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

Chapter 293 They actually came for me, I can't tolerate it.
The next morning, Larry went to the first-floor restaurant for breakfast and casually picked up a copy of the Boston Globe. He noticed the front page headline was "Yellow Peril Reappears! Chinese Man Beats White Youth to Death," with the subheading: "Police Arrest Chinese Man, Prosecutor Vows to Uphold the Law."

Larry frowned, sat at the table, and stared blankly at the newspaper.

Last night, Larry thought about it all night. He felt that he simply didn't have the ability to interfere with the US judiciary, and if Senator Kennedy didn't intervene, this matter would be extremely difficult to handle.

After all, this matter has little to do with him; it's just Huang Meitang's own bad luck...

This is similar to Yang Zhi selling his knife and killing the rogue Niu Er in "Water Margin". Even though it was an unintentional mistake, Yang Zhi still had to pay the price.

Subconsciously, Larry was even convincing himself that this matter had nothing to do with him. Even if he genuinely wanted to do something, it was merely satisfying a psychological urge, and couldn't truly change anything…

So, let's just give up.

Larry even felt that he had been convinced by his subconscious...

This morning, as Larry got up to eat breakfast, he repeatedly told himself to stay calm and objective, and not to be emotionally attached to anything in this world. Life will go on as usual after this.

But when Larry picked up the Boston Globe that morning, he could still clearly feel his heart churning. Memories of a past life—that he had done nothing wrong but was forced to pay a heavy price—kept surfacing in his mind.

In an instant, Larry clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. But after a moment, Larry forced himself to calm down again.

No, you can't let your emotions get the better of you! You're a stock trader. This has to be in your best interest...

Larry forced himself to calm down, and after a while, he picked up the coffee cup and put it to his lips.

Mr. Winthrop had just taken a sip of coffee when he stepped out of his room. He spotted Larry at the dining table and greeted him with a smile.

Good morning, Mr. Livingston.

“Hello, Mr. Winthrop,” Larry replied with a smile.

Winslop, with a stack of newspapers tucked under his arm, slowly walked to the breakfast table, sat down in a chair, and then placed the stack of newspapers on the table.

“Sorry, I took today’s paper to read this morning, Larry. You’re reading yesterday’s paper, it’s outdated. You should read this…”

As Mr. Winslop spoke, he pushed the new newspaper toward Larry.

Larry glanced down at the headline and his eyes narrowed. The front page headline read, "Continued Unveiling: Chinese Murderer is Laundering His Stolen Funds Through Laundry and Bubble Tea Shops."

Larry glanced at the newspaper, then looked up at Mr. Winthrop, who still wore a warm and polite expression, his face completely genuine.

Larry wondered to himself: Doesn't Mr. Winthrop know that I have connections with the bubble tea shop and the convenience store? What does he mean by pushing this newspaper in front of me?
Is this a warning or a hint?
Judging from the other person's expression, it didn't seem like he was implying or showing off anything; he was just the same as before.

Larry was a little confused. He pretended to be engrossed in reading the newspaper and tried to recall the information carefully. After sorting it out, he realized that Mr. Winthrop really did not have any knowledge of his connection with the bubble tea shop or convenience store.

Previously, his interactions with his inner circle were usually limited to the Browning Brothers or Henry Ford. This editor-in-chief was aware of his connections to the arms and technology industries. He probably had no idea of ​​his connection to convenience stores and bubble tea shops… This is likely a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Larry quickly glanced at the newspaper article, then turned to Mr. Winthrop with a smile and said,

"Sir, is this report based on new information uncovered by your reporters? Aren't those Chinese people already locked up in Chinatown? How could they be involved in money laundering if they can't get out?"

Mr. Winthrop raised an eyebrow, a curious smile on his face. "Oh, Larry, you're inventing new terms again. What does 'money laundering' mean?"

“Just as you reported, money obtained through shady channels is turned into legal money.” Larry tapped his finger on the newspaper.

“Oh my god, money laundering! That’s such a vivid word, I have to write it down.” Winthrop actually found a pencil in the kitchen and dining room and wrote the word on the blank space of the newspaper.

Larry didn't care about himself and invented a word that would be commonly used in later generations. After the editor-in-chief's novelty wore off, he continued to relentlessly probe.

"Sir, do you really think those Chinese people have such great power? As far as I know, they've always been quite well-behaved!"

Winthrop smiled, glanced at Larry, and replied softly, "...Larry, although you're young, you should know that we in the media industry also need to be mindful of interpersonal relationships..."

After a few seconds, Winslop saw Larry nod in agreement before continuing to reveal the secrets of the news media.

"To be honest, this news was published at the behest of a big shot. We can only guarantee that we don't lie, but we can't guarantee that our words won't be misinterpreted by others."

Larry's eyes narrowed, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He thought to himself, "So that's how it is. Someone's taking advantage of this situation to fish in troubled waters."

They even targeted bubble tea shops and laundromats; this is clearly a veiled attack.

But who is this person? It certainly isn't Kennedy. Even if he wanted to accumulate political capital, he wouldn't just hand over the bubble tea shop project that he had worked so hard to acquire.

Larry turned to Winthrop. “Sir, I’ve heard about this case, but I’ve heard it was manslaughter. The problem is, this article won’t just fail to bring justice to that Chinese man, it might also drag all Chinese Americans into this… Isn’t that too broad a target?”

Since Larry met Mr. Winthrop, he had been all smiles and composed. But when Larry asked the question, his face became unnatural. The smile was still on his face, but his eyes and brows were filled with embarrassment and a hint of anger.

He coughed twice to cover his unease, then turned to Larry and said seriously, "You may have misunderstood. There aren't such terrible consequences. My esteemed friend just wanted to give those restless Chinese a warning. This isn't against journalistic ethics; on the contrary, it's a piece of good advice." Larry quickly nodded, giving him a way out. "Yes, I was just curious. In that case, your esteemed friend's intentions were actually good."

Winslop tapped his fingers on the table and said loudly, "Yes, that's exactly what it means. It's a warning, and also a reprimand to the Chinese."

Larry nodded and changed the subject. He knew that although Winslop seemed very kind, someone who had been in his position for so long was definitely a shrewd person.

If I continue to probe him, it will easily alert him.

However, knowing from him that this was personally instructed by a big shot was enough! All I needed to do was send Mr. K to inquire, using threats and US dollars... I wouldn't have to worry about not finding out that name.

After breakfast, Larry returned to his apartment, dressed neatly, and made sure to put the $1 back into his pocket before taking a horse-drawn carriage to Chinatown.

As soon as Larry stepped off the carriage, he saw a young Italian man waving at him from the entrance of Ping An Lane in Chinatown. This was one of the men who had accompanied Matthew in New York.

“Sir!” the young Italian man addressed Larry with the same formality he used in New York. “Mr. K asked me to wait for you here. If he sees you, he wants you to call him. He says he has something to report to you…”

Larry was taken aback. "When did Mr. K get a phone call?"

The young man scratched his head. "I don't know, but that's what he said." Then, he handed over a slip of paper with a phone number written on it.

Larry frowned, picked up the note and looked at it, then walked to the side of the street to a high-end hotel called the Oriental Hotel.

In the United States these days, making a phone call is a luxury and a real hassle. Someone like Larry, who urgently needs to make a call, would have to find a high-end hotel or a transportation hub like a train station to even have a chance.

“Hello, I need to make a phone call!” Larry said to the person behind the counter, who led him to a quiet room where there was a telephone.

Larry dialed the number, and the phone was answered after only two rings.

"Hello! This is 717 Convenience Store." The voice on the phone had a buzzing static.

“I’m looking for Mr. K,” Larry said.

"Boss! It's me, my God, I've been waiting for your call. Are you in Chinatown? I have something important to report to you."

Larry suddenly had a bad feeling and said in a deep voice, "Speak!"

“Someone’s been probing us… You know, our convenience store business is like a grocery store, and people have been trying to extort protection money from us for a while now. But I’ve been the one handling this, and I’ve even bribed a few members of the Brotherhood…” Mr. K started rambling on and on.

“Get to the point! Phone calls are very expensive,” Larry couldn’t help but interrupt him.

"Oh, yes, that's right. Boss, some of my underworld friends told me that someone is probing us. They want to know information including the relationship between the convenience store and the bubble tea shop."

Who owns and operates the convenience store? They also want to know if Chinese people are involved in its operation…

Larry's heart tightened. If the Chinese were the clue the other side had found, then the big shot behind them must have started digging deeper for intelligence by following the lead from the bubble tea shop...

Trying to find out the real shareholders is like digging your own grave...

The person behind this has quite an appetite.

After Mr. K finished reporting the situation, Larry pursed his lips and said after a few seconds, "Old K, you should know what I mean. This guy wants to make us pay. Instead of waiting to be killed, we should take the initiative. Use your connections to help me investigate and find out who exactly is behind this."

"Okay, boss! That's what I mean. As long as you agree, I'll get started." Mr. K's voice was light and clear on the phone.

“Also, I have a lead here,” Larry then passed on the information he had received from Mr. Winthrop that morning to Mr. K.

"...So, on the other hand, we also need to start with the newspaper, find the editor who wrote the editorial, either give him some money or shake his fist at him. In short, we must find the person who is trying to find out our secrets first."

"Good heavens, such a thing actually happened. Don't worry, boss, leave this to me!" Mr. K readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Larry calmly walked out of the phone booth, slapped down two dollars for the call on the counter, and then politely left the hotel.

He beckoned the young man to follow him, and strode towards the laundry room in Ping'an Lane. When he saw the laundry sign, Larry stopped, feeling a sense of relief.

I was so anxious and insecure before, I even considered staying out of it. Now it's clear that the person behind me was actually watching me all along…

Now, he had no reason to abandon Huang Meitang. Because this damned, cannibalistic world was playing a game of "who's the coward," where taking a step back meant falling into an abyss, being torn apart by wolves…

I can only move forward, not backward! Now, saving Huang Meitang is saving myself.

In this shitty legal society, when someone tries to use the rule of law to frame me, I'll see if money can blast a crack in this legal system.

(End of this chapter)