"This is where the world's greatest steel tycoon resides," Fang Ming murmured to himself as he approached the gates of the Carnegie Steel Company. His goal was clear: to meet Andrew Carnegie, the titan of industry, and secure a partnership that would echo through history.
Fang Ming straightened his jacket and approached the receptionist, his voice steady despite the odds stacked against him. "Good day. May I have an audience with Mr. Carnegie?"
The receptionist, a young woman with a sharp demeanor, barely glanced at him. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I've sent letters but received no reply. I was left with no choice but to come in person. Please, I only request a moment of his time."
She raised an eyebrow, her skepticism barely concealed. "Do you know how many people in this city wish to meet Mr. Carnegie? You'll have to wait your turn, like everyone else."