Reborn in America, I am a legendary short seller on Wall Street.

Chapter 130 The People Logan Brought
On Monday morning, February 22, Larry arrived at Paine Weber Securities as usual.

As soon as Larry entered, his eyes lit up when he saw Logan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, standing in the business department, talking to several familiar young men and traders.

"Logan, what brings you here?" Larry said with a smile.

Logan grinned and said, "Come see you guys... Oh, I wish I were still in the brokerage. I only realized how damn hard it is to run a physical business after I went to Mr. Hemings' place. It's much better to work in a securities firm!"

Logan's remark drew laughter from several of his colleagues.

Someone called out, "Logan, weren't you going to England? You're back so soon?"

Logan squinted at him and casually said, "I can't stand their fish and chips. Their food is terrible. Everyone says Britain is the world's most developed country, but to me, I bet even Queen Victoria didn't eat as well as we do!"

Logan's words drew laughter from his colleagues once again.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Logan pulled Larry into the small reception room, closed the door, and took out a Colt revolver from his pocket.

Larry raised an eyebrow, quickly took the gun in his hand, and asked, "My handgun? Oh, your old man finally remembered to give it back to me..."

Logan smiled shyly, revealing a row of white teeth.

After the joke, Larry said seriously to Logan, "Aren't you in the police station? Aren't you afraid that appearing in public now will cause trouble for you again, perhaps even involving Rostan's gang?"

Logan pointed to the door with his thumb and whispered, "My dad assigned me a weird old guy to guard me. He's a great shot, a hero from the Civil War, but he went west and hung out with the Native Americans..."

Larry paused, then blurted out, "Dancing with wolves?"

Dunbar from "Dances with Wolves"
Logan frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

“Nothing!” Larry waved his hand. “...Then why did he come back?”

Logan explained, “He’s originally from Boston, and he’s almost 50. He’s unmarried, has no family, is a bit cynical, and difficult to get along with. He usually hangs out in the old South Side. My dad took pity on him and got him a job as a private investigator, which is basically just being a hired security guard.”

Larry nodded. "That's usually how it is. Capable people often have somewhat eccentric personalities."

Logan seemed to have something to say, but after glancing at Larry, a look of hesitation crossed his face.

Larry saw this, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong? You seem hesitant to speak..."

“I want to borrow some money from you…” Logan hesitated for a moment, as if it were shameful to ask his friend for money, but after saying this, his eyes showed a firm and determined light.

"What do you need money for? Don't you still have $4000 saved up? What, not enough?" Larry asked.

“It’s not me… Do you remember the tragedy in front of Carnegie Steel? The Pinkerton detectives raided the workers… Many of the workers were in the old South District, and they lost their ability to work because of gunshot wounds. Now they have to send their children out to support their families. I want to help them…” Logan told Larry his thoughts haltingly.

Logan had been tormented by witnessing the massacre at New Holmesburg. He usually suppressed this inner torment, but recently he was hiding in a safe house in the old town with an old security guard when he unexpectedly discovered that many of the working families who had lost their ability to work were right next to him.

This discovery suddenly opened a crack in Logan's long-dormant heart.

On one hand, Logan felt sorry for those children;
On the other hand, deep down, Logan always felt that the money he made by going long on "Carnegie Steel" was not clean! When he saw those struggling workers, Logan always thought that he should give that money back to the children.

Larry frowned and nodded after listening. He understood Logan's good intentions. This guy seemed loud and boisterous on the surface, but he was very soft-hearted inside.

Sometimes, Larry felt that Logan and he were two extremes. He seemed friendly and easy to get along with on the surface, but once he made up his mind, he wouldn't be bound by morality.

For example, Larry didn't feel any remorse for making money off Carnegie's massacre of workers...

After thinking for a moment, Larry said thoughtfully, "Brother, I can lend you the money. But how many people can you help by yourself? You can buy them bread today, but what about tomorrow? They have to survive on their own, don't they?"

Logan scratched his head instinctively, unsure of what to do.

Larry patted Logan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "How about this? You still have $4000, right? Take it out, open an account here, and in a couple of days there'll be an opportunity to make some money. Once you've made some, you can help them however you want. That'll be my way of helping you, okay?"

Logan suddenly looked up at Larry, a smile spreading across his face. "Great! Following you will definitely be the right choice."

Thursday was the day Larry and Kennedy agreed to set up the Metropolitan Gaming House.

However, Larry had no intention of getting involved in this mess this time, nor did he arrange for Mr. K's team to make money at the betting company. After all, this money was not easy to obtain, and if someone caught them doing something wrong, there could be many hidden dangers.

Mr. K and his team are now working diligently to open a convenience store.

A while ago, Mr. K made a whopping $1.1 with Larry, making a killing. Larry decided to put him out of the loop, so he arranged for him to work on opening a convenience store.

However, now that Mr. K has money, he plans to open three stores at once, and he is currently surveying locations throughout the city.

Subconsciously, Larry felt he should also give his brother Logan a break; since he was here today, he might as well let him make a little money along with him.

Logan, having heard Larry's "get-rich-quick advice," didn't want to wait a moment longer. He quickly said goodbye to Larry and prepared to withdraw his $3860 from the bank to open an account at Paine Weber Securities.

Larry smiled as he saw Logan off, then went to the trading floor to prepare for Thursday's trading.

Through the glass of the branch, Larry saw Logan hurrying towards the nearest First National Bank in Boston, followed closely by a tall, weathered-looking man.

Larry turned to look at the price list, but his mind kept replaying Logan's words...

"Should we help the workers' children? But simply providing aid isn't a solution!"

Larry frowned slightly, pondering in his mind that he could only provide immediate relief, not long-term support; he needed to find them some suitable livelihoods.

What can we do for those teenagers?
We can't just send them to work as child laborers in factories like Larry, who died in the furnace at Carnegie Steel, can we?
It would be best to do something easy that can also make some money...

Larry's thoughts drifted back to his past life, wondering what kind of good business on the street would be suitable for disabled workers and young children...

As Larry thought about it, his eyes lit up. He thought to himself that there really were some businesses that were suitable for them to do, which could make money and give them a good reputation. This was something they could do!
(End of this chapter)