In the following time, Hauke led a team of advisors to the New York Stock Exchange.

They are constantly eating Pacific Railroad shares in the market.

Hawker didn't know who the sellers of these shares were, only that there were constant intermittent orders.

This made Hauke ecstatic.

So he simply let go of his hands and feet, and made a big purchase, intending to complete the task as soon as possible.

As the number of acquisitions increased, the price of the railroad company's stock continued to climb, and other investors began to see the problem.

Capital is profit-seeking, and with the quality of the Pacific Railroad itself, more investors are joining the ranks of buying.

This in turn drove the stock price.

Within a few weeks, Hawke, backed by the Rockefeller consortium, had eaten enough chips.

If nothing else, their shares and Walter together will surpass Chen Jianqiu.

As for the rest of the board, Walter was also reassured.

These people are all old men who eat vegetarian meals, and even if they can't pee in a pot with themselves, they are not all the way to Chen Jianqiu's books.

Not long ago, he instructed the Utah branch to start construction on its own, and the "Montrose-Salt Lake City" railroad was opened.

As a result, there was no movement at the headquarters.

In the 19th century, there were no computers, and basic manual statistics had to be relied upon.

However, under the summary calculation of several experts of the advisory group, a problem was found:

They seem to have oversheathed.

Because it is impossible to have so many just by scanning those goods in the market, even if other people take the opportunity to bulk goods.

After discussion, the advisory panel came to a conclusion that made Hawke happy.

For some reason, Chen Jianqiu was selling the shares in his hands.

However, perhaps because he was afraid of causing a large fluctuation in the stock price, he did not sell, but released it rhythmically.

"Is he short of money?" One of the experts on the advisory group dropped his pen and judged, "As far as I know, the construction in Oklahoma cost him a lot of money. ”

"Whatever." Hawker is on the rise.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Since Chen Jianqiu is dead, then he will fulfill him.

"Then shall we continue to collect it?" His stockbroker asked.

"Close! Why not? The corners of Hawke's mouth curled, which made his beard look unsymmetrical.

After cleaning up Chen Jianqiu, Walter also had to get out.

These western hillbillies, don't want to share a cake with them!

Walter, his collaborator, is still completely unaware of this.

For the first time in his life, he paid so much attention to his Lao Tzu's industry.

Walter was running around, actively preparing for the boardroom.

The meeting was held at their family's castle on Nob Hill.

Since Chen Jianqiu has been here in the scenery, then his glory will be buried by the owner of the castle, Young Master Walter Hopkins!

Finally, the day of the board meeting came.

Members of the board of directors came from all over the place.

Nob Hill is not high, but the road is indeed not easy for these old men.

The most convenient way for them to come up is by cable car.

At that time, the cable car was not as safe as it was later, and the carriage was basically semi-exposed.

Even if you don't have a fear of heights, it is very effective in treating low blood pressure.

When the old men got off the cable car in fear, they found that Walter had not come to pick them up.

He was in the castle, "rehearsing" with Hauk for the board of directors that was waiting for a while.

"Chen! You're finished! Your reign here will come to an end! You"

Walter stood in his place at the oak table and scolded at the empty chair.

But he got stuck and forgot what the next sentence was.

Hauke sat in the chair across from him, rubbing his beard and looking at him, his expression uncertain.

"Master Hopkins, I don't think your momentum is enough, I suggest you can take a picture of the table." Said one of Hauke's attendants behind him.

"Makes sense!"

Walter sat back in his chair, then stood up again, slapping the oak table with a slap.

The Pacific Railroad belongs to all shareholders! You're not alone! Your dictatorship will end today!."

Hawke couldn't stand it anymore.

He interrupted Walter, who was on the rise:

"That's it! OK! You are doing very well! Hurry up and get ready, the directors are almost here! ”

As soon as his words fell, people began to walk into the venue under guidance.

The directors of the board of directors came in one after another.

They sat in their usual positions as usual, some began to greet each other, some began to do homely work, and even more, began to close their eyes and recuperate, just to calm down the "excitement" when they took the cable car just now.

The meeting room filled up quickly.

Except for the chairman's seat, which remains vacant.

The directors are used to it, and they are not in a hurry.

Chen Jianqiu will always be the last to appear.

When will he arrive, when will the board meet.

The only fresh face on the scene was Hawke.

According to the original plan, this time there will be a reshuffle of the board of directors, and Hawke will be a new member, being elected.

Walter's two hands were under the table.

His eight fingers, with the exception of his two thumbs, crossed each other, and the two thumbs rotated around each other like spindles.

Even though he had been practicing for a long time, Walter was still a little nervous.

In the entire venue, he was the only one who kept looking at the door, looking a little anxious.

At this moment, in the corridor outside the door, there were suddenly many footsteps.

It's the sound of leather heels crashing against the wooden floor.

Walter was thrilled and put his hand back on the table.

The other elderly directors also sat up one after another, arranging their cuffs and clothes.

They knew that according to the usual practice, Chen Jianqiu was here.

Soon, a group of people in black suits appeared around the corner of the hallway.

There were Chinese, whites, Mexicans and blacks, and everyone was trained.

Walter never knew how to define these people.

They weren't Pacific Railroad employees, and they were never seen.

Perhaps, they can be defined as Chen Jianqiu's, eh, bodyguards?

"Boss Chen makes such a big show every time he comes to a meeting." A director sighed as he looked at the "bodyguards" who were walking in two rows towards the conference room.

Walter's palms were already wet and sweaty.

He looked up and looked at Hauk across from him, as if pleading for help.

Hauk grinded his back molars and nodded slightly at Walter.

He had already greeted the police station near San Francisco, and whenever there was any movement here, the police below would rush up.

At least that's what the chubby sheriff said.

He is ready, even if Chen Jianqiu is unwilling to face the reality at that time, he is ready.

The black suits streamed in and lined up along the walls of the conference room.

Walter's heart rose to his throat.

However, when the last person entered the door of the conference room, Chen Jianqiu did not appear.

In his place was a Chinese man who looked younger than him.

The Chinese man walked up to the chairman's position and placed a top hat on the table in front of the chair.

Some people who are familiar with Chen Jianqiu found that this hat is what Chen Jianqiu usually wears.

What kind of routine is this?

"Hello everyone, my name is Li Sifu, and I am entrusted by Mr. Chen to inform you of some things."

The Chinese boy stood straight in his chair.

He pulled out a piece of paper from his bag and began to read:

"I, Chen Jianqiu, due to health reasons, announce my resignation as chairman of the board of directors of the Pacific Railroad Company with immediate effect! I hope you can understand, and at the same time, we will elect another excellent leader to lead the company to a better future! ”

After Li Sifu finished speaking, he threw Chen Jianqiu's "resignation" on the table, turned around and led a group of people away.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, without a word of nonsense.

The people in the conference room looked at each other.

Walter couldn't believe his eyes and ears.

That's it, that's it, it's over?

If he had been preparing for a long time, it would be useless all of a sudden?

However, when he looked at Hawke, he saw that the railroad tycoon was also staring at him.

It was as if he was staring at a lamb to the slaughter.

(End of chapter)