"How is that possible?" Zhang nglong felt as if he was listening to an incredible legend. The coordinates of the Titanic's sinking are approximately 41°43'55.66" N, 49°56'45.02" W, at that location, the depth of the seabed is about nearly 4,000 ters.
Everyone knows that the Titanic was a ship laden with treasures. For a century, countless people have tried to find the trace of the Heart of the Ocean at the bottom of the sea, but all have co up empty-handed.
One hundred years have passed, and this shipwreck has beco a paradise for marine life, with even parts of it buried under the sedints.
Moreover, the wreckage of the Titanic is quite complex. Even if one knows where it is located, to retrieve it from the wreckage is nearly an inconceivable task, not even 'finding a needle in a haystack' can describe it without exaggeration.
"Could it be that they used hundreds of submarines to search for it?" Wang Ling speculated after hearing Zhang nglong's translation—after all, Zhang nglong had called in more than two hundred fighter jets today, so such a thing could be possible, right?
"Damn, and you graduated with a master's degree from overseas? You don't even know this much physics?" Zhang nglong said with contempt, "To date, the largest manned submarine has only reached less than a kiloter beneath the sea surface. You think you have what it takes to go down to a depth of 4,000 ters? You'd be squashed into a pile of shit!"
"I didn't study physics, why are you hassling
about it!" Wang Ling muttered.
"It was us who manufactured a large number of unmanned submarines. It took us 17 months to find it from the sedints beneath the Titanic," Scorolo said. "Although our family has benefited from your generosity and managed to nurture a group of Potentialists, their abilities are limited. They can only dive to a depth of around 2,500 ters at most, so we had to resort to this cumberso thod."
"However, after soaking in the sea for more than a hundred years, many parts have oxidized. We have re-fitted it with diamond accessories—all crafted by the finest artisans to replicate the original pieces."
Although Scorolo spoke casually, Zhang nglong could imagine what a grand project it must have been. However, he also garnered so other information from Scorolo's words: the Carreras family indeed had people like Ye Yin, and possibly in considerable numbers.
But what did it an to have benefited from their family's influence? Zhang nglong didn't quite understand that part.
"We accept this gift, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness," Zhang nglong said as he took the string of the Heart of the Ocean and promptly put it around Lu Yiyao's neck. Even though she was only wearing a simple sweater, with the Heart of the Ocean as its setting, she was the most beautiful princess.
"Very beautiful."
"This... this thing is too valuable, we should put it away," Lu Yiyao said, finding it hard to believe she was wearing sothing worth a hundred million US Dollars around her neck. No, even now, its historical significance far exceeded a hundred million!
"There's nothing so valuable about it. If it breaks, we'll just get a new one," Zhang nglong said, stopping Lu Yiyao's hands as she tried to take off the necklace.
"As if, you're making
die of jealousy here!" Wang Ling turned his head away, he had had his fill of this display of affection.
As for his girlfriend, the look of envy on her face was nearly solidifying into stone.
...
"Mr. Zhang, it's getting quite late. I shall take you to your residence now,"
"Hmm." Zhang nglong nodded. With such a significant ti difference, and after the fatigue of the journey, Zhang nglong indeed needed to get so sleep as soon as possible to adjust to the ti zone. Otherwise, it would be hard to fully enjoy the next few days.
...
Zhang nglong traveled through the bustling streets of Paris, the capital of the Kingdom of Frankfurt, and arrived at a secluded estate.
It wasn't that the estate was located in a remote area, but rather its position was truly extraordinary! Right next to it was the noisy city, yet between them, it seed there was a clear boundary line, as if a piece of Paris had been distinctly carved out just to build this estate.
This was an estate filled with European charm, with a total built area that likely exceeded twenty thousand square ters. From a distance, the castle-like structure exuded an aura of luxury and nobility that hit you squarely in the face.
"This was specially built for your family in the 18th century. Apart from those surnad Zhang, no one else is qualified to live here. Although it is empty most of the ti, it is cleaned daily, so you don't have to worry about any problems," Carreras said.
"Not bad," Zhang nglong nodded satisfactorily.
"Not bad? Just not bad? I've never set foot in a castle like this in my whole life!" Wang Ling said, his eyes shining with envy.
"Strange, why do I feel so uncomfortable?" The mont Zhang nglong walked into the castle, he felt as if he was being targeted by many gazes.
He glanced around and saw that all the maids—whether they were sweeping, wiping the walls, serving tea, or tending to the potted plants—were secretly watching him.
"Old Zhang, the quality of the maids in your estate is just too good," Wang Ling said with a sly gleam in his eye as he looked over a passing maid. Her skin was fair, her figure tall and graceful, and her beauty was breathtaking. Most strangely, she carried a particularly noble air, an aura that should not belong to a maid.
"Could it be that the selection criteria for your maids are on the level of Miss World?" Wang Ling joked.
Zhang nglong translated Wang Ling's words to Scorolo.
Scorolo chuckled, "Actually, they aren't maids, but princesses."
"What? All are princesses?" Zhang nglong's mouth gaped wide enough to fit an egg, "Wait, are you talking about the kind of 'Princess' you find at a KTV, or so other kind of princess?"
Scorolo laughed, amused by Zhang nglong's humor, "Mr. Zhang, of course, they are princesses from the European royal families. The other kind of 'princess' you ntioned wouldn't be qualified to enter your estate, would they?"
"What the hell? Princesses work as maids in your ho?" Wang Ling was practically jumping up and down, cursing in disbelief. While he was thinking about how to find a couple more internet celebrity beauties to be his girlfriends, here was a group of princesses working as maids in Zhang nglong's estate.
Could they get any more Versailles than this? This was just ridiculous! Even if Zhang nglong's family was wealthy, wasn't this a bit too exaggerated? They didn't care about their status or losing face?
"This... Scorolo, can you explain this to ?" Zhang nglong asked curiously.
"Could we get a translator?" Wang Ling raised his hand, having hardly understood a word since setting foot on the Continent, apart from what Zhang nglong had translated for him.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Zhang nglong asked with a smile. Although he did not know why all these princesses had co to work as maids in his estate, he was certain that revealing this would be no less shocking than the economic crisis his grandfather had caused.
"It's just more of a shock, right? I can take it! It's unbearable not to understand; it makes
too anxious!" Wang Ling said.
"Since you wish to hear it, I shall tell you," Scorolo gestured, and a subordinate proficient in the Huaxia language imdiately approached them, "As for this matter, we might have to start with your grandfather..."
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