Kapitel 364: Going ashore

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

As they waited, everyone resisted the cold. Finally, a ship received a distress signal and came here. They were picked up on another passenger ship, and this was where most people wanted to escape.

Wesley had changed his identity. Although his name had not changed in the slightest, his body had been replaced by that of an eighteen-year-old. Apple had sorted out the man's memories and arranged a good cover for Wesley's future actions.

With knowledge, one could create inventions, especially in this era, where inventions were endless and as simple as eating and drinking. Wesley wanted to accumulate a huge amount of wealth and technology, if this was not Marvel Universe.

The passenger ship that had rescued them arrived in New York, USA. Wesley was once again on solid ground. This journey would be unforgettable for the rest of his life, but now everything was about going home, and what he wanted in the end was to go home. The family identity of this body was not bad either. It owned a shipyard, but he had gone to England to study after falling out with his family. He had studied shipbuilding.

However, because of his conflict with his family, he only sat in the third-class cabin. His parents had just died and he had typhoid fever. In this era, this disease was quite dangerous, and Wesley came to the house according to his memory.

New York in 1912 did not look like a future world at all. From 1900 to 2000, a full hundred years and a world, world fame had changed by leaps and bounds. The changes were amazing. The power of technology had been maximized. The past hundred years had been quite exciting. Wesley was now standing in the beginning position. He could experience this period almost completely.

However, the most important thing now was to return home. In his memory, there were only his parents at home, and the shipyard was not very big. It was a medium-sized shipyard that produced some cargo ships and was considered a small asset. After all, many things were bought and installed, and the real profit was not much. There were only four docks, and they were not very big. There were about 300 workers and the cargo ships produced were not big.

The house at home was not a villa, but an apartment that had risen in recent years, located on Fifth Avenue in New York.

"We are really fated with Manhattan, aren't we?" Wesley sighed and got out of the carriage, which was hired at the pier.

Standing downstairs to greet him was the deputy manager of the shipyard, who was also a partner. "Wesley, you're finally back," the deputy manager said with a sad face.

"How did they die at the same time?" Wesley had been an agent for a long time and was skeptical about some things.

"Your father worked in the shipyard for a month in order to build the ship. In the end, he caught typhoid and had to go home to treat his illness. Your mother was infected because she was taking care of her."

"Where are they now?"

"It's already buried. After all, you know about this disease. Although the weather is still cool, we don't dare to take the risk. Let's go home first. You've suffered this time. Fortunately, you're okay." The news of the Titanic has already spread. It's hard to be shocked by the sea, and the White Star Company is now in a mess.

After Wesley entered the apartment, there was something familiar about it. He frowned for a moment. It was a reaction from his body, which made Wesley a little depressed. His body was not yet fully in control. Normally there was no problem, but fighting was very difficult.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the assistant manager and Wesley began to talk about some things. "This is the proof that your father stored something in the bank. This is the proof of his shares in the shipyard. This is the proof of the property…" A pile of proofs was placed in front of Wesley. Wesley glanced at it. It was similar to what he remembered. It was too specific to be clear. After all, this body used to be mainly for studying.

"What are your plans for coming back this time?" the deputy manager asked. The deputy manager's name is John Lister, and he and Wesley's body's father have been friends for many years. The two of them founded the shipyard together, but on a smaller scale, and they are considered middle class, with poor resistance to risk. An economic crisis could close their shipyard.

Wesley thought for a moment. Shipbuilding was all very profitable, and he did not lack technology. What he lacked now was funds. Although he had gotten a lot of pounds and jewelry from the shipwreck, the pounds could be used, but not the jewelry. These things could not be exposed at the moment. After all, Titanic had just fallen silent, and a lot of money had survived. They could easily recognize his things.

"Are there many orders at the shipyard now?" Wesley asked.

"It's okay. We only have four dockyards, all five thousand tons. It's medium-sized. There are more than three hundred workers. A lot of things are ordered from outside and installed, so the profit is not much. We lack technology," John Rister said.

"Understood, let's finish this order first. I have to do something first, then the shipyard needs to be upgraded. The current shipyard is too small."

"Do you want to invest more? The cost of the expansion is not low. Your father and I are going to wait a few years before we take action," John Lister said.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I will take out real money and start to expand directly. In addition, if you don't want to dilute the shares, you can directly sell all the shares to me. Then, of course, I will expand a lot of business as the general manager of the shipyard, so I need someone I trust to manage the shipyard."

John Lester looked at Wesley in surprise and said, "You've changed a lot in the three years you've been gone. Let's talk about it then. Take a break today, and then I'll show you your parents' cemetery tomorrow."

"No, let's go now, but I don't have any clothes that fit. Is this okay?"

"No problem. Just take a look first in the future. You can visit them often yourself in the future."

American worship was nothing more than holding flowers. It saved time and effort. Wesley did not feel any sadness, but after all, he had taken over the body of her son, so he also bought a bouquet of flowers and placed them under the tombstone.

It was evening when he returned home again. After having dinner with John Lister, he said goodbye. Wesley was alone in the house, sorting things out.

As he organized his things, he said, "The body is a little out of sync. Apple will modify the body as soon as possible. These documents will be signed by the law firm tomorrow. Please sort them out." Wesley went through the documents, and then Apple was in charge of sorting them out before informing Wesley.

Wesley was going to be involved in a lot of industries. Now, he was not going to make money, but to accumulate capital. In the future, he would have to occupy a part of the high-tech field, so that he could concentrate on studying the problem of transmigration. He was going to find a way home. At the same time, in order to confirm whether this place belonged to Marvel Universe, he had to enter the military. He still had to think about meeting the Ancient One. If the Ancient One existed, he would not know him. Moreover, the Ancient One was very strong. Wesley was not a match for him without the space gem.

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