Old man Carl, what a nice guy!"
While pretending to nonchalantly observe the Titanic's hold, Li Qingyuan spoke.
"Mr. Li, what did you say?"
Jack, the guide, felt like he was being roasted alive. Like all cruise ships, the Titanic's lowest level was the power plant, or what most people called the boiler room.
Giant boilers, over ten meters high, were roaring, and nearly a hundred workers were rapidly shoveling coal into them, ensuring the behemoth had ample power.
"Nothing."
As for that Carl, Li Qingyuan had to at least put on a good face for the sake of his wife, but he didn't need to care about scum like Jack.
Perhaps this was the so-called repulsion between the same kind!
It would be best if he were the only guy like Jack, who relies on his face to pick up women, left on Earth. If there were more good people like Carl, the world would definitely be a better place.
Originally, he was still considering how to safely and effectively blow up the ship, because he only had one chance. If he couldn't sink it with one blow, it would be impossible to inflict a second round of damage.
However, the power and amount of explosives made him doubt whether he could complete the mission.
After all, just getting these explosives had already racked his brains; wanting to get more was simply wishful thinking.
But now!
None of that was a problem anymore.
The steel report Carl sent him showed that the currently used sulfurized steel had a minor flaw.
That was, the steel currently produced would undergo cold brittleness when exposed to near-zero temperatures, meaning the steel would become as fragile as glass.
Of course, being as fragile as glass was just a metaphor, but undeniably, steel would be much more brittle at low temperatures than under normal conditions.
This was determined by the current industrial environment. The chemical composition of sulfurized steel gave it this flaw, which was impossible to solve.
It was just that this flaw, like the formula for yellow explosives, had always been controlled by the major steel giants, and the outside world knew nothing about it.
After all, no one would be bored enough to hit warships or cruise ships with a few hammers in a zero-degree environment, would they?
After reading Carl's report, Li Qingyuan finally understood why he felt so strange when he watched the movie back then.
It was clearly such a huge cruise ship, yet it broke apart after the rear part flooded. Even a model would only sink as a whole; how could it break directly in the middle?
Now he finally understood that the reason was here!
The Titanic had crashed into an iceberg, and in that low-temperature environment, the parts in contact with the iceberg all became fragile, causing the entire ship's structure to start to fracture.
Everyone knows that if a crack appears on a piece of glass, it won't be long before it shatters!
After obtaining the information, Li Qingyuan decided to come to the scene to check the environment.
Jack, as his number one lackey, volunteered to be the guide when he learned that the gold master wanted to inspect the hold.
"Qingyuan, is there anything interesting to see here?" Ruth asked, clinging tightly to Li Qingyuan's side.
Even though their position was some distance away from the boilers, the temperature here was still unbearably hot, and Ruth's cheeks were covered in large beads of sweat.
The sweat trickled down her neck, creating ripples on her exquisite artwork.
Jack's eyes were glued to her, which made Ruth, who had noticed his gaze, feel somewhat displeased.
Just this morning, Miss Ruth had learned the true value of those medicines from others, realizing that this glib-tongued fellow had scammed her out of twenty pounds, which made the noble lady, who had always prided herself on being an elite talent, very annoyed.
It wasn't that she cared about the twenty pounds. After all, no matter how down on their luck the Booker family was, they were still a noble family, and she really didn't care about twenty pounds.
She was angry that this guy dared to deceive her. Originally, Miss Ruth had some goodwill towards Jack because he was a bit handsome and seemed to be a wandering painter.
But she didn't expect such a guy to deceive her for twenty pounds, which made Ruth feel that he was simply a despicable and shameless villain.
There was no helping it; for Jack, if his goal was to bed Ruth, then he naturally had to establish himself as a perfect and flawless good person. But now, anyone with eyes could see that this naive woman's heart was completely tied to Li Qingyuan.
Under these circumstances, Jack naturally wouldn't court trouble. Then, wouldn't it be a matter of course to use his work to earn some extra money?
"Since I want to invest in Mr. Hockley's shareholding group, I naturally have to study it carefully!" Li Qingyuan said with a faint smile, patting Ruth's arm, which was close to him.
This woman, your husband is standing right next to you, can't you pay attention to your influence?
Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead, not knowing if it was from the heat or from anger.
"Mr. Li is indeed meticulous, even doing such things personally."
As the investor wanting to see the experimental data, Carl, as Party B, naturally had no reason to refuse. He even pretended not to see his own wife's embarrassing behavior in order to please Party A.
Anyway, Carl had already decided that once they arrived in New York, he would lock Ruth up in the mansion and not let her out. This woman had no self-awareness at all.
It was true that wealthy couples often played their own games, but at least in public, everyone still had to maintain some face. The way you are now, looking like you can't wait to offer yourself, anyone who doesn't know would think Ruth is Li Qingyuan's mistress!
"Serving the king loyally in return for his bounty is my duty." Li Qingyuan cupped his fist and said.
"Mr. Li, what are you saying?" Carl was puzzled. Why could he understand each word the other party said separately, but he had no idea what it meant when they were put together?
"It's nothing, Mr. Hockley, you said that all the steel on the Titanic was supplied by the Hockley Group, so does that include these?" Li Qingyuan asked Carl, stomping on the hold's floorboards.
They were now ten meters below the waterline, and if the floorboards suddenly cracked, the entire group would probably sink directly into the sea to feed the sharks.
"Yes, but Mr. Li, please rest assured, our Hockley Group's steel is quality-assured, and there are absolutely no problems with safety performance."