Chapter 42 The Steel Pact

The negotiation's outcome, while impactful on a national scale, posed little direct effect on individual lives—except for someone like Carnegie, for whom industrial dominance was a personal endeavor.

"This FangShin… he tipped the papers to get my attention. He wants to meet me."

That realization electrified Carnegie, who abandoned any plans for the evening. He instructed his staff to inform him the moment they located Fang Shin. By dusk, his efforts bore fruit—a hotel address in Pittsburgh.

Without delay, Carnegie arrived at the establishment. As he stepped into the modest suite, he faced the enigmatic figure he had been chasing.

"Good evening. Are you the one who's been so eager to find me these past few days?" he asked, his voice carrying both curiosity and command.

"Good evening, Mr. Carnegie," Fang Shin replied, standing to greet him. "You've figured it out, I see."