After leaving Denver, Chen Jianqiu plans to return to Lincolnshire.

Originally, there was also a Pacific Railroad board meeting in San Francisco, but Chen Jianqiu was not too interested in attending.

He misses his wife and son.

A few days later, the train slowly pulled into the train station in Lincolnshire.

After Chen Jianqiu got off the train, he walked along the platform to the freight car, ready to pick up the black radish.

The conductor has become accustomed to it.

Other rich people hug each other before they travel, and servants saddle their horses before and after, but this boss likes to do it himself, often going out alone with a horse and at most an eagle.

However, he was still used to personally opening the door of the carriage carrying black radish for Chen Jianqiu.

The boss is not particular, and he can't be without eyesight.

"Mr. Chen, I'm going to change to another train starting next month." The conductor handed the reins of the black radish to Chen Jianqiu's hand and said respectfully.

Since Chen Jianqiu took over the Pacific Railroad, there has been some integration between it and the Santa Fe Railroad, and the personnel are now interconnected.

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu asked while arranging the saddle of the black radish, "Which line is it?" ”

"Montrose to Salt Lake City." A heartfelt smile appeared on the conductor's face, "Closer to home, I'm from Utah." ”

"Oh, congratulations then."

Chen Jianqiu gave him a smile back.

Home and hometown are always things that adults can't get around, and the longer you spend outside, the more you want to be closer to home.

He was just about to say goodbye to the conductor and leave, but suddenly something came to mind.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head: "Didn't I remember that the construction of the last section of the railway was postponed due to financial problems?" ”

"It's done, sir." The conductor affirmed, "I've seen them finish with my own eyes." ”

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

His expression hadn't changed much as always, but he already had seven or eight points in his heart.

Chen Jianqiu rode on the black radish and headed towards his villa outside Lincolnshire.

Before he reached the door, he saw his three-year-old son running around the courtyard wall with a branch in his hand, chasing Sean.

After the black man returned from Oklahoma, he thought he could continue to be his Roswell post chief, but he still had to come over to play with the little devil most of the time.

"Peng Kun! Who do you see coming back? Camila appeared outside the courtyard gate.

Her hair was pulled up in a bun, less seductive and more charming than a few years ago.

Chen Jianqiu's son chased Sean and did not hear his mother's call.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with the black uncle in front of him, he would then hit his ass with a tree branch.

Suddenly, Xiaopeng Kun's whole person was lifted into the air.

He struggled and waved his limbs with teeth and claws.

A face appeared in front of him.

"Daddy?" The little one grinned.

"Boss!" Sean, who was being chased and sweating profusely, also turned his head.

Chen Jianqiu sandwiched his son in the squeaky nest and walked towards Camilla.

He gave his lover a big hug and a kiss.

Xiao Peng Kun, who was sandwiched, didn't know whether he was uncomfortable being sandwiched, or if he was a little impatient with his parents' tiredness, and began to struggle again.

Chen Jianqiu slapped the little guy's buttocks lightly, and then handed him over to his wife who was crying.

Sean stood still, watching his eldest brother and sister-in-law stupidly laugh.

"Let's go, let's go into the house, why are you standing stupidly?" Chen Jianqiu raised an eyebrow at Sean.

"Hey, boss, you just came back, I'm bothering you, no, it's not appropriate." The black man grinned, his teeth white.

"Stop talking nonsense, come in quickly, I have something to ask you." After Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the room.

The person in charge of security in the house is still the Chinese veteran from before.

But since he'd been standing guard here, no one had been looking for trouble here.

To this is added a chef and a babysitter with children.

The nanny was picked by Zhang Danian, although she has no culture, but she is simple and reliable.

After all, Camilla herself is an orphan and really has no experience with children.

After entering the house, Xiaopeng Kun ran directly towards the back garden, with the nanny and Camilla following behind.

Chen Jianqiu took Sean into the study.

"Any documents from the Pacific Railroad recently?" Chen Jianqiu asked while sitting in a chair.

"Yes, but I've already given Dylan a lawyer, and he's been in Roswell for the past two days." Sean thought for a moment and replied.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the two cylindrical things on the table.

In this era, the telephone microphone and handset were separated, there was no dial pad, and the transfer was carried out through the operator, and after the transfer was successful, the electric bell on the side of the callee would ring.

"I'm Chen Jianqiu, help me take over Dylan's lawyer." Chen Jianqiu said into the microphone.

"Boss, I'm here, please command." Lawyer Dylan's voice soon came from the other end of the earpiece, professional and calm.

"Bring me the latest Pacific Railroad statements, financing records, and other business information." After Chen Jianqiu gave a brief explanation, he hung up the phone.

Three days later, the lawyer appeared in Chen Jianqiu's study.

He was carrying a box in his hand, which contained all the materials that Chen Jianqiu needed.

"When did the Montrose to Salt Lake City railroad restart?" Chen Jianqiu scanned the information with his eyes and asked.

"I also just received the news that our subsidiary in Utah raised a sum of money three months ago, and in order to rush to open the car, we started to resume construction without reporting." The lawyer, sitting in a chair across from Mr. Chen, said, "They plan to report to the board of directors this time, and the head office will support such construction under normal circumstances." ”

"After all, when it comes to railways, time is money!" The lawyer pouted.

"These people have now learned to cut first and then play." Chen Jianqiu sneered.

He knew that if no one on the board of directors of the head office instructed him to do this, the people below would not dare to do it if he had ten dares.

It's hundreds of thousands of dollars in loans, and if something goes wrong, it's not trivial.

Chen Jianqiu put aside the information about the railway, and then began to look at the statements and financing information.

The more he looked, the tighter his brow furrowed.

The company's debt has reached a very high level, and the financing methods are endless, in addition to loans and bonds, the following subsidiaries have even begun to carry out private financing loans.

On another map handed to him by the lawyer, there are dozens of railways that the Pacific Railroad Company is about to build and plans to build.

After Chen Jianqiu finished reading it, he put these things aside, then put them on the table with his fingers crossed, and looked at the lawyer.

"Lawyer Dylan, didn't you and the people at the center give early warning of these situations?" He asked.

The lawyer was stunned for a moment and shook his head:

"No, our team doesn't think it's too much of a problem to make such a decision, after all, that's what all railroads do now."

He handed another document to Chen Jianqiu.

Almost all railroad companies are building railroads like crazy, spreading their own railroad networks to every corner of the United States.

Correspondingly, the purchase volume of steel is also increasing.

People are excited to invest in rail companies.

Therefore, the lawyer believes that there is indeed a basis for financing at this time.

But Chen Jianqiu fell silent.

Combined with what happened in the Silver Association before, he felt that these overheated states were all danger signals.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally opened his mouth to the lawyer:

"Starting this month, Sanjiang Bank stopped providing any form of loan and financing support to Pacific Railroad."

(End of chapter)