America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 472
Although he didn't understand why the boss was so sensitive, Dylan lawyer decided to strictly follow his orders.

"One more thing," said the lawyer. "According to news out of New York, there is a large purchase of Pacific Railroad stock on the Stock Exchange."

The New York Stock Exchange at that time was located at 11 Wall Street.

That's where the Frontier Detective Agency keeps a close eye, and one of the detectives is a stock trader.

Once there is any trouble here, the information will be sent to Chen Jianqiu's legal and financial center immediately, and then transferred to the lawyer's hands from there.

One of the most sought-after stocks on the stock exchange, shares of Pacific Corporation change hands in large numbers every day.

But if it enters the hands of a buyer at the same time, it will be very intriguing.

"Is our company's stock price okay now?"

After thinking about it, Chen Jianqiu looked at the lawyer.

"Because of this mysterious buyer's purchase during this period, our stock price has been pushed up again and again." The lawyer's tone was tinged with joy, "Congratulations, boss, your net worth has increased again."

"Reduce my shares at a high position to cash out." Chen Jianqiu said.

The lawyer was taken aback: "How much is the reduction?"

"As much as you can, you can pay as much as possible, 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 abandon the railway industry?As we all know, the railway industry is now the most profitable industry in the entire United States.

The trains running on the rails are like money printing machines.

It's too late for others to be envious, so why is my boss so eager to get out?
But he didn't ask Chen Jianqiu why.

After following Boss Chen for so long, he understood that if he was told something, Chen Jianqiu would tell him, and if he was not told, it would be useless for him to ask.

But he couldn't resist asking another question:
"Boss, after we cash out, what will we do with the money?"

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

He looked at his son who was playing on the lawn outside the window, and said slowly: "Buy gold, how much you have, how much you can buy!"

At the San Francisco Railway Station thousands of kilometers away, a train from the east slowly entered the station.

A man with a beard stepped off the train.

This is Mr. Hauke's first visit to San Francisco.

Four or five servants followed behind, carrying large and small bags of luggage in their hands.

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

The servants followed on foot.

As a well-known railroad tycoon in Philadelphia, Hawke originally dismissed the West.

After all, whoever is doing well in the east will go to such a ghostly place as the west.

But the prosperity of San Francisco was beyond his imagination.

A view of the city street, receding from the window of the carriage.

Trams run the streets of the city.

This thing Philadelphia has just been built!

Hawke also saw many yellow-skinned Chinese on the road.

Unlike the Chinese in Philadelphia, they have a large number, no braids behind their heads, and even stay on the street, communicating fluently with white people.

The carriage soon came to a magnificent hotel.

This hotel is where he stayed this time, and its owner is Walter Hopkins, the second largest shareholder of the Pacific Railway Company.

Walter Hopkins was the son of Mark Hopkins Sr.

His father had been friends with Chen Jianqiu for a long time, and once gave Chen Jianqiu a mansion on Nob Hill as a residence.

But two years ago, Hopkins Sr. died of illness.

Walter inherited his father's property, which of course also included shares in the Pacific Railroad Company.

Unlike his father, he has great ambitions, and at the same time, he is very upset to see the Chinese who sits in the chairman's position every time on the board of directors.

The man was moody and angry, and he always liked to read the comics under the table during the board meeting, and he never looked him in the eye.

Why is this kind of person riding on his head!
Walter has been thinking about how to take control of the Pacific Corporation into his own hands and expel this Chinese from the board of directors.

However, Walter has many common problems of the rich second generation, that is, high-mindedness and low-handedness.

Plan, has been stuck in the chat with a few close friends in the circle.

Until Hawke and the investment group behind him found him.

And this time Hawke came to San Francisco to see Walter.

Hawke checked into the most luxurious suite of this hotel with his big and small luggage.

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

Hawke opened the door.

A well-mannered man in his thirties stood at the door:

"Is this Mr. Hauke, please? I'm Walter Hopkins. I'm glad you came across the United States from Philadelphia."

Hauke ​​turned sideways and let White enter the room.

"How is it, are you still used to living here?" Walter looked up and down the layout of his hotel, and straightened his sleeve cuffs.

"It's not bad, better than the hotel in Carson (the capital of Nevada), the environment there is terrible." Hawke sat back on the sofa in the room.

He pointed to the whiskey on the table:
"I still like the wine here."

"Of course." Walter sat opposite Hawke, quite proud, "These wines are all my father's treasure!"

Hawke nodded, very satisfied.

This kind of hospitality shows that at least oneself is 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?"

Walter seemed to remember something, he walked to the window, looked out at the street at the same time, and then drew the velvet curtains:

"There are spies from the Border Detective Agency everywhere, and as far as I know, this detective agency has inextricably linked with Chen."

Hawke suddenly realized.

After he took a sip of wine, he began to get to the point:
"Mr. Hopkins, as stated in the letter, we are very much looking forward to cooperating with you. We have already begun to purchase the shares of Pacific Corporation in the market, and things are going very smoothly."

Walter sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs:
"May I ask, who are you referring to when you say 'we'?"

"Mr. John Rockefeller, and the investors he knew." Hawke said bluntly.

Hearing Rockefeller's name, Walter couldn't hide his joy on his face.

He knew that if this person and his family intervened, Chen Jianqiu would be kicked out.

"Has Mr. Rockefeller also started to take an interest in railways?" Water asked eagerly.

"Who doesn't like a 'money printing machine' that can print their own money?" Hawke took another sip of the whiskey in his glass, "But it's not important, the Pacific Railway Company shouldn't be dominated by a Chinese!"

"Correct!"

Walter hit the palm of his hand with his fist.

How does Chen Jianqiu deserve to be the head of the Pacific Railway Company?A humble alien!
But he quickly looked at Hawke, with an anxious expression on his face, hesitating to speak.

Hawke glanced at Walter, feeling a little disdainful.

Everything is written on this person's face, and he lacks structure.

In order to relieve his worries, Hauke ​​laughed:
"Mr. Water, don't worry, we will support you as the chairman of the board of the Pacific Railway Company!"

"I still have my own railway company to run, and Mr. Rockefeller won't take care of the specific operation of the railway company!"

Hearing what Hauke ​​said, the stone in Walter's heart fell to the ground.

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

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

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

He raised his wine glass.

Hauke ​​thought that Walter was going to clink glasses with him, and just wanted to say that everyone would clink glasses to celebrate after this matter was completed.

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

Hawke was a little embarrassed.

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

Hawke really doesn't like this person in front of him very much, just like he doesn't like Chen Jianqiu.

He felt that the railroad business in the United States was achieved through the struggle of him and the old Hopkins generation. How could these young people take advantage of it and occupy the right to speak?
If it wasn't for Rockefeller's order, he wouldn't even bother to talk to Walter.

Hauke ​​took out his pocket watch from his clothes.

He wanted to check the time and tell Walter he was tired.

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

Suddenly the young man spoke:

"Mr. Hauke, I don't know if you know how Chen gained control of the Santa Fe Railroad Company, and soon became the board of directors of the Pacific Railroad Company. How he dealt with Blake back then, we will deal with him this time. ! We also let him taste the loss of control of the company!"

Without waiting for Hawke to reply, Walter stood up after saying these words, and walked towards the door, leaving Hawke alone in the room.

For the sake of Mr. Rockefeller, Hauke ​​decided not to care about Walter.

But that didn't stop him from expressing his contempt.

"Rough western redneck!" he muttered.

(End of this chapter)