"Tony -- Mr. Monet and Wendy -- Miss Howard, right?" The registrar didn't look up and entered their names in the book. It wasn't that the registrar was irresponsible to check the names of Monet and Wendy. For one thing, it was the Carpatsia, not the Titanic, and the registrar didn't have them. Second, the Titanic survivors could not be impersonated, because they were all rescued in the sea. No crook would have the opportunity or ability to make such a fake. Of course, a time traveler like Monet is not in the registry's imagination at all.
After taking down their brief information, the registrar handed them one of the forms and said, "Take this form to the back of the room, 305."
"What are you doing there? Wendy asked, puzzled.
Monet pulled her aside and whispered, "I think it's the hush money and the non-disclosure agreement I was talking about."
As it turned out, Monet was right. At 305, they were asked to sign a nondisclosure agreement, which in essence forbade them to tell anyone about the disaster, and if they did, they would receive a $300 insurance premium. (In fact, there are a lot of speculation about the Titanic, we can go to Baidu, here is not detailed, otherwise at least a chapter......)
The two, who had been prepared for this, signed a confidentiality agreement without hesitation, and then took the money and got off the ship.
Monet whispered to Wendy on the road: "remember must hide the money is good, I estimate that in less than two days in New York will have a lot of these survivors everyone know we have a cash in hand, police in New York to Paris or London but much worse, especially for a single pretty girl like you, so be sure to pay attention to safety."
Monet wasn't trying to scare Wendy. In fact, in 1912, or even 2020, there were certain neighborhoods in New York that were unfit for young girls to go alone. Even men were not supposed to go alone at night, and they were vulnerable to mugging and other violence.
"What, what now? Wendy asked Monet in alarm.
"The first step, of course, is to find a safe place to live, and then think about getting a job." Monet replied quietly.
Wendy thought for a moment. Then, as if she had made a decision, she whispered to Monet, "Mr. Monet, may I ask you something?"
"Well, you say." Monet replied offhand.
"We can rent a house together, forehead, I am to say one person a room of that kind, you also know that I now own a person, brother also walked, in the whole New York I am most familiar with is you, so......"
Monet was prepared for this, and before Wendy could finish, he promised, "If you trust me!"
Wendy nodded. "Of course I trusted you. We were rescued on the same ship, and you know so much about things, like the hush money, that I'm sure you were a very good man!"
"What big shot would wear me?" "Monet quipped.
Although they speak English, but for the unfamiliar Monet, in a moment where to know where to find a suitable house, and they and Wendy see is a stranger, easy to be ripped off!
Monet pondered for a moment. Then he pulled Wendy toward a nearby church. Wendy asked, puzzled, "Mr. Monet, we're looking for a house. What are you going to church for?"
"It's more likely to be a priest in a church who is kind," Monet explained. "So let's go to him and find out what New York rents are right now and where to find a good place to live."
"You are right. As a servant of God, you should not deceive us!" Wendy suddenly understood.
Monet shook his head and said, "This is not sure, so we should inquire more about a few churches, and then comprehensive comparison, and then decide where to rent. And since we're going to be living together, don't call me Mr. Monet. Just call me Tony!"
"Well, Tony, you can call me Wendy from now on!" Wendy nodded in agreement.
Inside the church, Monet and Wendy prayed silently for a while. Then, seeing that the priest was alone, they walked over and introduced themselves. "Hello, Father, we are the survivors of the Titanic!" "He said, showing the newspaper in his hand, with the headline of the Titanic disaster. (They were disembarking two days after the ship had landed, so the story had already been reported!)
"I heard about it. It's a disaster. I was just praying for the victims." The priest said sadly.
"I thank you on behalf of all the victims, er, I have one more thing to ask you to help!"
"You say, child, as long as I can help, I will try my best!"
"Well, we just arrived in New York, we don't know anybody, and now we don't even have a place to live, so we want to ask you where we can find a safer and cheaper house!" "Monet explained.
The priest thought for a moment and then replied, "I do know a house for rent. It's a safe neighborhood and it's cheap, but it's rundown!"
"Never mind, we can't afford a house that's perfect. Father, will you show us?" Monet replied quickly.
"I have a lot to do today, so I won't take you there, but this place is easy to find. I'll chart the route for you, and when you get there, you can say Father Milton introduced you, and Aunt Mia, the landlord, will give you the best price!" With that, the priest began to draw.
Monet to place a look, here is really meet their requirements, but also very spacious, foot, there are two bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen, is really very old house, even the tent wall and some leaks, but in general, according to inquire about the contrast to the others on the road, is the most valuable house here.
So after consulting for a moment, two people with the landlord aunt mia sign the rental contract, followed by wondering what kind of job should find something to make a living, their original main business accounting can have a try, while the accounting system is different and their won't remember account manually, but want to principle should be the same, before the other part-time can also give it a try, It seems that many time-travel predecessors have taken the literary route, but at this time Monet's mind suddenly flashed, thought of a very brilliant idea!
