"The starry sky over the sea is really beautiful!"
Jack Dawson lay on a deck chair, gazing at the twinkling stars and sighing with admiration.
Britain was the world's superpower, but also the world's top polluter!
London was called the "Fog City" because of its high coal consumption, which caused the entire sky to be gray. If there were PM2.5 detectors in this era, London's readings would probably be off the charts.
As a wandering artist, Jack had seen many beautiful landscapes, but he had never seen a starry sky as beautiful as tonight's.
There was nothing he could do. Although he talked big, he was actually just a penniless bum, with no advantages other than a handsome face.
The reason he fled from Europe to America this time, besides harboring a dream of getting rich, was mainly because he owed a lot of romantic debts here. It was said that several British guys he'd cuckolded were preparing to kill him, so Jack had no choice but to leave his homeland and escape.
Those Brits really had no gentlemanly spirit. Back when he was helping people repair appliances in France, even if the man of the house caught him, the worst he'd do was gently remind him to wear insulated gloves. But those Brits, they actually wanted to beat him up.
Appliances often developed minor issues when left unused for a long time. He'd repair them for free, without charging a penny. He was practically a saint! Not only were those guys ungrateful, they even disrespected him; it was truly infuriating.
If he wasn't on a cruise ship, Jack would definitely have tried to get close to that girl. With his experience in appliance repair, those naive, sweet young women from aristocratic families were the easiest to trick.
He had the reputation of a Western European Casanova, and it was all thanks to his silver tongue!
It was just a pity. That girl looked like a First Class passenger, while he was just a Third Class passenger.
The Titanic strictly adhered to the differences in treatment between classes. First Class passengers could go anywhere on the cruise ship, but Third Class passengers weren't even allowed on the second deck.
So, unless that girl was an idiot and came down, there was no way they'd even exchange a word.
"This starry sky is really nice!"
Just as Jack was considering whether he should get up and go below deck to flirt with some Gypsy Girl to pass the long journey, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.
"Hello, I'm Li Qingyuan. What's your name?" Li Qingyuan greeted the slightly stunned protagonist with a smile.
Having sorted out his thoughts in the cabin, he was ready to complete the mission properly, but when he was really about to start, he found that he had no clue at all.
In the original story, the Titanic sank because it hit an iceberg, and according to various scientific data analyses later, if the ship's main structure hadn't been damaged at the time of the collision, the ship might not have sunk.
So, his main tasks now were two.
First, get the ship's construction blueprint and find the structural points of the ship.
Second, see if there were any black market merchants on the ship, and find them to buy explosives with enough power. (The Titanic was a flight from Britain to America at the time, and there were no security checks, so some black market merchants carrying firearms and small-power explosives were absolutely reasonable!)
The ship's construction blueprint was easy to find because it was the Titanic's maiden voyage, so its chief designer, Thomas Andrews, was also on board, and he definitely had the construction blueprint in his hands.
As for explosives, there were definitely black market merchants on the ship, but he didn't know how much stock they had!
However, although he'd clearly analyzed the task, accomplishing those two things wouldn't be easy.
Thomas Andrews, as the chief designer and a top-tier talent renowned throughout Europe, naturally resided in First Class. Even if Li Qingyuan were to stay in Second Class, striking up a conversation with him would be exceptionally difficult.
After all, given his status, even if he were willing to pay for a First Class ticket, they probably wouldn't sell it to him.
And although Black Market merchants were only interested in money and not the person, without an intermediary, searching blindly would be utterly confusing.
So, after pondering for half an afternoon, Li Qingyuan decided to seek out the destined male lead of this story, the scumbag named Jack Dawson.
"Jack Dawson, Li Qingyuan, you're from the Qing Dynasty?" The scumbag Jack jumped up from his chair, showing off his impressive core strength.
The guests in First Class and Second Class could comment on Li Qingyuan's appearance, but as a penniless nobody, Jack didn't have the mood or the confidence to criticize an apparently wealthy Easterner.
Even though Easterners were considered a lower class in Europe at the moment, he was just a wandering artist who relied on swindling women for money to survive. Who had the right to look down on whom?
Besides, it's said that the wealthy among the Orientals are very rich. If he could get some money out of the other person's pocket, perhaps he'd even have the funds to go to America.
"Jack, I think you're a man with a lot of stories!" Li Qingyuan reached out and shook hands with the other person, then began his strategic plan.
According to the plot, in a little while, the female lead, Rose, would come running down from First Class because of some trivial matters, and then run to the stern to prepare to commit suicide.
God only knows what's going on in the mind of that rich, beautiful woman. A person who was born superior like her would actually think of suicide, what are the masses supposed to think?
Of course, the dumber the female lead's mind, the more advantageous it would be for his actions later. If he met someone smart and capable, Li Qingyuan wouldn't be absolutely sure of being able to fool her.
But before he could fool that silly, sweet girl, he needed to deal with the obstacle in front of him.
"Of course, I can say I'm the person with the most stories in all of London. Would you like to hear my stories?" Hearing Li Qingyuan's praise, Jack Dawson immediately perked up.
Normally, he wouldn't bother chatting with men. After all, with that spare time, he could definitely rely on his face to flirt with two innocent young girls or housewives whose husbands were away all year round and whose rooms needed urgent repair.
But considering the Oriental man in front of him seemed to be quite wealthy, Jack decided to reluctantly chat with him for a bit.
"No need, but Jack, I have something I want to ask you about," Li Qingyuan, of course, had nothing to chat about with this scumbag; he just wanted to get rid of him.
"Jack, I'm a businessman, and I want to buy some contraband, but because I'm Oriental, no one will sell to me. Do you know where there's a black market?" As a scumbag, building relationships with others could be said to be Jack's survival rule, so he definitely knew about the black market on the ship.
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