Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 130 He Offers Million Pounds
"Joseph, my old friend, I have to remind you that our Nisheng Group is a modern company. Even if you kill me, my shares will not be in your hands."

He Songling looked at Joseph with a bad face, "Not to mention that I have a teacher who is more powerful than me, even if it's me, you know that the sea can't hold me back."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, you've seen it wrong, it's not the Titanic." Joseph really didn't expect that He Songling, an Oriental, would know about the Titanic. You have to know that when the ship sank, almost everyone on board was killed, and no one knew all the details.

In fact, in the original history, the truth was hidden for a hundred years before it was revealed by Louise Patton, the granddaughter of the then second mate Charles Lightoller, in her own book "Every Day Is Beautiful". At that time, not to mention the Orientals, even the Westerners knew little about the inside story.

But Joseph would never let He Songling die, whether out of friendship or exchange of interests. For a wealthy man like him, prolonging life is what he desires most. In this respect, there is no difference between the rich in the West and the emperor in the East who seeks immortality.

To Joseph, the hundreds of millions of dollars in profits that He Songling could bring certainly tempted him, but what mattered to him most was the possible increase in his lifespan that He Songling and his group of mysterious people could bring.

Joseph pointed to the words on the subpoena and said, "The company that built the Titanic, White Star Line, a brand new Royal Mail liner masterpiece."

"That's even more unlucky."

When watching the movie, He Songling went to search for it out of curiosity. The White Star Line was a pure unlucky company. The three most famous cruise ships it built, the Olympic, collided with the Royal Navy's Hawke cruiser in the first year of its maiden voyage and was later demolished.

The famous Titanic hit an iceberg and sank during its voyage, and their largest cruise ship, the Britannic, was sunk by a German mine during World War I.

In theory, these three ships did not make any mistakes, and there were no problems in their design or production. It was all factors outside of the voyage or extremely unlikely force majeure that led to their tragic end. But the key point is that there were a total of three such huge Olympic-class cruise ships, and all three sank.

What else can I say? It's just bad luck.

Even this company was eventually delisted and acquired, leaving only a historical term.

Now it seems that this company is not only unlucky, but also the operation team is not very smart. The sinking of the Titanic was so spectacular that almost everyone knows about it. You actually use it to promote your brand. Are you afraid that others don’t know that your ship will sink?
"Well..." Joseph said a little embarrassedly, "I know the boss of this company. He heard that the curse on me has been removed, so he warmly invites you to visit him and see if his company is also cursed. I wanted to ask for your opinions in two days, but I didn't expect you to leave so quickly."

"Tsk..." He Songling sucked his teeth and said, "Joseph, we are friends, so I lifted the curse for you. You also know what kind of consequences this thing will bring. It is almost a fight to the death with the person who cast the curse. I have traveled to most of China, and many people are unwilling to help you."

He pointed at the great elder and said, "Later, by chance, I was able to find a master and your family's lives were saved. Now, you want me to risk my life for an unrelated person? That's a bit mean of you. I think our friendship is..."

"He offered ten million pounds."

“More secure!”

He Songling's tone suddenly changed. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Joseph's hands, "Joseph, I have to criticize you. You underestimate our friendship. You are hiding such a small matter. You are just like my brother. Your friends are my friends. How can I not help my friends when they are in trouble? It's just a curse. Leave it to me!"

"Uh……"

The Great Elder and Zhang Zhiwei both looked at He Songling in amazement.

"Leave it to me." The elder secretly complained, turned his head and whispered to Zhang Zhiwei: "Why does this Mr. He look more like a villain than me?" "You'll get used to it." Zhang Zhiwei couldn't bear to watch, and now it was his turn to stand far away and pretend not to know him, "This guy is just like this, he's not much better than you villains."

"Thank you so much, He, my good brother!"

"Brother! No need to say more!"

The two held hands tightly, like a pair of good friends. If He Songling hadn't asked the following question.

"Is ten million pounds in cash?"

"How can he have so much cash? He said he could exchange it with real estate, stocks, etc. If that doesn't work, gold will do." Although it was not the first time, Joseph still seriously suspected that He Songling had no idea about money. From the previous statement that the Nisheng Group was valued at 1 billion to the current request of 10 million pounds in cash, none of these requests were normal.

"No, that won't work. If it's cash, a lump sum, 10 million is enough. But if it's stocks, real estate, gold, etc., then you have to consider depreciation, cash conversion, stock price decline and other issues."

He Songling raised three fingers: "I want 30 million."

"Brother, dear brother, pounds are not something else." Joseph was about to cry. He didn't have a very close relationship with the boss of White Star Line. He agreed to ask for this person purely because he received a favor from him. It was not worth it to bargain for this person.

But what He Songling said is really outrageous.

"It doesn't matter. You tell him my request and we'll meet in England to talk." He Songling's idea was simple. He asked for a high price and paid it back. If both parties could accept it, they would talk. If not, they wouldn't. He was not a professional businessman. He didn't have to do business. As long as he had enough money, it would be fine.

"Hold on. Let's get on board first."

There are no books along the way.

After all, the White Star Line was the leading shipping company in the UK. It couldn't have its ships sink every time. Otherwise, it would have gone bankrupt long ago, and it would not have been able to take the leading position in the shipping industry. Moreover, even if the Titanic story really happened again, these three people could swim to shore by themselves. What Wang Ye could do was not a problem for the three of them.

As soon as the three of them got off the boat, they were warmly greeted by the White Star boss who was waiting there.

"Mr. He, thank you for being willing to lift the curse for me!" Bai Xing's boss had a mustache and was dressed like a standard Chaplin movie. This appearance, which is very normal nowadays, seemed extremely funny in He Songling's eyes.

"Hey, don't talk about it so early. Do you have the money?" He Songling waved his hand to refuse.

"Mr. He, I don't have that much money. If you are willing, White Star Company will be yours!"

(End of this chapter)