America 1881: Legend of the West

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

"There is one more thing," the lawyer said. "According to news from New York, someone bought a large amount of Pacific Railroad stock on the stock exchange."

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

This is where the Border Detective Agency keeps the most intense surveillance, and some of the detectives are working as stock traders.

Once there is any trouble here, the information will be immediately sent to Chen Jianqiu's Legal and Financial Center, and then transferred to the lawyers' hands.

As one of the most popular stocks on the stock exchange, Pacific shares change hands in large numbers every day.

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

“Is our company’s stock price okay now?”

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

"Because of the purchases by this mysterious buyer during this period, our stock price has been pushed up again and again." The lawyer said with a hint of joy in his tone, "Congratulations, boss, your net worth has increased again."

"Reduce my holdings and cash out at a high position." Chen Jianqiu said.

The lawyer was surprised: "How much reduction?"

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

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

Does Boss Chen want to completely abandon the railway industry by doing this? As we all know, the railroad industry is now the most profitable industry in the United States.

The trains running on the railway tracks are like money printing machines.

It's too late for others to envy you, so why should your boss rush to get out?

But 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. If he was not allowed to know something, it would be useless for him to ask.

However, he couldn't help but ask 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 room.

He looked out the window at his son playing on the lawn, and said slowly: "Buy gold, as much as you have!"

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

A bearded man stepped off the train.

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

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

After they left the railway station, the servant hired two carriages, one to carry him and the other to carry his luggage.

while the servants followed on foot.

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

After all, who can live well in the east and go to a ghost place like the west?

But the prosperity of San Francisco exceeded his imagination.

The view of the city streets fell backwards from the carriage window.

Trams ply the city's roads.

This thing was just built in Philadelphia!

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

Unlike the Chinese in Philadelphia, they were numerous and had no braids on the back of their heads. They even stayed on the street and communicated fluently with white people.

The carriage soon arrived in front of a magnificent hotel.

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

Walter Hopkins is the son of Mark Hopkins Sr.

His father had a long-term friendship with Chen Jianqiu, and once gave Chen Jianqiu a castle and mansion on Nob Hill as his palace.

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

Walter inherited his father's fortune, including his shares in the Pacific Railroad.

Unlike his father, he has great ambitions, and he is also very unhappy with the Chinese who sits in the chairman's position every time the board of directors is held.

This man was indifferent to emotion and anger. He always liked to read comics under the table during board meetings, and he never looked at him directly.

Why should such a person sit on his head?

Walter has been thinking about how to take control of Pacific Company into his own hands and kick the Chinese out of the board of directors.

However, Walter has a common problem among many rich second generations, that is, they have high ambitions but low power.

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

Until Hauke ​​and the investment group behind him found him.

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

Hauke ​​brought his large and small luggage and checked into the most luxurious suite in the hotel.

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

Hauke ​​opened the door.

A gentle man who looked to be in his thirties stood at the door:

"Is this Mr. Hauck? I'm Walter Hopkins. I'm glad you came across the country from Philadelphia."

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

"How's it going? Are you getting used to it?" Walter looked up and down at 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). The environment there is terrible." Hauke ​​sat back on the sofa in the room.

He pointed to the whiskey on the table:

"I quite like the wine here."

"Of course." Walter sat opposite Hauke, feeling quite proud, "These wines are my father's collection!"

Hauke ​​nodded, satisfied.

This kind of hospitality shows that at least you 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?"

Walter seemed to remember something. He walked to the window, looked at the street outside the window, and then closed the velvet curtains:

"There are informants from the Border Detective Agency everywhere here, and as far as I know, this detective agency is inextricably linked to Chen."

Hauke ​​suddenly realized.

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

"Mr. Hopkins, as stated in the letter, we very much look forward to cooperating with you. We have begun to acquire shares of Pacific Company in the market, and things are going very smoothly."

Walter sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs:

"I would like to ask, who are you referring to when you say 'we'?"

"Mr. John Rockefeller and the investors who knew him." Hauke ​​said bluntly.

Hearing Rockefeller's name, Walter's face showed unconcealable joy.

He knew that if this man and his family intervened, it would be almost certain that Chen Jianqiu would be driven out.

"Did Mr. Rockefeller also become interested in railroads?" Walt asked eagerly.

"Who doesn't like a 'money printing machine' that can print its own money?" Hawke took another sip of whiskey in his glass. "But that's not important. The Pacific Railway should not be dominated by a Chinese!"

"Correct!"

Walter hammered the palm of his hand with his fist.

How does Chen Jianqiu deserve to be the head of Pacific Railway Company? A foreigner of humble origin!

But he quickly looked at Hauke, looking anxious and hesitant to speak.

Hauke ​​glanced at Walter, feeling a little disdainful.

Everything about this person is written on his face, and he lacks structure.

To relieve his worries, Hauke ​​laughed:

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

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

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

He walked to the wine cabinet on the wall of the room and got himself a glass.

When Hauke ​​saw this, he 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 sofa.

He raised his glass of wine.

Hauke ​​thought Walter was going to clink glasses with him, and was about to say that everyone would clink glasses to celebrate after the matter was settled.

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

Hauke ​​was a little embarrassed.

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

Haoke 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 created through the efforts of his generation and the old Hopkins. How could these young people just sit back and reap the benefits and occupy the right to speak?

If it weren't for Rockefeller's orders, he wouldn't even bother to deal with Water.

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

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

However, this time Walter still didn't let him finish the action.

The young man suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Hauke, I don't know if you have ever understood how Chen obtained 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." ! Let’s also give him a taste of what it’s like to lose control of the company!”

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

For the sake of Mr. Rockefeller, Hawke decided not to argue with Walter.

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

"Rough Westie!" he muttered.