When Doug was battling the virus, the shareholders of the Black Hawk Bank in New Haven, led by William, unfortunately were not defeated by the disease, and their health began to improve.

"You...... You mean...... Doug Claydon, that little ghost, bought all the shares in your hands, and you want you to contact more shareholders to buy shares?hmph(; ́д')ゞ", William said as he blew his nose. This era is not soft toilet paper, so that his nose looks red.

"Yes, that's what he told me......! He didn't tell me what he wanted to do!" Mr. Potato said, wiping the sweat from his head.

"Hmph(; ́д')ゞ", William continued to blow his nose, "what else could he want? He's got his eye on Black Hawk Bank!Heh! That old fellow Woolsey, who usually seems to be the most devout believer, didn't expect it...... Hehe...... Hmph(; ́д')ゞ"

William threw the paper into the paper basket, but unfortunately the paper ball full of snot in the paper basket had overflowed.

"yes! it's too much!" Mr. Potato chimed in.

Why didn't Mr. Potato go to the other minority shareholders, but went directly to William. Doesn't he want more Vanderbilt Railroad stock?

He certainly wanted more stocks.

But......

But he had to be able to get it.

The bond between the shareholders of Black Eagle Bank is Yale Academy, even if it has degenerated into a bad banker, and its brains have not been eaten by zombies.

They are not like Mr. Potato, who have a clear goal and a drive to act for it.

As shareholders, they want to live a life of leisure.

When they took a stake in Black Eagle Bank, they didn't have to go to work, they just waited quietly for dividends.

Even in William's hands, the proportion of dividends has been reduced, but the total amount of profits increased has made the dividends received this year not much different from last year.

Those who can be so stable as vested interests do not have to pay either physical or mental work. How many such good things are there in this world?

Coupled with Mr. Potato's eloquence, the persuasiveness is far inferior to Doug's.

As a result, Mr. Tudou approached all the shareholders who met him, but none of them agreed to transfer the shares.

But the Vanderbilt Railroad stock, like a little devil, tugged at his heartstrings.

He gritted his teeth and came to William.

It is strange to say that Mr. Potato, who is running among so many patients these days, is not sick.

Maybe......

Fools will never get sick.

"Hmph," said William, throwing away another piece of paper, "So, what are you doing with me?"

"I ......" Mr. Potato was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say again. Before he came, he had imagined that if William could sell his shares to Doug, he would be able to get his "introduction fee".

However, at this time, I saw William's face and William's majestic appearance. The original childish idea was automatically shattered.

"You want to convince me to buy a stake in Claydon? I sold it, you must have a good advantage. William's face was still sneering, looking at Mr. Potato, whose body was trembling and sweating coldly, "I don't know what you can get." However, I can sell some shares to Claydon, and you go and inform Claydon so that he can come and see me himself. ”

After William finished speaking, he waved his hand and drove Mr. Potato away.

Mr. Potato's starchy head, still a little dazed, walked to the door, only to hear the sound behind him, "Hum (; ́д')ゞ".

"Does a cold make you stupid?" said Mr. Potato with a puzzled look on his face. However, for Mr. Potato, he never delves into things he doesn't understand.

He left the Black Hawk Bank in New Haven and rushed to the Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory as fast as he could.

When winter and the flu hit New Haven, the number of people freezing to death in New Haven more than doubled every day.

Every person who picks up corpses seems to have a good harvest.

However, although they were happy in their hearts, their expressions were very serious.

These corpses should be handled with caution and caution.

Normally dead corpses, if left untreated, can still cause a plague.

The corpses of the sick and dead should be handled more carefully.

"Just unload it over there. "On the outskirts of New Haven, in a courtyard backed by a secondary forest, there is a very large stove.

The man who spoke, shirtless, threw the corpses on the ground into the fire.

This is how New Haven disposes of corpses.

The corpse picker heard the words of the burner and unloaded the body into the clearing.

He stood a little further away from the crematorium, stretched out his hand, and roasted the fire.

"Quack...... How happy they are...... Can be so warm...... "The corpse picker who is often in contact with the corpse of an unnatural death seems to have undergone some strange change in the temperament of the whole person, and the whole person looks as if the black smoke that hovers with the rising hot air flow when the corpse is burned.

"If you want to be happy, I can satisfy you too. The burner's face was full of sneers.

He remembered that when he was twenty-three years old, it was his third year as a burner and the first year he liked to stuff the living into an incinerator and burn them alive.

Compared with the boring process of burning the corpse of a person, the wail of the living is like the sound of heaven.

It was as if they were in the midst of a fire, trying to crawl out of the small inlet.

But how is that possible?

The desperate desire to survive in life is really interesting.

The corpse picker, hearing the words of the corpse burner, waved his hand again and again, and ran away as if he had fled.

Because he knew that maybe others were joking when they said this, but for him, it wasn't ......

The corpse burner looked at the fleeing corpse picker with evil taste, and wondered in his mind, when will this corpse picker die?

It's not fun to burn strange dead, but it's more fun to burn dead people you know.

"Is there no one?" said a young man, coming out of cover after the corpse pickers had left.

"No one is going to be here today. The burner looked at the exuberant fire and began to shovel the ashes out of the furnace.

If we talk about burning corpses, it is a public health service that needs to be funded by the government.

That...... These bones and ashes of grass and trees are just things to make money.

Despite the fact that in the New England area, there are not many people who farm the land.

Plantations in the south, however, love this fertilizer.

From the generation of raw materials, to the collection of raw materials, to the transformation of raw materials to products, and finally to the sales of products.

This is a mature industrial chain......

The combination of ashes and ashes is filled with a sack and sealed.

The corpse burner raised his head and glanced disdainfully at the young man who was cutting the corpse, "You doctors...... What a pervert!"