Rebirth 1912 starts with people on the Titanic

Chapter 3 Jack and Shredded Meat?

Bruce looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

I saw that it was the short-haired blond young man who had just bumped into himself on the deck of the second-class cabin.

At this moment, the short-haired blond youth was looking at the woman he was holding with him with a sunny smile on his face.

Bruce always had a very absurd and inexplicable familiar feeling in his heart.

Handsome young man with short blond hair;

Graceful and beautiful European woman;

Bruce couldn't help but look at the blonde young man a few more times, and his eyes suddenly protruded.

This kid looks carefully, and he really has a little bit of a little plum's shadow.

Now that this one has appeared, the European beauty he is holding in his hand ......

Bruce couldn't help but hang his head to look at the woman.

At this glance, Bruce almost got blood rushing up, and his nose spurted blood.

From his point of view, he looked at the woman, who was also struggling to look up at Bruce and them.

It's just that the neckline of the court skirt favored by European ladies is too low, and Bruce looks down at it, and the scenery of the woman's chest is unobstructed in front of Bruce's eyes.

Fortunately, the woman was so frightened at the moment that she didn't notice Bruce's gaze shooting where he shouldn't be looking.

Bruce quickly withdrew his gaze.

But the heart is full of weirdness.

The woman's appearance really has a bit of Kate Winslet's charm.

"I can't really travel into the world of the movie Titanic, do I?" thought Bruce with a laugh.

If not, this plot and this character image ......

There is no room for him not to believe it.

The short-haired blond young man's body had already leaned out of the guardrail, and no one would come to his aid.

Bruce believed that it wouldn't be long before all three of them got to meet on the lower deck.

It's good that it's not too far from the crowds.

It didn't take long for the commotion to alarm the passengers and staff in the first class.

Soon several security officers in black uniforms ran over.

Several men worked together to pull Bruce and the three of them back onto the deck.

There were a lot of passengers in the banquet hall just now.

Men and women, young and old.

A thin old European woman who looked to be forty or fifty years old grabbed the delicate woman who had been rescued by Bruce as soon as she came up.

first cared about the other party, and then the old woman began to complain about the other party again.

"Alright, gentlemen, can anyone tell me what just happened?".

A security guard with a big belly walked over and asked with an unkind look at Bruce and the short-haired blond youth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think this gentleman and I just saved that beautiful lady, my Mr. Picket. "

The short-haired blond youth looked very relaxed, and the smile on his face was still as good as the sun in the sky.

"Is that so?" the pot-bellied picket turned his gaze back to Bruce.

"I think so!" Bruce said with a shrug.

"Is that so, Rose?" asked the woman in an emotionless tone from a tall, thin man in a black suit.

Hearing the man's address to the woman, Bruce secretly exclaimed, "Sure enough."

Bruce couldn't help but glance at the blonde, sunny youth beside him again.

If nothing else.

This should be the other protagonist in the movie - Jack.

I have to say, this is really a master of picking girls.

From the time the Titanic set sail to the time it sank, it took less than five days before and after.

It only took Jack a few days to get Rose, the delicate English rose, to bed.

Or snatched it from the side of a rich man in the United States.

If Bruce is not mistaken.

At this time, Rose's fiancé, Carl Hockley, should be the heir to the Hockley family, the steel king of the United States.

And Rose's family is actually not simple.

A persecuted aristocrat from England.

is such two people with very different identities who have rubbed a wonderful story in a few days.

It's just ......

Now history seems to have been disrupted by the blues who traveled through time, and I don't know if these two people will continue to develop like in the movie.

Bruce glanced at Rose.

At the moment she was being counted down by the thin old woman.

A pair of beautiful eyes as beautiful as a lake hide a deep sadness and disgust for the world.

The poor young lady of the persecuted aristocratic family had to marry the son of a rich man in the land of rice for the sake of a ridiculous aristocratic decent life.

Rose longs for freedom.

She didn't want to be bound by the so-called aristocratic decency and marry a man she didn't love at all.

It's a pity that the shackles of the family made her have to bow to reality.

Otherwise her mother, poor Mrs. DeWitt Bookett, would have crushed her heart with tears that she would never dry up.

"Yes!" Rose's eyes flashed with displeasure as she heard Carl ask herself.

"Oh, it turned out to be a good deed. These two kids are simply amazing. At this time, a middle-aged gentleman with a figure as rich as the chief picket spoke out.

The big-bellied picket chief saw that the person in question, Rose, admitted this, and it was not good to continue to chase Jack and Bruce.

"Okay, since it's a misunderstanding, let's go back to the bar, the sea breeze outside makes people uncomfortable at all. The tall, thin Karl held his head high and said dismissively.

"Oh, wait, shouldn't they be rewarded for saving your fiancée?" the rich middle-aged gentleman proposed with a smile.

He may have seen Jack's shabby dress and knew that Jack was supposed to be a civilian passenger sneaking up from the lower cabin.

Coupled with Carl's arrogant attitude, he didn't look very comfortable, so he said so.

Carl saw that many of the upper-class passengers on the sidelines turned their eyes to him.

In order to maintain his arrogant posture, he had to reluctantly glance at the bodyguards beside him.

"You say that, Mr. Cruise. Then reward them ......

".

After hesitating for a while, Karl said an amount: "Then reward each of them with twenty dollars." "

With that, Karl impatiently grabbed Rose's plump waist and planned to turn back.

His attitude was extremely arrogant and rude, as if any more glance at Jack and Bruce would stain his eyes.

Naturally, Bruce wouldn't take Karl's discriminatory handouts.

Not to mention that the original owner still has a lot of property.

Even the souls of the Brucehan would not have asked for such humiliating money.

"Is your fiancée worth twenty dollars?" Rose was also very dissatisfied with Carl's arrogance.

She had always hated Carl, a merchant who smelled of copper.

Now he didn't even care about his savior, and immediately made a mockery.

Rose's words embarrassed Carl, and under the whispers of many onlookers, it was a little difficult to ride the tiger.

Fortunately, he was finally the heir to the Hockley family, and this kind of scene did not bother him much.

Carl's eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something interesting.

He turned to Jack and Bruce with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, but I was too inconsiderate. So, in order to show the two of you for your righteous deeds, I would like to invite you two to dinner tomorrow, I wonder if you two would like to appreciate your faces?".

Obviously, Carl's performance won him unanimous praise this time, and even Rose, who has always been critical of him, has nothing to say about Carl's proposal.

It's just that Bruce has no interest in this kind of boring high class banquet.

Rose's beauty made him throb for a moment.

It's just that Bruce, who knows the outcome of the plot, doesn't plan to "snatch love" and get involved in the emotional story of Jack and Rose.

"Thank you very much for having me, sir. But allow me to refuse. Bruce said very gentlemanly.

"Oh, why refuse?".

Without waiting for Carl to answer, Jack in the back preemptively interrupted Bruce's words.

In fact, he had long noticed Rose's delicate British rose.

On several occasions, Jack was on the lower deck of the ship, peeking at Rose alone, lonely leaning on the guardrail overlooking the sea.

The unconcealed sadness deeply attracted Jack's bohemian heart.

Originally, this time, he also saw the scene of Rose stumbling and falling.

It's just that he's too far away from Rose, and his skills aren't as neat as Bruce, so he's only a step late.

A

prodigal son like him in love also looks down on the charity of a rich man like Carl.

However, if you can get closer to the goddess in your heart, such an opportunity is extremely tempting for Jack.

Because it was he who saved Rose with Bruce.

If Bruce unilaterally rejects Carl's invitation, he will naturally not be able to accept Carl's invitation again.

So now Jack is in a more anxious mood than anyone else.

"We agreed!" Completely ignoring Bruce's opinion, Jack couldn't wait to make a decision on Bruce's behalf.

This makes Bruce angry and funny.

This kid is really thick-skinned in order to pick up girls.

"Then it's settled. A strange smile tugged at the corner of Carl's mouth.

The end of the matter.

The crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed under the command of the chief picket.

Bruce also plans to go back to his cabin to prepare for the impending disaster.

"Hi there, my name is Jack. An abrupt voice rang in Bruce's ears.

Jack still had that big smile on his face and held out a hand to Bruce.

"Bruce!" Bruce reached out and shook Jack's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Bruce. Jack said happily.

"But I don't really want to know you, daring boy!" said Bruce rudely.

But Jack didn't take Bruce's impatience to heart.

He put his

arms around Bruce and grinned, "Bruce, you're in luck." I've heard that the first class cabin is very luxurious, and you can see all the good things you want and can't think of there, don't you want to see it?"

"Not really!" Bruce shook his head, still cold.

"Come on, Bruce. Your heart is too small. Didn't the scenery of that beautiful lady just now attract you?" Jack put his arm around Bruce and gave him a strange glance with a smile.

Damn, you old pervert!

Bruce quickly grasped the underlying meaning in Jack's words.

He had just peeked into the view on Rose's chest from above, and it was impossible for Jack, who was naturally on top, not to see it.

This kid has long been obsessed with sex.

No wonder as soon as he heard Karl's invitation, he immediately agreed desperately.

Bruce despised a handful of Jack in his heart and secretly gave him a middle finger.

"If you want to pick up girls, just go by yourself, why do you want to pull me?" Bruce said angrily.

"Alright, Bruce. I know you're mad at me for my recklessness. But now that you are angry, you should not be angry with me, but should think about how to attend tomorrow's dinner decently. Jack gushed out to comfort Bruce.

Bruce was completely defeated by the cheekiness of this kid Jack.

I have to say that this kid can pick Rose, a delicate British rose, his face thicker than the city wall and his character with the attributes of a social cow are definitely a great achievement.

Speaking of which, if a socially bottomed dick like Jack pursues an upper-class aristocratic lady, she can really only rely on these two things.

It's all nothing, anyway.

If you worry too much, you will be constrained.

No matter what, they won't lose left or right.

If it is unsuccessful, at most it will be scolded by others for saying "Lai Toad wants to eat swan meat", and there will be no less meat.

But if it succeeds...... That's the beautiful thing of "peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic".

Zero cost, low risk, high return.

Bruce can't help but want to make such a deal.

It seems that Carl lost to Jack, the prodigal son of the flowers on the English docks, and he really lost unjustly.

Forget it, since this kid is so positive, Bruce doesn't bother to continue to pay attention to it.

When the time comes, just go and perfunctory.

As for the disaster that is coming, there is no escape anyway, and it will not help to keep it in mind.

With Bruce's skills, it really comes to the point where it is impossible to do anything, and it is a big deal to grab a traffic boat directly when the time comes.

This kind of thing is not difficult at all for Bruce, who has lived as a mercenary for many years.

"You're at least missing a clean and decent suit, Mr. Dawson!" Bruce said, rolling his eyes.