Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2768 - 1964: Accepted_2

Red Lotus discovered an accident that happened in Northern Europe more than twenty years ago, piquing Bai Xiaosheng’s interest.

Although that incident has long faded into the river of time and is unknown to many now, it was once a shock to the industry.

Adrian, a highly talented engineer, was in charge of repairing a famous tidal power plant in Northern Europe. However, due to an accidental mishap, a tragedy occurred—not only causing significant casualties but also leading to the death of his only son.

Some accused his incompetence; others blamed him for negligence for involving a child.

No matter the real reasons behind it, overnight, the man who was once highly regarded was nailed to the so-called pillar of shame by the masses.

His wife, devastated by their child’s passing, suffered a severe shock and eventually threw herself into the sea.

Afterward, Mr. Adrian completely disappeared from public view, his fate unknown.

No one would have imagined that Adrian was merely hiding away on a small island, living under a different name.

Even the official Kustiel could only sniff out faint traces without any way to track him down.

"How did you know, that...was me," Rogge stared at Bai Xiaosheng and said.

"Your story bears some resemblance, and also—" Bai Xiaosheng pointed at the strange drawings on the blackboard and gently said, "That is Adrian’s analysis method, right?"

Rogge’s eyes suddenly went blank.

The Adrian analysis method was something he proposed back then and named after himself.

In the simplest terms, this method deduces the long-term impact on related components from a part’s wear and predicts possible issues the entire machine might encounter.

Of course, that is the most superficial and general explanation.

It is intended for outsiders to hear; the actual analysis method is a thousand times more complex, merely rudimentary back then.

With persistent research and refinement over the years, Rogge has genuinely turned it into a theoretical, systematic approach.

Having spent so much mental effort, Rogge finds himself sketching or jotting down notes anywhere he goes.

It has become a habit.

"I never thought you would know about this analysis method," Rogge murmured.

Bai Xiaosheng softly said, "I thought it was a great invention, enough to console your wife and son."

Speaking these words brought tears suddenly to Rogge’s eyes, which he couldn’t control.

Many things have weighed on his heart for far too long.

Time may dull some sorrow, yet it also amplifies certain emotions.

Rogge even began to sob like a child, muttering about past events.

Such matters frequently haunt him with pain in his dreams.

Refusing Bai Xiaosheng’s invitation was also due to numerous unresolved issues.

"My son was a genius, taking charge at eighteen, destined to have a bright future, becoming the youngest and most outstanding engineer in the industry!"

"My son truly believed in me, admired me greatly. When people doubted my methods, he argued tirelessly, wanting to prove them right with my approach."

"That day was supposed to be a maintenance inspection day when he dismantled key components during the inspection period. Yet unexpectedly, there was a sudden visit from higher-ups, causing the machine to start prematurely. I remember the main generator exploded, resulting in many deaths, including my son!"

"My wife went mad because of this, and I devoted all my energy to taking care of her."

"But one day, I found her by the seaside, standing on a high cliff rock, looking unusually calm."

Rogge’s eyes seemed distant, recalling that scene from the past, an indelible moment etched in his mind.

It compelled him to desperately research while avoiding facing that work again.

"I remember my wife’s smile at me; nothing could ever be warmer and more comforting than that."

"I remember her saying to me, ’Darling, I don’t blame you, truly. You are the pride of both me and our son. Our son would not blame you either, for you are his most proud father. Now, I can no longer walk beside you. I’m tired; I need to find our son. Continue your dream until you fulfill it. Someday we will be proud of you.’"

"Then, she jumped, plunging into the sea, forever disappearing from my life."

At this point, Rogge pressed his hands to his face and began to cry.

Like a helpless child.

Bai Xiaosheng witnessed this silently, hoping the old man would release some emotions, yet never imagined it would lead to such a tragic story, feeling deeply moved.

"Many years later, I came here alone and found a child, raising him. His name is Tieluoga, a smart and kind boy, just like my Little Joseph..."

Once the floodgates opened, Rogge poured out everything.

Sometimes, voicing it brings relief and liberation.

Rogge felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

Bai Xiaosheng looked at the room filled with materials, at the drawings on the blackboard, and gently said, "Mr. Adrian, you should not reject my invitation. You should seize this opportunity to prove your analysis method is perfected enough to repair that power plant! I think this is what your son and wife would wish for. Your name and your theory should also echo across the world, resound to the heavens, and bring them peace."

These words made Rogge stare intently at Bai Xiaosheng, his lips trembling.