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Alfred squinted his eyes, carefully examining me as if he were recalling something.
"The Titanic..." he murmured softly, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. "It was a terrible disaster, one I do not wish to remember."
"I understand, but I really want to know why you gave up the journey on the Titanic. At that time, you mentioned that your company suddenly received an urgent order. Where did that order come from?" I pressed on.
Alfred remained silent for a moment before replying, "That was indeed a sudden decision. The factory received an urgent order from Morgan Company. Due to insufficient material preparation, we needed to work overtime to fulfill it."
I nodded. Morgan Company was the financial giant led by John Morgan, which had immense wealth and supported the construction of the Titanic. Alfred's response confirmed my earlier speculation; he had escaped this unprecedented Maritime Disaster, seemingly closely tied to John Morgan's fate.
"The order from Morgan Company?" I asked tentatively. "Can you tell me more about the specifics of that order?"
Alfred hesitated for a moment and said, "I remember it was for some precision instruments that needed to be completed in a short time; otherwise, it would affect their business on Wall Street. That's all I know about the details."
I thanked Alfred for his cooperation and then left his home. I decided to investigate Morgan Company to find evidence that might explain why they had urgently ordered the instruments.
I arrived at the headquarters of Morgan Company in New York, a magnificent building radiating golden light, seemingly echoing the prosperity of Wall Street.
I searched for relevant information in the archives of Morgan Company. After repeated reviews, I finally discovered an important document—the order records from April 1912.
The document detailed that on April 10th, Morgan Company had urgently ordered a batch of High-Precision Timers for their Stock Exchange in London. The manufacturer of this order was none other than Alfred's company.
As I carefully examined the document, I noticed that the final recipient of this order was the manager of Morgan Company's London office, and the urgency of this order was extremely high, even more so than the maiden voyage of the Titanic.
Returning to the hotel, I opened my computer and researched information about Morgan Company. The data indicated that Morgan Company's Stock Exchange has always been at the forefront of the world, with a high demand for managing time differences and synchronizing time.
Morgan Company's London Branch had, coincidentally, received a batch of encrypted messages from the United States just days before the sinking of the Titanic. These messages contained information about an impending upheaval on Wall Street. This upheaval would severely impact the London stock market, so Morgan Company needed to be informed in advance to respond swiftly and avoid significant losses.
The precision timers from Alfred Company could accurately synchronize time, ensuring that information reached London promptly and allowing them to make informed investment decisions.
This discovery shocked me. It might mean that Morgan Company had foreseen the sinking of the Titanic, and Alfred's factory was inadvertently caught in the whirlpool of this prophecy, becoming a pawn in this game of fate.
I picked up the phone and dialed Morgan Company's number, preparing to schedule a time to inquire about more details regarding the High-Precision Timers. A steady voice answered on the other end: "Hello, may I ask who is calling?"
I replied softly, "I am Lin Wen, a writer interested in information related to the Titanic incident in April 1912. Could you arrange for someone responsible to meet with me?"
"We will contact you as soon as possible. Please leave your contact information," said the voice on the line.
I provided my name and phone number, then hung up, deeply immersed in thought.
I felt as if I were touching the edge of a veil of fog; I saw a glimmer of light but could not yet discern the essence of the truth. Who exactly had foreseen the sinking of the Titanic? Why had they orchestrated it so? And could I still find my own answers in this game of fate?
"I must uncover the truth!" I clenched my fists, a newfound determination surging within me.
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