Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World Chapter 255 The Forgotten Enemy



A day later, with the issue in the weapon's factory now solved, the industrialist duo could finally heave a gigantic sigh of relief. The tily resolution was crucial, especially for Nielsen, as any delay in production would have been problematic.

Despite the fact that their company introduced superior weapons to the Army, they couldn't deny the awful act committed by Poul. Consequently, so mbers of Congress harbored a deep-seated resentnt towards him.

"Jonathan, Alia, I'll leave everything to you for now," Poul said, swiftly packing up his belongings.

"Oh, so you're heading out now, huh?" Jonathan grinned mischievously. "Well, enjoy your ti with Sara."

Alia's brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait... Mr. Nielsen, you're going out today? With Sara?" she asked, her tone laced with surprise. The outing was not ntioned in Poul's schedule, and the fact that Alia had no prior knowledge of it indicated that he hadn't inford her beforehand.

"Yes, I apologize if I didn't inform you about it. As you are aware, there was an issue in the weapon's factory that required my attention, and while dealing with it, I forgot to update my schedule," Poul admitted, a tinge of sheepishness evident in his voice.

Alia's confusion lted into understanding. "It's alright, Mr. Nielsen. But today we are facing an issue with Mr. Russell."

"Russell?" Poul repeated. "What about him?"

"Well, sir, there is this man nad William Francis Kemmler who is currently in the custody of the New York Police. According to the police report, William murdered his wife after a heated argunt. He was sentenced to death and the execution is…you won't believe this…electrocution."

Poul and Jonathan's interest is piqued by Alia's revelation.

"So, what does it have to do with us?" Poul inquired, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Alia took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Well, a man nad Southwick Brown from the Capital Punishnt Commission proposed the execution of William Kemmler with an alternating current."

With that, Poul and Jonathan's attention began to focus on Alia's words.

"Did you say alternating current? That's our system! If it becos associated with death and executions, it could be a public relations disaster for our entire electric enterprise," Poul exclaid.

Jonathan chid in, his voice filled with worry. "You're right, Poul. And if Russell is involved, then it is one of his other sar campaigns against us. Should we take legal action? Since the electric chair is not yet fully understood by the public, we could argue that it is a violation of the eighth andnt for it being cruel and inhumane punishnt."

Alia nodded, contemplating the options. "Legal action might be an avenue to explore, but we should also consider the broader implications. We don't want to engage in a lengthy legal battle that could further tarnish our reputation. Instead, we should focus on proactive asures to counter any negative associations."

"What are you suggesting?" Poul asked.

"For starters, we need to speak with Mr. Russell. He was the one responsible for suggesting Southwick Brown use our alternating current system."

"Damn, Russell. He never knows how to give up eh? We beat him and proved that our system is superior," Poul murmured. "Well, Jonathan, you go with Alia to New York. Speak to him and tell him that we won't tolerate him using our technology in such a manner without our consent. Make it clear that if he continues down this path, we will not hesitate to take legal action."

Jonathan nodded in agreent. "Very well. Alia, we will leave tomorrow. I want this settled imdiately."

"Understood, Mr. Axelsen," Alia acknowledged and then flickered her gaze to Poul. "What are you going to do, Mr. Nielsen."

"Hmm," Poul pondered aloud. "I believe that you two can handle it for now. The situation is not that serious to the degree that I have to interrupt my plans. I trust both of you to handle the matter competently…ahh this is sounding like I'm an irresponsible

leader, isn't it?" Poul chuckled softly, realizing his unintended implication.

Alia and Jonathan exchanged glances before Jonathan spoke up.

"Poul, in case you forgot, I'm your partner. And you helped greatly yesterday in the weapons sector. Alia and I are going to handle it and you deserve this break."

Alia nodded, going along with Jonathan.

Poul's expression softened as he looked at his trusted partners. He appreciated their understanding and support.

"Thank you, both of you. It's just for this day."

With that, Poul grabbed his jacket and made his way toward the exit. As he waited for the elevator he was riding to reach the ground floor, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming day and his plans with Sara. He needed this break to clear his mind. It had been work after work and it had been a while since Poul had taken a day off.

He trusted his comrades that they would handle the situation with Russell and the potential PR disaster. Jonathan and Alia were competent and resourceful, and Poul knew they would do whatever it took to protect their company's reputation.

As the elevator doors opened, Poul stepped out onto the ground floor and headed towards the main exit. There, he saw a familiar individual. It was Carl Benz.

"Mr. Nielsen, I have brought you the automobile." Carl Benz said, extending his hand, and pointing towards the parked Duesenberg Model J.

Poul smiled as he approached Carl Benz and shook his hand. "Thank you, Carl. I appreciate your assistance. The timing couldn't be more perfect."

"You seed rather tense, sir. Did sothing happen?" Carl asked, sensing the tension in Poul's deanor.

Poul's smile faded slightly. "Nothing serious, Mr. Benz. Just so business matters that are challenging and my partner."

"Well, if you say so, Mr. Nielsen. Please enjoy riding her," Carl replied.

"Oh I will do just that," Poul nodded, a glimr of excitent returning to his eyes.

anwhile, Jonathan and Alia wasted no ti in preparing for their eting with Russell. Alia called the train station, booking two tickets for the next available train, and Jonathan packed his things in his bedroom as they needed to leave early the next morning. The urgency of the situation demanded prompt action, and they wanted to be well-prepared for their discussion with Russell.