America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 469 Western White Bank Industry Association
Hearing what Rockefeller said, Hawke immediately sat up straight.

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

But he himself understood that he was really nothing compared to the two big men in front of him.

Sure enough, Rockefeller looked at him.

"Mr. Hauke, I remember, I am your recommender to enter the Freemasonry." He took another sip of his cigar and said slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Rockefeller, you have helped me a lot these years." Hawke nodded slightly.

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

"And Mr. Hauck, if I asked you to do me a favor, would you do me?" he asked.

"I obey!" Hawke took the cigar from the oil tycoon without any hesitation.

He knew what it meant to take the cigar, and he knew what it meant to reject Rockefeller.

"Go find a way to get him out of the board of directors of the Pacific Railway! Can you?" Rockefeller stared into Hawke's eyes.

"No problem, but as far as I know, Chen Jianqiu is holding his own words in the boards of directors of the two railway companies." Hawke didn't pat his chest recklessly, but his expression didn't show any sign of shrinking back.

"Don't worry about this, I will help you financially!" Rockefeller said, "I also wanted to invest in the railway company."

On the side, Morgan's expression changed subtly.

He frowned slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

Edison caught the change in his expression.

But he dared not say anything more.

Like Hawke, they are all very famous outside, but here, facing two heavyweights, they are all cautious in their words and deeds, and dare not say much.

After all, Morgan is the biggest benefactor behind him.

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

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

Morgan turned his head and asked about Edison.

His big nose made him look like a simple and honest farmer in the west.

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

"Um, yes, he used to be an engineer in my laboratory, but he was too greedy and asked me for a substantial salary increase and huge patent fees. Plus his efficiency is not high, so I agreed His application to leave."

"Oh, so did you know that his AC project was successful in Oklahoma? Their grid can cover the entire city? One power station is enough, not one a kilometer? Huh?"

Morgan continued to ask, speaking clearly and at a slow pace.

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

He handed Edison the newspaper in his hand.

Edison took the newspaper and glanced at the article written by Pulitzer:
".The degree of advancement here is astonishing. A power plant is located on the edge of the city. The steam boilers burning coal and kerosene are burning, and the generator sets are running. The electricity they generate sends light to thousands of households in this city. "

Sweat broke out on Edison's forehead.

"Impossible, Mr. Morgan, those western towns cannot afford electric lights!"

"But they have used it, and it's very popular." Morgan didn't mean to give Edison any face.

"Thomas, we have known each other for a long time, and I have always believed in your talent." He said 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, winners and losers, if I and my investors don't see any hope that DC can win, then I hope you can understand what it means."

This last sentence also represents an ultimatum.

Time for Edison and DC, not much more.

When 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 discussions of several people.

He is busy with other things.

The Western White Banking 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 in it for his other industries, the rest flows into the market.

Chen Jianqiu was not interested in Yinzi itself.

As early as 1873, the United States followed the example of Britain and promulgated the "1873 Mint Act", which officially abolished the statutory gold-silver ratio.

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

With the implementation of the gold standard in Europe, the demand for silver as a currency dropped sharply, coupled with the endless emergence of silver mines in the west, the price of silver plummeted, all the way down to $1.16 an ounce.

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

But this time, there were several exclamation marks written on the cover of the invitation letter, I hope he must attend, the things discussed are very, very, very important.

This aroused Chen Jianqiu's curiosity.

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

Before leaving, he also brought the comic strips sent by Astor from New York, which are said to be adapted from his latest works.

Chen Jianqiu arrived in Denver by train.

He has some bad memories of the city.

He hacked people here, escaped his life, and was also wanted.

But it's all over now.

This place has completely disappeared from what it was a few years ago. The new police station is just across from the hotel where Chen Jianqiu stayed. On the reward list outside, the reward orders for Chen Jianqiu and the others have long since disappeared.

Chen Jianqiu didn't regret much.

After what happened a few years ago, there is no longer a single Chinese in Denver.

Even Chinese businessmen are reluctant to come here.

So Chen Jianqiu looked a little prominent when walking on the road.

Some people were curious to see him, but the Irish were not among them.

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

Some of them saw this man familiar.

That's the nightmare of the whole Denver Irishman, it's Satan, it's the devil!

Be brave, go to the police station and call the police.

But nothing happened in their alarm.

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

They came to the hotel where Chen Jianqiu was staying to question him.

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

This is obviously a decent upper class person, how could he be confused with a gangster!
Therefore, Chen Jianqiu escaped the interrogation and entanglement of the police.

He had a good night's sleep and prepared to go to the venue in the city center the next day to attend the association meeting held there.

(End of this chapter)