Although he didn't understand why his boss was so sensitive, Dylan decided to follow his orders strictly.

"One more thing." "According to information from New York, there are people who buy a lot of Pacific Railroad shares on the stock exchange. ”

At that time, the New York Stock Exchange was located at 11 Wall Street.

That's where the border detectives watch the most, and some of the detectives work as stock traders.

If there is any wind here, the news will be immediately sent to Chen Jianqiu's legal and financial center, and then transferred from there to the lawyer.

As one of the most sought-after stocks on the stock exchange, Pacific Corporation's stock changes hands in large quantities every day.

But if it goes into the hands of a buyer at the same time, it is very intriguing.

"Our company's stock price is okay right now, right?"

After thinking for a while, Chen Jianqiu looked at the lawyer.

"Because of this mystery buyer's purchase during this time, our stock price has been pushed up again and again." The lawyer's tone carried a hint of joy, "Congratulations, boss, your net worth has risen again." ”

"Cash out my stake at a high level." Chen Jianqiu said.

The lawyer was taken aback: "How much?" ”

"You can give as much as you can, how to operate, you and Mr. Silas discuss it, you are experts, I don't care."

This decision surprised the lawyer even more than the previous one.

Is Boss Chen doing this to completely give up the railway industry? But as we all know, the railroad industry is now the most profitable industry in the whole of America.

The train running on the railroad tracks is like a money printing machine.

It's too late for others to envy, why should your boss be in a hurry to withdraw?

However, he didn't ask Chen Jianqiu why.

After following Boss Chen for so long, he understood that if he was asked to know something, Chen Jianqiu would tell him, and if he didn't let him know something, it would be useless for him to ask.

But he couldn't help but ask another question:

"Boss, what are we going to do with the money after we cash out?"

Chen Jianqiu was already standing by the window of the study.

He looked out the window at his son, who was playing on the lawn, and said slowly: "Buy gold, buy as much as you want!" ”

Thousands of kilometers away, at the San Francisco railway station, a train from the east slowly pulled into the station.

A bearded man stepped off the train.

This was Mr. Hawke's first visit to San Francisco.

Four or five servants followed, carrying large bags of luggage.

When they were out of the train station, the servants hired two carriages, one to carry him and the other to carry his luggage.

The servants followed on foot.

As a well-known railroad tycoon in Philadelphia, Hawke was originally dismissive of the West.

After all, whoever mixes well in the east runs to a hellish place like the west.

But the prosperity of San Francisco is beyond his imagination.

The view of the city streets, poured backwards from the window of the carriage.

Trams run the city's roads.

This thing in Philadelphia was just built!

Hawke also saw a lot of yellow-skinned Chinese on the road.

Unlike the Chinese in Philadelphia, they are numerous, have no braids behind their heads, and even stay on the side of the street, communicating fluently with white people.

The carriage soon came to a palatial hotel.

The hotel was where he stayed this time, and its owner was Walter Hopkins, the second largest shareholder of the Pacific Railroad.

Walter Hopkins is the son of Mark Hopkins Sr.

His father and Chen Jianqiu have been friends for a long time, and once gave Chen Jianqiu a castle mansion on his Nobu Mountain as a palace.

But two years ago, the elder Hopkins died of illness.

Walter inherited his father's fortune, which of course included a stake in the Pacific Railroad.

Unlike his father, he has great ambitions, and at the same time, he is very unhappy to see the Chinese who sits in the chair every time he sits on the board.

This man is moody, always likes to read comic books under the table when he is in the board of directors, and he has never looked at him in the eye.

Why should such a person ride on his head!

Walter had been pondering how to take control of the Pacific Company into his own hands and knock the Chinese out of the board.

However, Walter has a lot of common problems of the rich second generation, that is, the eye is high and the hand is low.

The plan has been stuck in chatting with a few close friends in the circle.

Until Hawke and the group of investors behind him found him.

And this time Hauke came to San Francisco, just to meet Walter.

With his large bag of luggage, Hauke checked into the hotel's most luxurious suite.

And at about 7 o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door of his suite.

Hauke opened the door.

A well-mannered man who looked to be in his thirties stood at the door:

"Is it Mr. Hawke, please? I'm Walter Hopkins, and I'm glad you're here from Philadelphia across the United States. ”

Hawke turned to the side and let White into the room.

"How's it going, are you still used to living there?" Walter looked up and down the layout of his hotel and straightened his sleeves.

"It's not bad, it's better than the hotel in Carson [the capital of Nevada], where the environment is terrible." Hauke sat back down on the couch in his room.

He pointed to the whiskey on the table:

"I still like the wine here."

"Of course." Walter sat across from Hawke, feeling a little proud, "These wines are my father's treasures!" ”

Hauk nodded, satisfied.

This kind of hospitality shows that at least they are valued.

As soon as he picked up the wine glass, another question suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Why are we meeting in such an informal setting?"

As if remembering something, Walter walked to the window, looked out into the street, and closed the velvet curtains:

"There are eyeliners of border detective agencies everywhere here, and as far as I know, this detective agency is inextricably linked to Chen."

Hauke suddenly realized.

After taking a sip of his wine, he began to get to the point:

"Mr. Hopkins, as stated in the letter, we are very much looking forward to working with you, and we have begun to acquire shares in Pacific Corporation in the market, and things are going very well."

Walter sat back on the couch and crossed Erlang's legs:

"I would like to take the liberty of asking, who do you mean by 'we'?"

"Mr. John D. Rockefeller, and the investors he knows." Hauke was blunt.

Hearing Rockefeller's name, Walter's face showed joy that could not be concealed at all.

He knew that if this person and his family intervened, they would get Chen Jianqiu out of ten places.

"Could it be that Mr. Rockefeller also began to take an interest in railroads?" Walter asked eagerly.

"Who doesn't love a 'money printing machine' that can print their own money?" Hawk took another sip of the whiskey in his glass, "But it doesn't matter, the Pacific Railroad shouldn't be dominated by a Chinese!" ”

"Yes!"

Walter smacked his palm with his fist.

How is Chen Jianqiu worthy of being the head of the Pacific Railroad? An alien from humble origins!

But he quickly looked at Hawke, looking apprehensive, and stopped talking.

Hauke glanced at Walter, a little disdainful.

This man has everything written on his face, and he lacks structure.

To dispel his worries, Hauke laughed:

"Mr. Walter, don't worry, we will support you as the chairman of the board of directors of the Pacific Railroad!"

"I still have my own railroad company to operate, and Mr. Rockefeller doesn't care about the specific operation of the railroad!"

Hearing Hauke say this, the stone in Walter's heart fell to the ground.

He went to the wine cabinet against the wall of the room and fetched himself a glass.

Seeing this, Hauke picked up the whiskey on the table and handed it to him.

Walter poured himself a small glass of wine and sat back down on the couch.

He raised the glass in his hand.

Hawke thought Walter was going to clink glasses with him, and just wanted to say that everyone would clink glasses to celebrate when this was done.

As a result, Walter poured the wine directly into his mouth, and then looked at the table and fell into deep thought.

Hauke was a little embarrassed.

He wondered if he should get this rich second generation out, even though this was a hotel owned by Walter.

Hao Ke really didn't like the person in front of him very much, just like he didn't like Chen Jianqiu.

He felt that the railroad industry in the United States was made by the struggle of him and the old Hopkins generation, and how could these young people sit back and take advantage of it and occupy the right to speak?

If it weren't for Rockefeller's orders, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to Walter.

Hauke pulled his pocket watch out of his clothes.

He wanted to glance at the time, and then told Walter that he was tired.

This time, however, Walter didn't let him finish the action.

The young man suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Hawke, I don't know if you know how Chen gained control of the Santa Fe Railroad, and soon after that he became the board of directors of the Pacific Railroad, how he dealt with Blake back then, we will deal with him this time! We also gave him a taste of losing control of the company! ”

Without waiting for Hauke to reply, Walter stood up and walked towards the door, leaving Hauke alone in the room.

For the sake of Mr. Rockefeller's face, Hawke decided not to be bothered with Walter.

But this did not prevent him from expressing his contempt.

"Rough western hillbilly!" He muttered.

(End of chapter)