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"The timers produced by Alfred Company are highly precise and can ensure synchronization of time." Jackson's response was unwavering, his voice calm and confident, as if concealing some deeper meaning.
I sensed that Jackson seemed to be deliberately avoiding my question. My mind was filled with doubt, but at this moment, I could only temporarily abandon my inquiries. I needed more time and more clues to unravel the mystery of Morgan Company.
"Thank you for the information, Mr. Jackson. I think I need more time to think." I suppressed the tumultuous waves within me, forcing myself to remain calm, preparing to end this seemingly mundane conversation.
"That's fine. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me anytime." Jackson appeared unconcerned about my potential follow-up questions, his tone still calm and casual, as if indifferent to my doubts.
After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to calm my excited heart. My mind was filled with confusion and uncertainty; I couldn't determine what secrets lay behind Morgan Company, yet my resolve only grew stronger.
The code of Morgan Company, the mystery of the Titanic—I must find the answers!
I stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the bustling city. A wave of emotions surged within me. This city was filled with noise and restlessness; the tides of capital surged, and the gears of fate turned incessantly. In this vast whirlpool, I would seek my own truth.
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At this moment in 1912, a luxurious party was taking place on the deck of the Titanic. Music, lights, and laughter intertwined to create a grand spectacle. Old Ismay, dressed in an elegant tailcoat and wearing a confident smile, chatted amiably with guests.
"Mr. Ismay, your Titanic is truly magnificent; it’s like a palace on the sea," said a lady in an extravagant gown with a smile.
"Thank you for your praise, madam. I firmly believe that Titanic will become a miracle in human maritime history!" Old Ismay replied proudly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a hint of pride. He took a deep breath as he looked at the luxurious Titanic before him, filled with a sense of pride. He seemed to see his family's glory shining brightly on this ship.
In a corner stood a tall, thin man with a scruffy beard observing Old Ismay discreetly. He was Jackson, representing Morgan Company. Holding an exquisite pocket watch, he glanced at the time occasionally as if waiting for something.
Old Ismay's gaze swept across the banquet hall, finally resting on Jackson, who waved for him to come over.
"Mr. Jackson, please come here for a moment; I need to discuss something with you," Old Ismay said, his tone tinged with urgency.
Jackson approached, his head bowed, and his face revealing no expression.
Old Ismay led Jackson to a corner and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Jackson, how do you plan to relay the information about Wall Street to London?"
Jackson paused for a moment before responding, "I have it all arranged. I will encrypt the information and send it via radio to London; they will decode it using the password we provide."
Old Ismay nodded, seemingly satisfied with Jackson's arrangements. However, he quickly followed up with another question: "Are you sure this method is safe and reliable? You know this information is crucial for Morgan Company; if it leaks, the consequences would be unimaginable!"
Jackson smiled slightly and pulled out a black circular metal plate from his pocket. He pointed to the metal plate and said, "This metal plate can encrypt the information into a code that only Morgan Company can decipher. Additionally, I have found a secure radio transmission location to ensure the information is transmitted smoothly."
Old Ismay examined the metal plate carefully. He hesitated slightly but ultimately nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I trust you. But I want you to remember that the success or failure of this matter relates to the future of Morgan Company; be sure to proceed with caution," Old Ismay advised seriously.
"Rest assured, Mr. Ismay," Jackson assured him.
At that moment, a burly waiter approached with a tray of champagne. He placed the champagne on the table and respectfully stepped aside.
Jackson picked up a glass of champagne and took a light sip, yet his gaze remained fixed on Old Ismay as if he were deep in thought.
"Mr. Old Ismay, I have a question. Why are we using the Titanic to convey information?" Jackson finally couldn't hold back and asked.
Old Ismay smiled, gently tapping the cup on the table, producing a crisp sound.
"This Titanic is like a moving fortress, allowing us to evade prying eyes," Old Ismay said, a cunning smile on his face as if he was planning something.
Jackson looked at Old Ismay, filled with unease. There was a glint of greed and ambition in Old Ismay's eyes; it seemed he was using the Titanic to orchestrate a larger scheme.
"Mr. Old Ismay, we should focus on wealth and power, not exploit tragedy for gain," Jackson said heavily, his gaze firm and steady, as if he had already realized Old Ismay's intentions.
"Mr. Jackson, don't worry too much. I believe this operation will bring us immense profits," Old Ismay patted Jackson's shoulder, his face radiating confidence as if he could already see the final victory.
Jackson remained silent, watching the confidence on Old Ismay's face while his heart was filled with concern. He knew he had become entangled in a dangerous whirlpool that could very well consume everyone's fate.
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