All Heavens Film and Television: Starting from Caring for the Widow of a Comrade-in-arms

"Don't count the one you're smoking right now, that's what I asked you to smoke."

"Okay, Mr. Walker, there are 72 in total. I should pay you $7."

"Very well, it seems that your arithmetic level is good, and you are an excellent businessman."

Karl has resigned to his fate. He just wants to reach the United States as soon as possible, and then find a chance to kill Russell. After all, his reputation on the ship has been discredited, and celebrities and nobles will not speak for him.

"Thank you for your compliment, then... shall I withdraw the money then?"

Russell stubbed out the cigarette butt and nodded, "Go."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Carl got up and turned to look at Ruth who was sitting there smiling. "Ruth, take care of Mr. Walker. As the hostess, you should make tea and water for Mr. Walker."

Ruth was very disgusted when she heard his voice, she frowned and said, "Don't worry about it! I will take good care of Mr. Walker, so you don't need to say it."

Carl swallowed his anger and walked away, going to the inner bedroom to withdraw money.

And Ruth stood up and said, "Mr. Walker, I'm really sorry. I just listened to you and forgot the basic manners."

"It's okay, I don't care if you are polite or not."

Ruth came over and whispered, "Mr. Walker, were you really blackmailing Carl just now? His face looks like cooked pork liver."

"Extortion? No, I resell cigarettes, and he actively buys them. Even the price is paid by himself. This is called willing to pay."

Ruth laughed and said, "I've never seen Carl tortured like this. He used to be arrogant and conceited when he saw everyone, but he looked like a puppy when he saw you."

"Are you happy to see him deflated?"

"Yes, very happy."

Russell laughed, "You have a mental illness."

Ruth pouted and said, "No! I just suppressed it for too long, and today I was released from the deep sea by you."

"I didn't save you."

"No, you did save me, I am very grateful to you. And he only controls me, delusional to turn me into a doll without a soul! He is the devil who binds me, and you are the angel who rescues me."

Russell heard this and looked up at her face full of joy.

When Ruth saw him staring at her, she was extremely happy, her heart pounded wildly, her cheeks turned red soon, her eyes blurred...

Suddenly, Russell reached up and grabbed her collar and face, not really hard.

Grinding his teeth fiercely, he said, "I'm your angel, right?"

Ruth felt a little pain from being scratched, her face seemed to be clamped by two steel plates.

"Walker, Mr. Walker...it hurts, let me go..."

Russell let go of her and asked, "Did I be rude to you just now?"

"...Mr. Walker, you are being rude."

When Russell let her go, she actually felt a little empty inside, like something that stimulated the soul, and abandoned her.

"Yes, so don't judge who is good and bad. I can help you when you fall into the water, and I can kill you when you become famous."

Ruth was stunned: "Mr. Walker, I will not look at people with prejudice in the future. But I have no prejudice against Carl. He is just arrogant and rude, and has no appreciation for artworks!"

Russell pointed to the paintings piled up next to him, and said, "This is Monet's work, Sunrise?"

"You know Monet? Oh! Mr. Walker, I don't have any prejudice against you. You are like my spiritual mentor. I respect you very much... Do you know Monet?"

Russell said: "He is an excellent French painter and one of the representatives of Impressionism. Judging from his proficiency in light and shadow expression techniques, his paintings are very mature. The most important thing is that Monet changed the painting method of shadows and outlines with his style. ..."

"Can you see clear shadows in Monet's paintings? Can you see abrupt flat-painted outlines? No. Because light and shadow represent the biggest feature of Monet's style!"

Ruth clapped her hands in astonishment, "Oh! You said it so well. My God, I never thought you had such a profound insight into Monet."

"Mr. Walker, do you like art paintings too?"

Russell lit a cigarette and said, "That's right, I often copy the works of Monet and Picasso. Although I can't reach their creative level, the copying techniques can be called fake."

"My God! Mr. Walker, you are my spiritual and art teacher. Will I have a chance to see your copying works? I am looking forward to it!"

At this time, Carl walked out of the bedroom with a straight face. He didn't expect that Russell, who behaved rudely, would chat with Ruth about art.

It just made him laugh out loud.

He walked to the table and put the 7.2 cash in his hand on the table.

He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Walker, this is your money."

Russell pinched out the cigarette, got up and said, "Have a nice cooperation."

"... Happy cooperation."

Holding the cash in his hand, he turned to Ruth and said, "You will see it if you have a chance, and my personal work style is also very unique. Stay with me, goodbye."

"goodbye…"

Just as Ruth was being provoked, Carl suddenly appeared and disrupted the conversation between her and Mr. Walker. Ruth was very annoyed. If Carl hadn't interrupted her, she would have been able to talk with Walker all night long!

After she stared at Russell's back and disappeared, she suddenly felt that her heart, which had just been filled, became empty and lonely again.

Carl closed the door, turned his head to stare at Ruth, and said fiercely: "Are you happy to see me being bullied? You are full of Mr. Walker, you are like a fucking bitch!"

Ruth was startled when she heard the words, and was about to walk towards the room, but Karl grabbed her arm violently and threw her onto the sofa.

She leaned on the sofa, turned her head and stared at him with hatred in her eyes.

Carl's rude behavior made her very disgusted and hated, even nauseated!

Although Russell also had this kind of behavior towards her, she could feel that Russell had no malice, and just wanted to teach her not to trust people easily, let alone be prejudiced against people.

Besides, when Luo Su raised his hand to pinch her face, she didn't resist, but instead had a kind of secret joy... It was just a little painful, and she couldn't help crying out for mercy.

Ruth frowned, then got up and walked around Carl to the bedroom.

"stop!!"

Bang, the door slams.

Carl looked at the closed door, full of anger and didn't know where to vent, he waved and threw the desk lamp on the desk to Monet's painting.

"Let you appreciate art! Fucking..."

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Russell walked out of the luxury cabin, and seeing no one around, he put 7.2 US dollars into the cash box, and he can take it out and use it later.

Although the U.S. dollar is not as good as the British pound, it is still a huge sum of money in cash of 7 U.S. dollars!

It's a pity that the exchange to reality is pitifully small, only 720 yuan.

However, the timeline of the movie "Titanic" is from 1912 to 1996. During this 84-year period, it is impossible for him to earn only 7 US dollars.

He came to the ordinary first-class cabin of E-32, and he was in a good mood looking at the clean and tidy room. From here, he could see the sea view outside the window, but looking at it for a long time would make his eyes dry.

Lie on the soft and comfortable bed and rest for two hours.

clang clang!

Suddenly, the cabin door rang.

Chapter 83 Fruit core, fat beating Ruth, like...

Last night, Russell didn't have a good rest in the Turkish bath, because there were always girls who came to talk to him and asked about his age and family situation.

He looked at the freckles on the faces of the girls and was not interested. It was ridiculous that they thought they were beautiful. What a strange cultural difference.

It was not until late at night that he hid in the cubicle and fell asleep.

So when he lay down, he quickly fell asleep.

It's just that I didn't sleep well, and there was a sense of haziness surrounding my mind.

Half asleep and half awake, he heard the knock on the cabin door, got out of bed with sleepy eyes, walked to the door in a little daze, and opened the cabin door.

Outside the door, Ruth was wearing a purple lady's dress, and the tight belt showed her very mature figure.

"Ah... Mr. Walker, you... your clothes..."

Ruth was stunned, and when she saw him, she panicked and her face turned rosy.

Russell frowned and glanced at her, and looked down at his clothes. Aren't they all dressed? What's so surprising.

"What are you shouting for? Is the reaction so big?"

Ruth bit her red lips, raised her finger and said, "You really..."

Looking in the direction of her finger, Russell immediately reacted.

But he didn't feel embarrassed, and he didn't close the door to say sorry.

Anyway, she saw it all, so it would be a bit petty to cover up.

"Are you alright?"

Ruth's face was flushed, and she said timidly, "I, I'll bring you clothes."

Russell stared at the suit she held in her arms, frowned in disgust and said, "Did you come here to disgust me on purpose? Take it away!"

Seeing his angry face, Ruth was startled, feeling aggrieved.

She sent him clothes with good intentions, but she didn't expect to be treated with such an attitude.

"Mr. Walker..."

"Don't make me treat you in a rude way!"

Ruth pouted, "Hit me!"

"That's what you said."

After speaking, before Ruth could react, she was rudely dragged into the cabin by Russell.

Throw the clothes in her arms to the ground.

Under Ruth's astonished gaze, Russell raised his slap and slapped her hip bridge down.

"Ah! You... Mr. Walker, why did you hit me?!"

Russell was speechless, and waved five or six times in a row.

At first Ruth felt very painful and wailed twice.

Then she didn't say a word, she just stood there and resisted, not even intending to run away.

"Why did you hit you? Didn't you let me do it?"

"I... Mr. Walker, why are you angry? Always give me a reason!"

"I'm not angry, it's just that your act of sending me clothes makes me feel disgusted."

"Why? Don't you feel disgusted when Mrs. Strauss delivered it herself?"

Russell frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Mrs. Strauss heard that you didn't bring a change of clothes on board, so she found a new suit and wanted to give it to you. When I happened to meet her when I was going out, I offered to do it for you. I didn't expect you to open the door in disheveled clothes, and then turned to me Lose your temper, even beat me..."

Russell was taken aback, "Is the clothes given to me by Isidore's wife?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ruth said aggrievedly: "You never gave me a chance, do you think this suit belongs to Carl? Do you think I would do such a stupid thing? If it was Carl's clothes, I would like to tear it to pieces! His Clothes don't suit you."

Russell smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I really thought so. Are you in pain?"

"Why doesn't it hurt! Mr. Walker, you are too harsh."

"Then do you like it?"

"like or not!"

Ruth's eyebrows and eyes were happy, but her mouth was hard.

Russell smiled and said, "This incident was indeed my mistake. I didn't think carefully and accidentally injured you."

"Mr. Walker, I don't care about your irrational behavior, it just hurts."

Russell sat on the chair and beckoned: "Come here."