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

Chapter 167 How to Change the Current Situation

After Kennedy said "short Carnegie Steel," Larry paused for a moment.

He hadn't really thought about this before, because he was only thinking about the thrill of taking revenge on Carnegie and upholding justice by taking advantage of the Democratic Party's partisan struggle. He really didn't expect to take the opportunity to short sell.

But Kennedy was convinced that Larry was just creating hype to complete his insider trading. So, smiling, he put his hand on Larry's shoulder and said...
"It's alright. I think it's perfectly normal to make money while taking the opportunity. Besides, isn't that the point of our cooperation?"

As he spoke, Kennedy smiled and strode toward his carriage.

But these words made Larry feel uneasy again. A strange feeling instantly made Larry's mind go blank and his heart feel heavy.

Larry thought to himself, "Does Kennedy think I can't live without him either?" But if someone only knows insider trading, what's the difference between him and someone who has invested all their money in one stock and is just one step away from going bankrupt?

Larry vaguely felt that he couldn't rely too much on insider trading and had to come up with another way.

After seeing Kennedy off, Larry continued to arrange the bubble tea project in silence, allowing Logan to go to the disabled workers in the old South City to select the first batch of bubble tea shop owners.

After finishing this matter and returning to his apartment, Larry was still sullen. It wasn't that he felt morally guilty about insider trading, but rather that he felt his fate was beginning to be controlled by others.

Not long after, Matthew arrived (he now lived in the apartment above Larry's) and told Larry that the machinery needed for the gun factory had been installed and that they could set off for the Concord industrial area the next morning.

Larry nodded blankly and casually asked, "Is William going?"

Matthew shrugged and said, "He can't, he's afraid his mother will find out... Oh, by the way, I just found out a few days ago that William Boeing ran away from home to work without telling his family, they all thought he was in school!"

Larry was taken aback, quickly stood up, and frowned, saying, "Oh! How can this be? What if his stepfather and mother find out? Won't they cause us trouble?"

Matthew nodded emphatically.

Larry pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "No, I have to talk to him about this someday. He should go to school when he's supposed to. If he runs away at such a young age, the police will think we're human traffickers. Besides, with his intelligence and abilities, the more he learns, the more he'll achieve in the future."

Matthew nodded in agreement again, without saying anything.
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The next day, Matthew and Larry arrived in the city center early.

Matthew went to William Boeing to check the mechanics, while Larry went straight to Bratt's Bookstore, found the old owner, and subtly expressed his request.

"Sir, my dilemma is that many investment opportunities I encounter now stem from insider manipulation, rather than opportunities I genuinely discover and lead. I feel that following insider information is leading me into a sweet trap, much like the addiction to cigars. If this continues, I'll surely find it hard to resist the temptation and become a slave to insider information. Is there any way to break free from this trap in a book?"

The old shop manager looked at Larry, his mustache twitching, and said with a smile,

"Oh, child, it seems you've taken my advice to heart and know to seek answers from the accumulated knowledge of humankind when faced with problems!"

Larry nodded heavily. "Yes, sir, you're right. What should I do? When can I get rid of this curse of insider information?"

The old shopkeeper stroked his beard and looked at Larry intently.

In this day and age, making money from insider information is no big deal, and even Larry openly admits it.

But therein lies the problem: even though the moths know the candle is burning, they are destined to fly up to it because they cannot resist the allure of the warm flame.

But the blond boy was thinking about how to keep his distance from this deadly temptation!

This is not something an ordinary person could think of.

The old shopkeeper looked at Larry seriously, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "I think I've seen a book like that before... I'll have to spend some time looking for it. How about this, come find me after you've finished your business, Sunday or Monday is fine, I'll see if I can find the book myself."

Larry thanked the old shop owner and then left the bookstore.

When we arrived at the dock, Mr. Dunbar had also arrived, and various machines were undergoing final fixing.

At 11 a.m., Larry, Matthew, and Mr. Dunbar set off for Concord in a small barge loaded with machinery. However, William Boeing learned that Larry knew he had dropped out of school to work and had fled to Paine Weber Securities Company, fearing he would be scolded.

Larry didn't have time to lecture him and thought he could only have a proper talk with him on Monday.

The steam barge traveled for a full six hours before arriving at the Concord industrial area.

John Browning had known for some time that the two were coming and had been waiting on the dock. When he saw the barge and Matthew and Larry standing on it, he happily raised his hands and waved to them repeatedly.

When the barge arrived at the port, the local staff that John Browning had hired began to help the sailors unload the cargo.

By the time all the machinery was unloaded, it was already dark. The sailors and workers on the barge gathered around the fire to rest, and Larry waved to Matthew with a smile.

Matthew smiled knowingly, went into the cabin and took out a 20-liter can of milk tea, which he heated next to the fire. Then he went into the cabin again and took out a "Pioneer Barbecue" grill, adjusted it, and placed a multi-layered grill wrapped in oil paper on it, letting the grill rotate continuously.

When everyone saw the vertically arranged barbecue grills, their faces lit up with curiosity.

Before long, the meat on the grill was cooked, and the milk tea in the tin bucket emitted a fragrant aroma.

"It smells delicious! What is this?!" The workers and sailors couldn't sit still any longer and gathered around the barbecue grill, peering intently.

Larry poured milk tea into everyone's cups, while Matthew put the roast meat into the tortillas. Over the campfire, they made everyone a convenient and delicious roast meat and milk tea feast.

Everyone's mouths were covered in oil from eating, and after finishing, they still licked their fingers with lingering relish, raising their cups high to pour the last drop of milk tea into their mouths.

The unanimous opinion was: the milk tea was delicious, and the wraps were tasty!
After they finished eating, Larry noticed that Mr. Dunbar and John Browning had not yet appeared.

Larry searched around and found them in the steel structure processing workshop, where the two were intently discussing the processing procedures.

Mr. Dunbar, a veteran of many battles, also had his own views on weapons. He proposed the concept that weapons must be as close as possible to the user's usage habits, and should not make the user feel awkward, confused, or inconvenienced.

John Browning was still a little unclear about what Mr. Dunbar meant, but Larry had already summarized it for him: this is the ergonomics of weapons, aiming to maximize operational efficiency, minimize physiological load, and enhance safety redundancy!
Specifically, this means ensuring comfortable grip, appropriate materials and weight distribution, optimized control layout, and that recoil and weapon center of gravity are adequately considered to suit the user's comfort level...

After Larry finished speaking, Mr. Dunbar nodded heavily in agreement, saying that what Larry said was exactly what he wanted to express.

John Browning stared blankly at Larry for a moment, then rushed to his room to get a small notebook. He then ran back to Larry and asked earnestly, "Mr. Larry Livingston, could you please repeat that? I want to write down what you just said in my notebook!"
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Larry and Mr. Dunbar didn't get back to Boston until Sunday afternoon.

Matthew stayed in Concord to help his brother set up the factory and with its trial run.

After Larry and Mr. Dunbar got off the train, they first visited the convenience store that was in trial operation and found that business was very good.

“Where’s Mr. K? Why isn’t he here?!” Larry asked.

The two young Italian men minding the shop laughed and said that business was booming; even before the official opening, many items were already out of stock. Mr. K arranged for someone to retrieve goods from the warehouse, while he went to contact the manufacturer to order more.

“Oh, okay. How many days have you been open?” Larry asked with a smile.

The young waiter, also beaming, replied, "Today is only the first day of our soft opening!"

Larry nodded, thinking to himself that all three projects were going smoothly and were on track, which was good.

My next and most important goal is to get to New York as soon as possible and deal with my gold coins...

What exactly would a $40 gold coin look like? Larry couldn't even imagine it right now.

But most importantly, transfer the gold coins to your own account as soon as possible, otherwise things might get complicated.

After leaving the convenience store, Larry and Mr. Dunbar headed to Bratt's Bookstore. For the past few days, Larry had been preoccupied with his gold coins and the books he'd asked the old shopkeeper to find for him.

With a "clang," the doorbell rang crisply as the bookstore door was pushed open.

The old shopkeeper looked up at the sound and saw Larry leading an older man into the bookstore. A smile appeared on his face.

Larry walked up to the old shop owner, held up three large bottles of Coke, and said with a smile, "This time it's on me!"

The old shopkeeper smiled, ignoring Cola, and turned to take a beautifully bound book box from the bookshelf behind him. He carefully placed it on the counter, then untied the ribbon binding the box, pushed a thick book with a leather cover in front of Larry, and said with a smile,
"My child, this book will guide you to the Olympus of investing. It is the most insightful investment book I have ever seen, and it should resolve all your confusion!"

Larry stared at the book's title and was immediately stunned.

He placed the Coke on the counter, gently pressed his hands against the dent in the book title, and a strange expression appeared on his face...

"What's wrong, kid?" The old shopkeeper was a little confused by Larry's reaction, not knowing why Larry had such an expression.

Larry picked up the book, smiled wryly at the old shopkeeper, and said, "Thank you, sir... I really need it, but what surprises me is that someone already gave me this book... I just didn't cherish it, I didn't read it carefully..."

Mr. Dunbar, standing nearby, was very curious and tilted his head to look at the title of the thick leather book—"The Great Madness: Extraordinary Popular Fantasies and Mass Madness."

(End of this chapter)