All Heavens Film and Television: Starting from Caring for the Widow of a Comrade-in-arms

"Ma'am, do you know why those people call you an upstart?"

Mrs. Brown was taken aback, "Why?"

"Because you are generous enough."

Russell took the banknotes and said, "It is a reasonable price to give the two policemen just now $5, and they will help us deal with the trouble because they have special identities.

So they can share 2 dollars each, and the remaining 1 dollar is for colleagues to drink or have breakfast.

But if you are at an aristocratic party, tip the waiter $1.Then you will be despised by nobles, because you disturb the market!

You pay $10 for something that can be done for 1 cents.Where do you let those downcast and self-proclaimed nobles face? "

Mrs. Brown nodded slightly. She actually felt that what Russell said made sense.

"Are you really an explorer?"

"Yes, without a doubt."

In the Titanic movie, Molly Brown is one of the few survivors.

The reason why she won the praise of "The Unsinkable Mrs. Brown" is not how good she was in the shipwreck, but after she returned to the United States, she served as the chairman of the Titanic Survivors Committee and actively raised funds. Funding goes to [-]nd and [-]rd class survivors to help them get through the toughest of times.

And what about the proud nobles who survived?They didn't do any shit.

When escaping, because they were greedy for life and afraid of death, they hurriedly urged the crew to go down before the lifeboat was full. I don't know how many people were killed!

Therefore, Russell has great respect for Mrs. Brown, and the use of force is only to improve efficiency, because force is sometimes the easiest way to pass the level.

He chatted with Mrs. Brown for a while, and gradually dispelled her vigilance, completely believing that Russell was in a hurry to go to the United States, and because he had no money, he had to do this kind of thing.

With Mrs. Brown's kindness, Russell didn't need to explain too much, she convinced herself.

The three female attendants also relaxed, but when they looked at Russell, they were still a little scared.

Not long after, a small boat appeared on the surface of the sea. There were two people on board. They were wearing the crew uniforms of the White Star Line.

Mrs. Brown spoke briefly with the crew, who then let them board the boat and tow the boat with its luggage on a rope.

The boat sailed slowly towards the Titanic.

The closer the distance, the more I felt that it was a pity that she sank in the Atlantic Ocean.

When Russell was looking at the huge hull, he saw a person standing by the railing on the bow deck.

She recognized her identity at a glance.

Ruth DeWitt Bukater!

The heroine of the poignant love story on the Titanic!

Chapter 70 Boarding the ship, it is you who should get out of the way

She is an intellectual woman from the fallen aristocracy of England, with a passion for art and paintings, and extraordinary taste.

Growing up in rich clothes and fine food since childhood, he has not suffered many setbacks. He yearns for freedom in his heart and does not want to be restrained by others.

Due to the death of her father, the family fell into poverty. Apart from huge debts and noble status, her father left nothing to her and her mother. The title of noble is the only thing to rely on!

So my mother felt that finding a good family for her would not only solve the financial difficulties, but also make her life carefree in the future.

Carl is a rich second generation from the steel family in Philadelphia. He is also the fiancé chosen by her mother. She thinks they are a match made in heaven, a natural pair.

In fact, Ruth knew that her mother only regarded her as a commodity for sale, and it happened that Karl saw her very good-looking, so he paid a high price to get her.

Her mother turned a blind eye to her repressed heart. In order to maintain the high-end life of the aristocrat, her mother kept brainwashing and oppressing her, forcing her to marry the arrogant and arrogant Karl.

Ruth longs to be loved and understood, but no one in her environment really cares about her.

My mother is only intoxicated with the enjoyment of interacting with the upper class, her main hobby is having afternoon tea and gossip with the nobles, and she looks down on the lower classes.

Just like that, even in the dark and at a distance, Russell recognized her at a glance.

Just because her face was covered with numbness.

The ship moved forward slowly, getting closer and closer to the Titanic, and his sight was blocked by the heavy and huge hull.

Not long after, the boat docked next to her, and Mrs. Brown got up first, followed by Russell, and boarded the Titanic through the side door.

Entering the ship, you will be greeted with a luxurious scene of magnificence and carved beams and paintings.

I have to admit that she is very luxurious. The cost of the Titanic is as high as 150 million pounds, which is equivalent to 1.05 million pounds today, equivalent to nearly 10 billion yuan.

Even the price of the most common third-class cabin is 8 pounds, 40 US dollars, which is equivalent to two months' wages of ordinary people.

The price of the second class is 60 US dollars, the ordinary first class is 150 US dollars, and the deluxe first class is 4350 US dollars!

Most of the passengers are rich, nobles and celebrities who often travel between Europe and the United States, such as Benjamin Guggenheim, the owner of Macy's department store in New York and Mrs. Strauss, Philadelphia tram industry spoiler Weidner and his son, etc.

There are also a few rich people who bought tickets, but did not board the ship due to some coincidence, such as JP Morgan, the founder of the world's top investment bank Morgan...

The first-class cabin is luxuriously decorated, and most bedrooms have private decks for walking and watching the sea.

In addition, gyms, squash courts, cafes, and restaurants are all standard.

There's even a dedicated lounge for pets...

The nobles wantonly enjoy the extravagant life, while the poor at the bottom can only live in hardship, and the disparity in treatment is obvious.

Mrs. Brown's cabin is an ordinary deluxe cabin, and the three female attendants are second-class cabins.

"Mr. Walker, originally there were only vacancies in the third-class cabin, but passengers in the second-class cabin will disembark in Queenston, Ireland tomorrow. I will go through the upgrade procedures for you at that time. Please feel sorry for one night."

Russell turned his head and smiled, "Ma'am, don't bother."

"No, there are many people in the third-class cabin. I'm afraid I'll disturb your rest. Then you won't be able to provide me with security services, can you?"

Russell was taken aback. He didn't expect Mrs. Brown to be so thoughtful. It seemed that he had regarded him as a professional security consultant, not a malicious gangster who held her hostage.

"Madam, you are very thoughtful, thank you."

"You're welcome, according to your age... Uh, I think you didn't bring any luggage, so you probably didn't have a change of clothes. I just happened to bring some men's clothes, if you don't mind..."

"Don't dislike it, madam. Did you prepare the clothes for your son?"

Mrs. Brown nodded: "Yes, but they are all new clothes, he has not worn them."

"Is it your plan to give him a gift? Since that's the case, can I give him two more handmade suits when we arrive in New York?"

Mrs. Brown said with a smile: "Mr. Walker, your personality is really free and easy. It's a pleasure chatting with you."

She was born in 1867 and will be 45 years old in a few months. Due to traveling around the world these years, she has neglected to take care of her children...

I happened to meet Russell, who was about the same age as her child, and seeing his miserable fate, I couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

As for the matter at the pier, she no longer cared about it.

When sending Mrs. Brown to the elevator, Russell ran into two ladies, one of whom was Ruth's mother, Fisher. Judging from her appearance, she could be seen as a bitter and mean person who hated the poor and loved the rich.

There was no time to talk to her at the moment, and under the leadership of the crew, Russell and Mrs. Brown came to the ordinary first-class cabin.

The valet carried the luggage inside, and Mrs. Brown handed him thirty cents from her handbag.

After he left, Mrs. Brown looked at Russell and asked, "Mr. Walker, did I do the right thing just now?"

"Yes, tip the waiter no more than 50 cents, although on the Titanic, but you have to know that the aristocrats are all empty junk, and they don't have a piggy bank in their stomachs."

Mrs. Brown was amused and flung back and forth.

Afterwards, she rummaged through her luggage and took out the clothes and handed them to Russell, a set of handmade suits made of top-quality fabrics.

"Mr. Walker, the boat is safe. Don't worry about me. Go and rest. I will upgrade you tomorrow so that you can sleep well."

"Yes, Ms. Molly."

Mrs. Brown was startled when she heard this.

Although she always introduced herself as Molly Brown, she was never really called Molly, but Mrs. Brown.

Even when she died, her husband didn't call her Molly, but had a nickname for her.

Now, hearing someone call her Molly made her a little excited and a little overwhelmed.

Before she could react, Russell had already left with his suit.

He walked through the resplendent and resplendent corridors, and met many nobles and celebrities on the way. These people looked at him with puzzled eyes, wondering why people dressed in cowboys came to the first class and carried high-end handmade suits.

Russell didn't have time to conflict with them, because there were only three days left before the sinking of the Titanic. On the premise that it was impossible to change history, he had to find a way to survive, complete his goals, and earn enough money!

He walked quickly to the stairwell, just as he was about to go downstairs to the third-class cabin.

I met two gentlemen in suits and bow ties.

It was Carl and his butler Spicer.

"Is she in the room?"

"Yes."

"I've done so much for her, she's just not satisfied, she smoked in public at the dinner, how decent! It's not like a noble girl."

Suddenly, the two stopped and looked up, only to see a man wearing a black windbreaker and cowhide boots standing there, staring at them condescendingly.

Carl frowned and turned to Spicer.

"Please get out of the way."

Spicer said harshly.

Russell stared indifferently and shook his head: "It is you who should get out of the way."

Chapter 71 You Shouldn't Left Foot First, Carl

Immediately, Carl's body froze. He had been frustrated by Ruth during dinner, and he was so full of evil fire that he had nowhere to vent, and now he just had a punching bag delivered to his door!

The butler next to him, Spicer's eyes were cold, and he turned to look at Carl, waiting for his order.

"Damn! This is not a place for poor people like you to come to. You should go back to the third class and stay with those shit-eating garbage!"

Fortunately, the stairs are narrow, not the main stairs leading to all places, otherwise there must be people stopping to watch.

But it was also in line with Luo Su's wishes. If there were too many people, it would be difficult to make a move.

He raised his arm and threw it in Carl's face.

A crisp sound echoed in the stairwell.

Seeing this, Spicer stepped forward quickly, and when he was about to reach out to grab his neck, Russell kicked on his chest, and then he rolled down the stairs.

Russell tilted his head and stared at Carl. Seeing him covering his face in a daze, he raised his hand to grab his hair and pulled it aside, and Carl gave way to a passage.

"Whether you are a rich man or an aristocrat, remember to keep your mouth clean, otherwise I can act as a plastic surgeon, understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Spicer, who was sitting slumped on the ground from the corner of his eye. He was reaching under his armpit and pulling out a silver and white carved nickel-plated premium edition Colt m1911.

Russell immediately squatted down, pulled out the Beretta m1934, and pointed the gun at Carl's head instantly.

"Old man put the gun down or your boss will get shot in the head."

Carl was stunned, he raised his hands in astonishment, and said, "Don't, don't shoot..."

Spicer stood up from the floor without putting down his pistol, just frowned at Russell and his pistol.

"I've never seen your gun before."

Russell laughed: "I told you to put the gun down, did you hear me? Old stuff."

Carl yelled anxiously, "Spicer..."

"Okay, I put down the gun, please don't hurt Mr. Carl."

After he finished speaking, he slowly bent down and put down the gun, just when the gun body touched the floor and made a 'clang' sound.Suddenly, Russell jumped down from the stairs, raised his knees in the air and threw himself.

Seeing his movement, Spicer quickly raised the gun, but was pressed against his chest with a knee, and leaned heavily against the wall, making a muffled bang.

Then Russell locked his gun arm with one arm and made a downward movement, and the m1911 in his hand fell to the floor.

Russell didn't talk nonsense, and punched Spicer in the face twice, making him pass out.

Turning around and taking a look at Carl with dull eyes, he picked up the Colt m1911 that fell on the floor and looked it over carefully.

Finely carved, nickel-plated pearl white, it's a beautiful gun, he wants it.

[Colt m1911 premium version pistol, can be stored in the sky space (two slots are full)]