When Doug fought against the virus, the shareholders of the New Haven Blackhawk Bank, led by William, were unfortunately not defeated by the disease and their health began to improve.

"You...you mean...Doug Clayden, that little devil, bought all the shares in your hands, and asked you to contact more shareholders to buy shares? Hum (;'д')ゞ", William said while blowing his nose. The sanitary paper that is not soft in this era makes his nose look red.

"Yes! That's what he told me! But... he didn't tell me what he wanted to do!" Mr. Potato said, wiping the sweat on his head.

"Hmph(;'д')ゞ", William continued to blow his nose, "What else can he want to do? He has a crush on Black Hawk Bank! Ha! That old guy Wolsey usually looks like the most devout believer, but he didn't expect... Haha... Humph(;'д')ゞ"

William threw the paper into the trash can, but unfortunately the trash can be filled with snot-snotted paper balls, which had already overflowed.

"Yes! It's too much!" Mr. Potato echoed.

Why didn't Mr. Potato go to find other small shareholders, but went directly to William. Don't he want more Vanderbilt Railway stocks?

He certainly wants more stocks.

but……

But he needs to get it.

The bond between Blackhawk shareholders is Yale Academy. Even though it has degenerated into a bad banker, its brain has not been eaten by zombies.

They are not like Mr. Potato, with clear goals and motivation to act for them.

As shareholders, they want to live a more leisurely life.

When they hold shares in Blackhawk Bank, they don’t have to work, just wait quietly for dividends.

Even if the dividend ratio is reduced in William's hands, the increased total profit has made the dividends obtained this year not much different from last year.

Being a vested interest so peacefully does not have to work physically or mentally. How many such good things are there in this world?

In addition, Mr. Potato's eloquence is far inferior to Doug's persuasion.

Therefore, Mr. Tudou found all the shareholders who met him, but none of them agreed to transfer the equity.

But the stock of Vanderbilt Railway Company, like a little devil, stirred his heartstrings.

He gritted his teeth and came to find William.

It's strange that Mr. Potato, who has been running among so many patients these days, has not gotten sick.

perhaps……

The idiot will never get sick.

"Hmph(;'д')ゞ," William asked with a humble face, "So, what are you looking for me?"

"I..." Mr. Potato was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. Before coming, he imagined that if William could sell his shares to Doug, he would get his "introduction fee".

However, at this time, when I saw William's face and his majestic appearance, my original childish thoughts were automatically shattered.

"You want to convince me to buy shares for Clayden? I'll sell them, you must have benefits." William's face still sneered, looking at Mr. Potato, whose body was trembling and sweating in cold sweat, "What benefits can you get if I'm not here. But I can sell some shares for Clayden. You go and notify Clayden and let him see me by himself."

William finished speaking, waved his hand and drove Mr. Potato away.

Mr. Potato's starch head was still a little dizzy. He walked to the door and could only hear a "humph (;'д')ゞ" from behind him.

"Can a cold make people stupid?" Mr. Tudou had a puzzled expression on his face. However, for Mr. Tudou, he would never go into delving into things that he couldn't understand.

He left the Blackhawk Bank in New Haven and rushed to the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory as fast as possible.

After the combination of winter and influenza came to New Haven, the people who died of illness every day were more than doubled than before.

Every corpse picker seems to have a good harvest.

However, although they were happy, their expressions were very serious.

They should be cautious in handling these corpses.

Ordinary dead bodies, if not dealt with, will cause plague.

For corpses that die of illness, you need to be more cautious when dealing with them.

"Just unload it there." There is a big stove in a yard backed by the Secondary Forest in the suburbs of New Haven.

The speaker was shirtless and throwing the corpse on the ground into the stove.

This is how New Haven deals with corpses.

The corpse picker heard the words of the corpse burner and unloaded the body onto the open space.

He stood a little far from the crematorium, reached out his hand and roasted the fire.

"Gaga... they are so happy... they can be so warm..." The corpse picker who often comes into contact with abnormal dead bodies seemed to have undergone some strange changes in his temperament. The whole person looked like the black smoke that could not be hovered as the body was burning as the hot air flow rose.

"If you want to be happy, I may also satisfy you." The corpse burner's face was full of sneer.

He still remembers that when he was twenty-three, it was his third year as a corpse burner, and the first year when he liked to stuff living people into incinerators and burn them alive.

Compared to the boring process of burning a dead body, the wailing of a living person is like the sound of nature.

They seemed to be in the middle of a fire, trying to crawl out of the small inlet.

But, how is that possible?

Life's desperate desire to survive is really interesting.

The corpse picker, when he heard the corpse burner's words, waved his hands repeatedly and ran away as if he was running away.

Because he knew that maybe someone else was joking about this, but for him, it was not...

The corpse burner looked at the corpse picker who was running away with evil fun, thinking in his mind, when will this corpse picker die?

Burning strange dead people is boring, but burning dead people you know is more interesting.

"Is there no one?" A young man walked out of the bunker after the corpse picker left.

"No one should be here today." The corpse burner looked at the vigorous fire and began to shovel the burning ashes from the stove.

If burning a body is a public health service that requires government funding.

Then... these bones and ashes of plants are money-making things.

Although in New England, there are not many people who farm.

However, plantations in the south like this fertilizer very much.

From the production of raw materials, to the collection of raw materials, to the conversion of raw materials to products, and finally to the sales of products.

This is a mature industrial chain...

Fill the ashes and wood ash with sacks and seal the holes.
Chapter completed!