Hearing Rockefeller say this, Hawke immediately sat up straight.

Although in Philadelphia and the East, people called him the railroad tycoon.

But he himself understands that compared to the two big guys in front of him, he is really nothing.

Sure enough, Rockefeller looked at him.

"Mr. Hawke, I remember, into Freemasonry, I was your introducer." He took another puff on his cigar and said slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Rockefeller, you have helped me a lot over the years." Hauke nodded slightly.

Rockefeller walked up to Hawke, took a cigar case from his arms, pulled a cigar from it, and handed it to Hawke.

"So, Mr. Hawke, if I asked you to do me a favor, would you say yes?" He asked.

"Listen to your orders!" Without the slightest hesitation, Hauke took the cigar from the oil tycoon's hand.

He knew what it meant to take the cigar and what it would mean to reject Rockefeller.

"You go find a way to get him out of the Pacific Railroad board! May I? Rockefeller stared into Hawke's eyes.

"There is no problem, but as far as I know, Chen Jianqiu is now on the boards of the two railway companies." Hauke didn't pat his chest recklessly, but his look didn't show any hint of flinching.

"Don't worry about this, I will help you financially!" Rockefeller said, "I also had the intention of taking a stake in the railroad company. ”

Morgan on the side, his expression changed subtly.

He frowned slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

Edison captured the change in his expression.

But he didn't dare to say anything more.

Like Hawke, on the outside, they are all beautiful, but here, in the face of two heavyweights, they are both cautious in their words and deeds, and they dare not say anything.

After all, Morgan is the biggest financier behind him.

But just because he doesn't speak doesn't mean Morgan won't look for him.

"Thomas, I heard that Chen Jianqiu, the partner and chief engineer of Roswell Electric Company, went out of your lab?"

Morgan turned his head and asked about Edison.

His big nose made him look like a down-to-earth western farmer.

But those who know him know that this banker is as sharp as a hunter and at the same time as fierce as a crocodile.

"Well, yes, he used to be an engineer in my lab, but he was too greedy and demanded a big salary increase and huge patent fees from me. Coupled with the fact that he was not very efficient, I agreed to his request to leave. ”

"Oh, and did you know that his alternating current project was a success in Oklahoma? Can their power grid cover the entire city? One power station is enough, and not one per kilometer? Well? ”

Morgan continued, speaking clearly and at a flat pace.

"Do you know that Pulitzer went to Oklahoma City for an interview, not only reported on Chen Jianqiu's election as mayor, but also reported on this matter along the way!"

He handed the newspaper to Edison.

Edison took the newspaper and glanced at the Pulitzer article on it:

"It's amazing how advanced it is, a power plant sits on the edge of the city, steam boilers burning coal and kerosene, generator sets are running, and they produce electricity that brings light to the city's families."

Edison sweated on his forehead.

"No way, Mr. Morgan, those people in the western towns can't afford electric lights!"

"But they use it, and it's very popular." Morgan didn't mean to give Edison face in the slightest.

"Thomas, we've known each other for a long time, and I've always believed in your talent." He spoke to Edison earnestly, even though he was only ten years older than Edison.

"But you have to understand that the world of capital is cruel, and if I and my investors don't see any hope that DC will win, then I want you to understand what that means."

This last sentence also represents an ultimatum.

Edison and direct current, time is running out.

While these people in New York were discussing how to deal with Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu himself was on his way to Denver.

Naturally, he knew nothing about the deliberations of several people.

He's busy with another thing.

The Western Silver Industry Association is holding an emergency meeting there.

Chen Jianqiu owns a silver mine in northern Mexico. So he was drawn into the association.

But this silver mine is not his main source of income, except for a large part of the silver produced for his own other industries, the rest of it goes to the market.

Chen Jianqiu was not interested in the silver itself.

As early as 1873, the United States followed the example of Britain in promulgating the "Cominishment Act of 1873", which officially abolished the legal gold and silver comparison.

The U.S. Treasury began to stop minting silver coins and returned to the gold standard.

With the introduction of the gold standard in Europe, the demand for silver as a currency fell sharply, and the endless silver mines in the west caused the price of silver to plummet, all the way to $1.16 an ounce.

Therefore, Chen Jianqiu is not very concerned about his silver mine, and he rarely participates in the activities of the association.

But this time, there were several exclamation points written on the cover of the invitation letter, hoping that he would be there to discuss something very, very, very important.

This aroused Chen Jianqiu's curiosity.

He decided to take a trip out of his busy schedule to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Western Silver Association.

Before leaving, he also brought with him a comic strip sent by Astor Jr. from New York, which is said to be based on his latest work.

Chen Jianqiu arrived in Denver by train.

He has some bad memories of the city.

He's hacked people here, he's escaped, he's been wanted.

But now it's all in the past.

This place is completely lost from the way it was a few years ago, and the new police station is opposite the hotel where Chen Jianqiu is staying, and the bounty order for Chen Jianqiu and the three of them has long been missing from the bounty list outside.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have too much embarrassment.

After what happened a few years ago, there is not a single Chinese in Denver.

Even Chinese businessmen were reluctant to come here.

So Chen Jianqiu was a little prominent when he walked on the road.

Some people would be curious when they saw him, but none of them included the Irish.

When they passed by, they didn't dare to look directly into Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

Some of them looked familiar to this man.

That's the nightmare of the whole Denver Irish Street, it's Satan, it's the Demon God!

If you are more daring, go to the police station and report to the police.

But in their call to the police could not be done.

A few years have passed, and the police officers, including the sheriff, have changed a batch.

They came to the hotel where Chen Jianqiu was staying and interrogated.

But when Chen Jianqiu took out the business cards with a lot of his titles written on them, the officers immediately gave up the interrogation of him.

This is obviously a decent upper-class person, how can he be confused with bandits!

As a result, Chen Jianqiu escaped the interrogation and entanglement of the police.

He slept soundly and prepared to head to the downtown venue the next day to attend the association's meeting there.

(End of chapter)