburgh was nearly [-] degrees, and the inside of the steel plant was even more sweltering and sweaty.Workers usually only wear a pair of long trousers, which have to be rolled up completely.As for the clothes on the upper part of the body, they have been stripped off for a long time. Sweat drips from the foreheads of the workers, and the backs of the bosses are tangled with the continuous shoveling of coal into the boiler.

"Jack?!" A man with flaxen hair and a beard of the same color looked at Jack dumbfounded, his eyes swept up and down Jack's straight suit and expensive leather shoes, and then smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry ,I got the wrong person."

Jack was stunned for a long time with his long lips. He didn't expect that the friend who met by chance on the Titanic but was very able to chat with him would be very sure that he had identified the wrong person-they had not been together for a short time, right?

"Tommy, you're right. I'm Jack, Jack Dawson. Is Fabrizio okay?"

Tommy on the opposite side immediately smiled, he boldly threw the shovel aside, stepped forward and gave Jack a hug: "You are doing well now, Fabrizio married the lady he met on the boat, he Saved her life. Oh, heroic rescue, how enviable! Once they got to New York they went west, and you can't find them now."

"That's good. I'm going to leave the United States soon. Mrs. Brown sponsors me to study in Germany." Jack laughed happily, and Tommy patted Jack hard on the back.

"Jack, it's really enviable, your luck is so good. You... wish you luck." Tommy seemed to want to say something, but he looked at Mr. Henry and Carl standing behind Jack, In the end, he closed his lips and didn't say what he wanted to say. Jack didn't know that he had been labeled "the illegitimate son of a certain rich businessman" inadvertently.

"Good luck to you too, Tommy, goodbye." Jack let go of Tommy's body and returned to Carl's side. The man turned his head and blew gently against Jack's ear, and a flush appeared on Jack's face.

"You were so close to him just now, I'm so jealous."

"Carl, don't you think they work too hard? I used to be one of them. Every day in the factory or at the dock, I took off only a pair of trousers. I either kept shoveling coal mines into the boiler, or Back and forth between the warehouse and the pier with a heavy burden. The work is very hard, there is almost no time to rest every day, and the salary is even more pitiful." Jack said with some anger.

Carl broke his clenched fist. He had promised not to lie to Jack again, and he would not do it now: "Jack, this is a fair deal. You can call my behavior shameless. I am ripping off workers. There is nothing wrong with the labor force and surplus value. But you should also know that this is a deal you want, and if they are not satisfied, they can choose to quit their jobs at any time, and my father does not force them to die in the factory."

Carl actually explained capital accumulation or other theoretical knowledge more than Jack, but those theories can’t change the empty fact in the classics-if you don’t work, you won’t have food, even if you work, you may not be able to eat enough.This is the state of America, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

In the seemingly vibrant America, only those who can invent and create technical talents and bosses from all walks of life make money. Thousands of immigrant workers probably never thought that they would find gold or oil by chance. You can only work honestly and wait to be exploited.

Looking into Jack's eyes, Carl reached out and ruffled his growing blond hair and said: "When workers' wages are not enough to maintain them, they will go on strike, maybe form a guild, demand wages, reasonable wages Time off, insurance and medical, but it's not here yet. It's not that bad. Let's go, Jack."

Jack closed his lips tightly, and he followed Carl and left the factory without saying a word. From this day until Carl took him back to New York to attend Miss Rose's wedding, Jack ran to the factory every day with his portfolio and paints on his back. , he sat quietly in a dark corner of the factory, sweating one after another, drawing pictures of workers sweating.

Mr. Henry's secretary Julian couldn't figure out Jack's identity. In order not to offend this mysterious guest, he simply ordered the confession not to disturb Jack.When Jack returned to Mr. Henry's house on the first day, covered in black ash and smelling of sweat, the old man frowned. When Jack told Mr. Henry the news that Jack had left his canvas to dry in the room through the mouth of the maid. At times, he was furious.

Jack's actions were openly provoking Mr. Henry's authority, but for his son's sake, Mr. Henry stared at Jack's comings and goings every day with red eyes.Carl knows where Jack runs to every day, but he never stops Jack's freedom.

Thought is the mother of art, without a deep appreciation of life, Jack would never be able to go too far on the road of creation.

As long as Jack doesn't personally organize the workers to go on strike, Karl absolutely supports Jack's "painting practice".On the day he left Pittsburgh, Jack finally showed a smile, and a shocking painting appeared on his canvas - the thick smoke billowing outside the workshop was like a devil's smirk, and the workers in the workshop kept busy working, but they rolled all over their bodies. sweat like blood...

"You are a genius, Jack!" Carl dropped the cigar on the ground, and he said in shock facing the painting, the combination of modern and classical styles seems to be the future feature of Jack, but... the brushwork is still slightly He is immature, and his boy still needs a wider sky to fly.