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

Chapter 163 The Ideal Son-in-Law
That evening, Larry talked with Mr. Dunbar for a long time. It was clear that Mr. Dunbar's time on the reservation with the Native Americans had completely changed him.

Dunbar's experiences instilled in him a deep hatred for so-called "patriotism" and "freedom." Whenever there was an Independence Day parade in Boston, he would immediately close his doors and windows, even stuffing cloth strips under the doors to block out the noise. He believed these slogans masked the colonists' plunder and slaughter of Native American lands.

Dunbar witnessed his warhorse being shot, the Sioux camp being burned down, and the Native American warriors and women who had taken him in being killed one by one. Their scalps were ripped off and placed on a wagon along with the bound "traitors."

He missed the reservation, but never dared to return there in his life... He was often ashamed of having a white face.

Mr. Dunbar would often light a campfire on the banks of the Charles River and try to talk to it, as if that campfire were the same as the one the tribe had on the eve of the white army's raid; and it could tell its younger self, more than a decade ago, to be vigilant and beware of its compatriots' attacks on the Native Americans.

By the end, Larry even thought it was a miracle that Mr. Dunbar could still maintain the rationality of an ordinary person and chat with them without going crazy.

But Mr. Dunbar believed that this was his greatest tragedy—living rationally but painfully was worse than simply going insane...

When Larry left that night, he placed the $500 he had received from Henry Goldman on the table and told Mr. Dunbar that it was an advance on his wages. He also suggested that Mr. Dunbar improve his living conditions a little, eat better, but not drink too much alcohol.

Dunbar looked up at Larry and said sincerely, "Sometimes, traveling around with you guys makes me feel better. I don't need the money; I don't need to improve my life!"

Larry smiled, pointed to the indigo blue on the wall, and comforted him, "Live well for the sake of the people you love!"

Larry then picked up his hat, without looking at Dunbar, and turned to leave the cabin.
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Larry woke up very early the next morning.

Perhaps it was because he had talked too much with Mr. Dunbar the day before, or perhaps it was because he had drunk too much, but Larry felt a bit of a headache. He rested on the bed for a long time, holding his forehead, before going to the bathroom to take a shower. After washing up, he realized he was a little hungry and wanted to have some breakfast!
Mrs. Winthrop's maid usually prepares an extra breakfast and places it in the first-floor dining room, because some of the tenants may need to eat breakfast unexpectedly.

However, if you want to enjoy this breakfast, you should go early, otherwise you'll have to find another coffee shop outside to have breakfast.

Larry, wearing a shirt and a casually draped jacket over his shoulders, opened the door to his room and went downstairs.

Larry froze when he saw the breakfast table. He rubbed his eyes, as if he were hallucinating...

Matthew Browning was sitting at the table having breakfast, and Mr. Winthrop was also sitting nearby, the two of them chatting.

Larry frowned, thinking, "Wasn't Matthew supposed to be going to a banquet? How did we end up here?"

"Good morning, Mr. Livingston!" Maid Carmel spotted Larry coming downstairs and greeted him quickly.

"Hello! Good morning!" After Larry greeted Carmel, he was met with the horrified gazes of Mr. Winthrop and Matthew...

Larry then greeted them, "Good morning, Mr. Winthrop. Good morning, Matthew!"

Matthew stared blankly at Larry as he descended the stairs, his face filled with embarrassment and confusion.
"My brother, what, you live here?"

Larry, sitting opposite Matthew, pointed to Mr. Winthrop on his left and said, "Yes! I'm Mr. Winthrop's tenant!"

Matthew's face flushed slightly as he stared down at his coffee.

Mr. Winthrop, seeing the situation between the two, smiled and explained, “Oh, Matthew is my guest. I heard he had nowhere to stay in Boston, so I invited him to stay here temporarily.”

Larry nodded, thinking to himself that it was obvious; Matthew must have been referring to this dinner party yesterday.

The maid, Carmel, brought coffee and breakfast and placed them in front of Larry. Larry didn't stand on ceremony and ate breakfast with the two of them.

After a while, Mr. Winthrop finished eating, stood up, politely apologized to the two of them, and then went back to his room.

Larry picked up his coffee, looking at Matthew with a smile. "Tell me, what's going on? You said you were going to a banquet yesterday, so this is where you came from. Why didn't you invite me along?"

Matthew's blush hadn't faded yet; he just chuckled softly and then said...
"...Last time I went to Walden Pond, Mr. Winthrop invited me to visit his house whenever I had time. A few days ago in Hartford, I wanted to ask him about a patent. I sent a telegram to his newspaper using the business card he gave me. When Mr. Winthrop learned that I was coming back on Tuesday night, he called the post office to say that he had prepared a dinner party and that I must come to the dinner that night."

Larry nodded, gazing at the ceiling, and said softly, "Let me guess, I'm afraid the people having dinner aren't just you and Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop, but also their daughter..."

Upon hearing Larry's guess, Matthew smiled but remained silent.

Mrs. Winthrop has a young daughter who just graduated from girls' school last year and now works at the church, Larry had heard from Carmel.

Larry had thought of this while having breakfast and felt that it was highly likely that Mr. Winthrop had taken a liking to Matthew as his son-in-law.

Larry frowned and said, "Hey, I was saying that when you went to Walden Pond, you and Mr. Winthrop got along so well, did you already know then that he had a daughter who wasn't married yet?"

Matthew quickly said, "Absolutely not. I only found out last night... that he has a daughter. At first, I thought he was just very enthusiastic."

Larry laughed and lowered his voice, asking, "Stop with the nonsense, how's that woman?"

Matthew blushed again, and after a while he said, "...Yeah, it's fine." At that moment, suppressed laughter suddenly came from next door. Larry blinked and immediately recognized it as the laughter of the maid, Carmel.

Matthew fell silent again, quickly picked up his coffee and took a sip to hide his embarrassment.

Larry laughed, tapped his fingers on the table, and said, "If you think it's good, stay. You're going to settle in Boston anyway. I guess I've indirectly done a good deed."

Matthew quickly looked up and said, "No, I still have to go to Concord to help my brother tidy up the factory!"

Larry waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, you can stay here and take charge of recruitment. Your brother needs a few skilled workers, and we have to find them in Boston. Also, you need to invent the cash register and the vertical oven as soon as possible; I need them right away. I'll make a trip to Concord and bring some temporary helpers and some money to your brother's place... Oh, right, you need to have your brother come back first; we need to register the company."

Hearing this, Matthew laughed and said, "My brother can't wait to get there and develop the land. He's already hired some local workers to renovate the processing workshop. In addition, he's entrusted me with the entire task of registering the company."

Larry nodded and said, "Alright, let's do it as soon as possible. Let's go to Paine Weber Securities today and ask William how his preparations are going."
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At 9:30 a.m., the two arrived at Paine Weber Securities Company. Larry first went to Mr. Wallace to formally complete the resignation procedures before walking outside the business hall, where Matthew and William Boeing were checking the items to be purchased with a small book.

William wasn't very tall; he looked like a child standing next to Matthew, but he was extremely serious, constantly talking while holding a small notebook.
"The hydraulic forging hammer has been arranged; it's a local Boston product. The furnace is also available; I found it at a secondhand market in the industrial area, priced at $200..."

Larry walked up to the two men, and William Boeing immediately noticed him, greeting him with a smile, "Mr. Livingston, it's a pleasure to see you."

Larry quickly waved his hand and said, "You guys get down to business first!"

William nodded, then picked up his notebook and continued checking the various items Matthew had ordered.

Matthew looked at the notebook filled with densely packed equipment names and order addresses, a look of surprise on his face. After William Boeing Jr. finished his report, Matthew couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"You're really something, William. You found sellers for all the machines I asked for so quickly. I'm really impressed."

“No, sir, there are still three pieces of equipment that haven’t arrived yet. I still need to find them, but it shouldn’t be difficult. I can send a telegram to Detroit. If Boston doesn’t have these machines, Detroit definitely will!” William said proudly.

Larry was extremely surprised and squinted as he asked, "Wait, you have connections in Detroit? How do you know the machine prices there?"

William paused, a look of unease crossing his face. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Uncle Durant... oh, he's my stepfather. He's in the machinery trade in Detroit. In fact, he's the biggest machinery trader in Detroit. If he doesn't have it, you probably can't find it anywhere else on the East Coast..."

Larry nodded, acknowledging William Boeing's work, before saying, "Okay, I'll go and notify the business agent for the registration company to get Browning Brothers Firearms Manufacturing Company registered right now, and then we'll invest and officially get started!"

Matthew nodded to Larry, and William Boeing raised his fist. The two had been working on the gun company for a long time recently, and now William Boeing considered Matthew a colleague and the gun company his own.

Just then, Mr. Dunbar arrived. He was still wearing the same old coat, but he had changed his shirt.

As a registered detective, he carried a pistol on his waist. At that moment, Dunbar strode over with the strides of a soldier, his face calm.

No one who sees him would imagine that he is a person with so many stories.

Larry greeted him and said, "You've come at the right time, Uncle Dunbar, come with me to run some errands!"

Mr. Dunbar nodded, turned and went to the road to wave at the carriage in the distance.

Next, Larry took a carriage to a business manager to inquire about the progress of registering Browning Brothers Firearms Company. He was told that the registration was complete and only the capital injection was needed.

Larry immediately used his "New England United Capital" account to transfer $6 to Browning Brothers Firearms' bank account, thus completing his investment.

Next, the equity distribution and articles of association for the new company need to be formally signed. Larry plans to bring Matthew over this afternoon to help with the process, since John Browning has already entrusted the registration to Matthew.

Larry then remembered that this week was also the time when Ford Motor Company would officially receive its three-way investment, so he had the bank's agent transfer $10 from New England United Capital Company to Southport Industrial Capital Fund.

After the transfer was completed, New England United Capital Company had only $14 left in its account.

Larry then received his bank transfer receipt and thought that Mr. Kennedy should be back by now. Later this week, he should go to the Southport Industrial Complex to see if Mr. Ford had managed to finish his Model A car amidst his "busy schedule".

Larry smiled at the thought of Henry Ford.

Deep down, Larry greatly admired people like Henry Ford, who possessed both the visionary insight of an inventor and the shrewd calculations of a businessman.

If he weren't a rival in the battle for control, Larry would have been more than happy to see what methods Henry Ford used to oust the other minority shareholders after the factory was officially operational. That would have been a textbook example of a battle for control.

Unfortunately, Henry Ford encountered himself at this time, which was truly regrettable and there was nothing that could be done.

Larry could only leave him speechless, unable to express his bitterness.

(End of this chapter)