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Chapter 265 Jack Morgan (5K Transitional Chapter)
At 6 p.m., Larry finally met Logan at the hotel.

The kid looked completely distraught. As soon as he saw Larry, he blurted out, "Anna's going to die! She's been in a coma with a high fever for a long time!"

Larry frowned, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him to sit down. "Hey, bro, what's gotten into you all of a sudden? You don't even know what she does..."

Logan's eyes were somewhat vacant. Hearing Larry's words, he slowly turned his head, paused, and then said, "I don't know what she does, but she once exchanged a lot of gold coins at Morgan Trust Bank, so she must be a wealthy foreigner!"

"Is he a foreigner?" Larry asked again to confirm.

“Yes, he said he was French,” Logan continued, as if remembering something. “She withdrew $1 worth of gold coins from the bank last time!”

So much gold coins... what are they for?
Larry's gaze suddenly deepened, and he turned to Logan, saying solemnly, "My brother, you should know a very basic fact... she was shot."

"So what?" Logan's eyes remained vacant as he stared blankly at Larry.

“So she’s definitely not an ordinary person! You need to be careful not to let a woman bewitch you.” Larry stared at him, then continued, “Isn’t Mr. Dunbar taking care of her? Her fever will go down. Just focus on helping him recover, don’t be so distraught.”

Larry's tone was stern, his words carrying a warning, but Logan seemed distracted, as if he hadn't grasped Larry's underlying message.

“But… but he’s been unconscious for a whole day and night!” Logan said again.

Larry hesitated for a moment, thinking that since there were no antibiotics available, gunshot wounds were indeed very difficult to treat.

"Has Mr. Dunbar already performed a wound disinfection procedure on him?"

“Yes, Mr. Dunbar rinsed the wound with plenty of whiskey and carefully cleaned away the necrotic muscle tissue attached to the gunshot wound. Mr. Dunbar said that she had been in the water for a long time after being shot, which made her very vulnerable to infection…” Logan’s face showed anxiety.

Larry thought about it carefully, then instructed, "There's no other way. First, you need to keep her body temperature down... Wipe her body repeatedly with warm water, and give her plenty of electrolytes, like warm saline solution. Make sure she drinks some."

While the two were discussing it, Matthew returned.

He glanced at Logan as he entered before speaking to Larry, "I've found out! There's a possible shooting recorded by the police in the last couple of days. There was an assassin who was wounded by Rhodes' bodyguard while attempting to assassinate him!"

Then, Matthew looked at Logan and continued, "The police said the assassin escaped by jumping into the water!"

After listening, Larry looked sharply at Logan.

Logan looked incredulous. "How could she be an assassin? I think it's just a coincidence..."

"Was it the right shoulder? The police report says the assassin was shot in the right shoulder," Matthew asked, raising his eyebrows.

“...Yes.” Logan remained silent.

"Who sent the message? Was it that..." Larry interrupted their conversation.

Before he could finish speaking, Matthew nodded and said, "Yes, it's your other security consultant. The information he provides should be very reliable."

Larry nodded and patted Logan on the shoulder, partly as a consolation and partly as a warning.

Larry then repeated what he had told Matthew that afternoon to Logan.

Logan nodded helplessly. He asked Larry for specific methods to reduce the fever, then stood up to say goodbye and go back to take care of the "female assassin."

Just as they were about to leave, Logan suddenly turned around and asked, "Who did you mess with last time? Why... such a big commotion?"

Logan was unaware of the attack Larry and his group had encountered. It was Mr. Dunbar who informed him.

Larry gave him a brief account of the complicated attack.

When Logan heard that the suspect might be Jay Gould, he suddenly perked up, sat back down next to Larry, and hurriedly told Larry about how Jay Gould had sent someone to the bank that day to collect $50 worth of gold coins.

“Moreover, all of this was personally approved by Mr. Coster… which means that Mr. Coster must have known about this!” Logan concluded.

Larry's face turned serious, because this wasn't the first time he knew Mr. Coster was connected to Jay Gould. He'd witnessed it firsthand at the steakhouse.

Just then, the hotel receptionist called.

"Mr. Livingston! A gentleman named Coster wishes to visit you. Do you know him?"

Koster? What's he doing here?

Larry hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Please let him up! I'll go get him right away."

After hanging up the phone, Larry turned to Logan and Matthew and said, "Mr. Coster actually came in person!"

Logan was startled and quickly stood up, saying, "Does he know I didn't go to work at the bank all day...?"

Matthew shook his head and smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you don't have that much influence. This Coster is definitely here to see Larry."

"Then I'd better get out of here quickly! Don't tell him I've been here." With that, Logan rushed out of the room and hurried down the stairs to go home.

Larry was somewhat puzzled, but this was not the time to think about it, so he led Matthew to the elevator entrance to wait for Mr. Coster.

Soon, the elevator doors opened, and Larry immediately spotted Mr. Coster inside.

"Long time no see! Mr. Coster, why are you here so late? You should have sent a message, and I would have come directly to your office." Larry's face was full of smiles.

Mr. Coster's expression was serious. He glanced coldly at Larry, who was guarding the corridor, and said nothing. Instead, he gently patted Larry's shoulder with two fingers, signaling the two of them to go to Larry's room together.
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The two walked side by side in silence toward the room.

Matthew deliberately slowed his pace, knowing he shouldn't follow too closely; they must have something private to discuss.

Sure enough, as soon as the two entered the room, Mr. Coster closed the door from the inside.

Matthew pursed his lips, leaned against the wall of the corridor, and could only stand guard at the door.

Soon, Matthew heard Mr. Coster arguing fiercely through the crack in the door, as if he were accusing Larry of something.

Larry's reaction was remarkably calm. Matthew could barely hear Larry arguing from outside the door. Sometimes, during the pauses in Koster's speech, Larry would quietly say something, which would always be followed by a long silence from the other party.

After a while, the two voices in the room returned to calm, and Mr. Coster seemed to have been persuaded by Larry.

Matthew, who was standing guard in the corridor, raised his eyebrows and grinned, thinking to himself, "Larry is really something! No matter who it is or what kind of terrible situation it is, this guy can quickly take control of the situation."

Just then, the elevator doors opened again.

A person got out of the elevator and hurried over here.

Matthew turned his head and looked in this direction, only to see Mr. Eastman from Kodak.

“Good evening, Mr. Browning!” Eastman greeted Matthew by raising his hat.

After returning the greeting with a smile, Matthew asked, "Are you here to see Larry?"

“Yes, I have something to ask Mr. Livingston!” Eastman replied.

"Well, please wait a moment, he's talking to someone from the bank about something." "Which bank?" Eastman's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.

Matthew frowned slightly upon hearing the question. However, considering that Larry had been dealing with Mr. Coster for quite some time and wasn't afraid of others finding out,

So he replied, "He is a senior partner at Morgan Trust Bank... Of course, I don't know the specifics."

Upon hearing this news, Eastman smiled with relief. "Oh, that's wonderful! Mr. Livingston must be consulting with the bankers about how to raise funds... To be honest, that's what I came here tonight!"

Matthew smiled but didn't say anything. He thought Eastman, like Logan, was overthinking things.

Judging from Koster's unapproachable demeanor just now, he definitely has something to discuss with Larry. But it's highly unlikely that it's about Eastman.

Regardless, now wasn't the time to go in. Matthew could only call Eastman to stand with him among the tables and chairs in the corridor, waiting for Larry and the others to finish their discussion.

The wait was a bit boring, so Matthew took out two cigars from his pocket and handed one to Eastman.

Before the cigar could even be lit, the elevator on the fourth floor dinged again. A young man wearing a suit personally tailored by a tailor stepped out of the elevator, followed by two burly men who looked like formidable figures and appeared to be his bodyguards.

The young man walked along, glancing at the room numbers above the doors. Finally, he stopped in front of Matthew and Mr. Eastman.

"Hello! Does Mr. Larry Livingston live here?" the young man asked politely.

Matthew looked him up and down and replied, "You're right, but he's in a meeting right now. Could you wait a moment?"

The young man smiled and nodded, taking a small step back. But then he said to Matthew, "Isn't it Mr. Coster who's meeting with Mr. Livingston? Actually, I'm here to supplement Mr. Coster's visit. Could you please go inside and announce his arrival?"

Matthew hadn't expected him to say that; he hadn't even expected the young man to claim he was there to supplement Koster.

He took another careful look at the young man in front of him, who was clearly very wealthy.

After a couple of seconds, Matthew smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright, could you please tell me your name? I'll go in and pass on the message to Larry and Mr. Coster."

The young man smiled, his confidence tinged with a hint of arrogance, and said, “Sure! My name is Jack Morgan. I have an important request to make to Mr. Livingston. And this request doesn’t need to be made without the knowledge of Coster.”

Matthew nodded, walked to the door, and began to knock.

After two knocks, neither too fast nor too slow, Larry's voice came from the room behind the door, "Come in!"

Larry's voice was very calm, not like he had just had an argument with someone.

Matthew pushed open the door and entered the room, then turned and closed it behind him. He then glanced repeatedly at the two people in the suite. He noticed that Mr. Coster, who had just been looking grumpy and aggressive, was now leaning back in his armchair.

Although he remained silent, his face showed a relaxed expression.

Larry must have convinced him!

Matthew understood his brother's abilities very well, which was truly admirable.

Of course, Matthew still "plays a role" in front of outsiders.

He had great respect for Larry, so he stood up, straightened his posture, and said to Larry, "Mr. Livingston, you have another visitor. He says his name is Jack Morgan, and he's here to supplement Mr. Coster's instructions..."

Larry's face immediately turned serious, and he turned to look at Koster, who was also looking at him with a puzzled expression.

The two looked at each other, their eyes conveying a thousand unspoken words.

"Who is he? How come he also has the surname Morgan?" Larry asked first.

“Jack Morgan is Mr. Morgan’s only son, and he was groomed by Mr. Morgan to be his important successor… So why is he here with you today?” Koster rubbed his chin, his face full of surprise.

Larry frowned and shrugged. "How was I supposed to know... that he's Mr. Morgan's only son... Well, this is going to be interesting."

Mr. Coster met Larry's gaze and waved his hand. "Don't look at me, I don't know what happened either! Mr. Morgan personally ordered me to come and talk to you. Or maybe he came here for the same reason... Yes, I think that's more likely!"

Larry pondered for a few seconds, then said to Koster, "Wait here for me, I'll go meet him myself."

As they were talking, Larry and Matthew arrived at the suite door. Just as they were about to say something, they were surprised to find Jack Morgan and Eastman having a lively conversation in the hallway.

The two seemed to be old friends reunited, and were having an intense discussion.

Jack was holding a small Kodak camera in his hand, his face full of excitement.

Larry recognized him immediately as the young man who had been hostile towards him when he last visited Mr. Morgan. He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Jack Morgan?"

“It’s me! But please wait a moment. Oh, I’m so excited, I just met my idol—Mr. Eastman of Kodak.” Jack Morgan gave Larry an apologetic smile.

Turning to George Eastman, he continued, "...So, you mean that the human eye can't perceive film at more than 24 frames per second, so if you play those 24 frames quickly, you can see smooth motion traces in the figures..."

Larry turned to look at Eastman and saw a light in the latter's eyes. He knew Eastman quite well at this moment, and it seemed that Eastman had realized the young man's importance.

"Mr. Morgan, that's an excellent question. But the key to solving the problem isn't speed, but standardization and predictability. You see, it's this little film canister that makes it possible to take hundreds of full-size negatives continuously and reliably. Without this continuous and standardized medium, the Lumière brothers' Cinemagraph wouldn't have worked reliably. This isn't just a technological improvement; it's creating the foundation for a product that can be mass-produced."

"So, your film is the 'railway' of this new art? It dictates the trajectory and capacity of the trains," Jack Morgan asked.

George Eastman clapped his hands dramatically before laughing and concluding,
"A brilliant metaphor! Exactly. Moreover, this 'railway' is constantly being extended and reinforced. We are working to increase the light sensitivity of the film, which means that in the future, we will be able to capture clearer moving images even in more complex lighting conditions. This is not just about recording reality, but also about creating reality. Imagine that in the future, people will not only be able to use it to record trains entering stations, but also to tell a complete story, just like a novel, but with a vivid visual impact that a novel cannot achieve."

Jack Morgan nodded, continuing to admire the small machine as he spoke, "...This is yet another major invention by Mr. Edison! I've heard that the French were the first to discover the secret of continuous playback. I think, if I could, I'd like to explore this amazing world too!"

Larry raised an eyebrow, smiled, and took another half step forward. "Excuse me, are you discussing a movie? I'm also very interested in that."

Jack Morgan looked at Larry, a mixture of surprise and doubt on his face. "You like this too... What did you just name him?"

"Movies! They're just projecting film onto a screen so that more people can watch them... I love Edison's inventions," Larry replied earnestly.

“Movies…” Jack Morgan murmured the word, then turned to look at Larry.

Finally, his curiosity overcame his hostility toward Larry, and he turned to Larry, asking earnestly, "What do you think of this... oh, as Mr. Eastman said, this 'particularly wasteful of film' activity? How much impact will it have?"

Larry laughed, thinking to himself that this was his specialty—showing off—so he deliberately paused for a moment before concluding,
"Perhaps the most profound impact lies in the fact that photography once froze time in an instant! Film, on the other hand, will be able to compress, stretch, and even reconstruct time itself. This will no longer be simple entertainment; it will be a completely new language, a power that can transcend national borders and directly affect human emotions."

Whoever masters the ability to create the most basic materials for this "visual language" is likely to stand at the forefront of the new era.

After Larry finished speaking, not only Jack Morgan, but even George Eastman turned to look at Larry, their faces filled with shock!
Audiovisual language?! Reconstructing time?!
This is... this is too exaggerated... but if you follow Larry's line of thinking, that's really how it is!

Jack Morgan looked at Larry with a relieved smile. "This is amazing! Oh my god, I think this is what I should be doing. It's driving me crazy to be learning how to greet people and deal with money in the bank every day."

As he spoke, he looked at the new camera he was holding and imagined what it would be like when the camera could take continuous "photos".

After thinking for a moment, Jack looked up at Larry again, a smile on his face. "My father asked me to convey his approval of your plan. I'm sorry, he only received that letter after Mr. Coster left... I saw your letter, the plan is very effective, and he will implement it according to your plan."

　Please read tomorrow's update together. I'm posting this now because of a company team-building event tonight, and we drank a lot. I'll revise it later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)