Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 239 Our People Are in Vienna ([-]rd update, please subscribe)
Of course, Boss Zhu is still stingy.

Especially those with small minds, such people are the easiest to hold grudges, and the most discussed thing is being rejected!

In fact, before the task of developing torpedoes "Special Product No. 13" was handed over to the Tenth Research Laboratory, he had tried to hire Robert Whitehead.But that guy would have already achieved fame. He is the branch manager of a British company in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He has been doing business with the Austro-Hungarian Navy all year round. Even the idea of ​​manufacturing torpedoes came about when he cooperated with the Austro-Hungarian Navy. .The guy with a thousand pounds this month is a proper upper class, and he refused to accept the employment of the American company without even thinking about it.

Once upon a time, Robert Whitehead was Zhu Xianhai's backup plan - if "Special Product No. 13" failed, Nanhua Company would import the torpedo designed by that guy in a few years, and then concentrate human and financial resources to improve it.

But now that Nanhua already has corresponding products, then...

"Deal with it?"

Qian Zizhuang looked at the file and frowned slightly. This was the first time he had received such a task.

"Yes!"

Zhu Xianhai nodded and said.

"You guys have to do some research. Is there any way, I mean the simplest one, which can solve some troubles quietly. Well, you can understand it as a technical operation."

What is a technical operation, to put it bluntly, is to let some troubles leave the world quietly forever through technical means.

As for how to leave.

Then it depends on whether the investigation department has the ability.

The investigation department doesn't have it, but doctors do. Doctors can kill people, but they can also save them. In many cases, killing people is easier than saving them!
In Vienna in January 1866, there were snowflakes in the air. Most of the pedestrians on the road were wearing black woolen coats and top hats. Even so, many passers-by were holding umbrellas.There are only a few people who don't hold an umbrella and just let the snowflakes fall on them.

Schlitz stood on the side of the road with his collar turned up like this. His attire looked like a very ordinary citizen, he might even be unemployed. The occasional policemen who passed by didn't even look at him. Vienna a lot.

Not to mention him, there are more homeless people, and decades later, there will be a homeless art student who failed the exam.

Standing on the side of the road, Schlitz quietly looked at the British people entering and leaving the building. These people seemed to be dressed differently from the Viennese, but they were generally tall and tall, and they looked tall. They walked and talked to each other ,in English.

Schlitz couldn't understand what they said, and he didn't care what they said. He was just looking for the target, and soon the target appeared in his sight. That person was talking to his colleagues as well. From the expression Look, he seems pretty happy, maybe landed an order with the Navy, who knows?For businessmen, the easiest reason to get them is money.

After confirming the target, Schlitz did not continue to follow, but prepared for the next action.As Schlitz left, Robert Whitehead looked across the street where he had previously felt someone was watching him.

But there was no one on the other side.

In snowy weather, there are few pedestrians on the road.This is even more so at night, because the temperature is very low. After hiring into the restaurant, like all coachmen, after Hank parked the carriage and tied the horses, he went to the small restaurant prepared by the hotel for the coachman. They all dined there.

On such a cold day, when Hanke arrived at the small restaurant, he had to drink two glasses of course. There was no drunk driving in Europe in 1866. Even for the drivers, getting drunk was the most common thing. At that time, he didn't know that someone had arrived at the carriage shed, and he was busy working beside the carriage under the dim light. In fact, he didn't do anything, but slightly adjusted the window of the charcoal stove in the back seat of the carriage carriage, that is, opened the ventilation hole. It was sealed with ice and snow, and the charcoal in the charcoal stove was replaced.

It doesn't seem like that's a big deal.

A few hours later, after saying goodbye to the officers of the Admiralty, Robert Whitehead, who was already drunk, got into the carriage. As usual, the coachman put the charcoal stove under the rear seat early and passed through the iron window. The radiated heat makes the whole cabin hot.

Feeling quite comfortable, Robert Whitehead squinted his eyes directly. Today is a good day.

"Everything is going well, as long as you get this order, you can get at least a few thousand pounds in commission,"

As a manager, Robert Whitehead's income is not just salary. For him, the commission of each transaction is the most important income. Of course, as an ambitious businessman, he has been conducting another study recently.

"The key is depth. How to control its depth and keep it sailing at a fixed depth is the most important thing..."

Talking to himself, Robert Whitehead felt a little tired, and slowly fell asleep, everything was so quiet.

More than an hour later, when Hankla opened the door, along with the blowing heat wave, he also smelled a strange smell, which was a strong smell of charcoal.

"Sir, sir..."

Looking at the sleeping Robert Whitehead, Hank suddenly felt ominous in his heart.

"Sir, come on, come on, help me, help me..."

At his shout, Schlitz ran over like an ordinary enthusiastic passer-by.

"What's wrong? Do you need any help?"

"I don't know either. Mr. Robert Whitehead may have been poisoned with charcoal. Can you help me lift him down?"

When dragging Robert Whitehead out of the carriage, Schlitz felt for his pulse on purpose, and he was completely out of breath!

It worked!
Schlitz laughed secretly in his heart.

Soon, Mrs. Whitehead came, and the police arrived on the scene.

As if everything was taken for granted, the police made their judgment after inspecting the compartment and finding the vents of the charcoal stove blocked by ice and snow.

"Ma'am, it was an accident. Mr. Robert Whitehead was poisoned by charcoal. In winter, this is normal. It is so cold that no one knows when the snow will block the vent."

This is an accident!
This is enough. In fact, Robert Whitehead was a very ordinary person in Vienna. No one would think that there was anything strange about his death. A few days later, Mrs. Whitehead brought Robert Whitehead De's coffin left Vienna and returned to England...

(End of this chapter)