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

Chapter 200 A person in the wrong place is trash (2 chapters today, 1 more to be added tomorrow)
After a brief standoff, Matthew gave in.

Matthew whispered, "Actually, my brother's original design was for a pointed bullet, but I persuaded him to give it up. Besides the fact that our rifles are ultimately intended for the US military, the US doesn't currently have pointed bullets. We don't have the capability to design a bullet on our own, so this task has to be handed over to Springfield Armory."

Larry also realized he had been a bit too harsh, and lowered his voice to echo Matthew's words.

“My brother, take my advice. The significance of our production of advanced rifles is to create a new era, not to compete with those shoddy rifles of the old era. Believe me, this rifle must use pointed bullets.”

Matthew hesitated for a moment, then nodded and continued.

"But... what about the ammunition? We can occasionally get a batch of Mauser bullets for commercial use such as hunting, but if we want to conduct large-scale testing, we need tens of thousands of rounds. Even if we ask the National Rifle Association for help, we won't get more than 500 rounds, which is obviously not enough for testing a rifle."

As he spoke, Matthew continued, "We're a startup arms company, without the powerful capabilities of companies like Colt, so we have to be careful when it comes to purchasing bullets. It has to be legal, and we need enough bullets. That's the problem."

Larry thought for a few seconds, then turned and asked, "Could we take our rifles to Europe for testing?"

Matthew shook his head firmly and said, "No! There's no problem with the procedures. We can certainly use the excuse of civilian firearms to test them in Europe, or cooperate with local private arms factories, and have the European company issue an 'invitation' under the guise of 'technical exchange,' 'assessing the possibility of contract manufacturing,' or 'joint exhibition,' to bring the rifle samples into the country as 'industrial samples.' This would greatly simplify customs procedures and provide a layer of political protection..."

At this point, Matthew turned to Larry and continued,

"The problem is not in the procedure, but in the substance. Because our prototype cannot obtain a finalized patent, our rifle technology can be easily stolen. At present, military espionage in Europe is rampant. I believe that as soon as our firearms appear in legal firearms testing grounds in Europe, the attention of companies such as Krupp, Skoda, Mauser, and FN will soon come to us."

They might initially try to buy your rifles at a low price, but if you refuse, they'll bribe your team, steal your blueprints, and even target the gun engineers—they only need to see the disassembly process once to reverse engineer most of the designs and quickly apply for patents.

Larry nodded, and with Matthew's further consideration, he continued, "They might even accuse us of being spies, or have us suffer 'accidents' during testing, like a barrel explosion destroying the weapon, or getting caught up in a random fight in a bar and dying, right..."

Matthew nodded heavily.

After thinking for a while, Larry suddenly laughed.

Matthew frowned at Larry, who patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, there's nothing money can't buy in this day and age. I'm planning a trip to New York to get you some legally and legitimately... By the way, how many bullets did you need?"

"1 rounds! 2 rounds would be better!" Matthew corrected.

“Okay, I’ll legally get you 2 rounds of Mauser rifle ammunition.” As he spoke, Larry turned to look out the window and continued, “Professional matters should be handled by professionals!”

Larry could already picture the two Goldman Sachs figures, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.
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At 10 a.m., Larry and Mr. Dunbar had already ridden their horses to the train station.

They went straight to the 717-Eleven convenience store at the train station.

Mr. K was chatting with Logan and instructing the waiters on how to greet the guests when he saw Larry and Mr. Dunbar arrive in a flurry. A smile spread across his face.

"Hey, boss! Are you here to give us work instructions again?"

Larry dismounted and immediately saw Logan, saying, "Logan, you're here! That's great."

As he spoke, Larry looked at Mr. K and Logan and said together, "I just spoke with Mr. Kennedy. He has finalized our acquisition plan. He will send lawyers to draft the operational plan and dispatch an intervention team. They will arrive in Chinatown around Monday to make contact. Logan, you must have a very detailed handover with them and prepare all the accounts and materials."

"Oh, okay!" Logan nodded, but then a look of hesitation crossed his face, as if he had something to say.

“We’re heading to New York, so we’re leaving the horses with you, Mr. K. Take good care of them,” Larry continued to instruct.

"Okay! Don't worry, I'll personally feed them hay and carrots. If they get too thin, you can deduct my salary!" Mr. K said lazily.

Larry nodded, then remembered something and said, "Oh, right, where's my bicycle? I remember giving it to you guys to do something for me. Where is it now?"

Mr. K's face paled. He frowned, stared at the sky for a few seconds, and quickly said, "...I...I fucking forgot. I can't remember where this thing is..."

Then, Mr. K met Larry's cold eyes and continued, "...It's alright, boss. Wait for my good news. I'll definitely find your bicycle when you get back from New York!"

Larry nodded slightly at him, then turned to them and said, "Alright, we're leaving then! You can do what you need to do." Seeing Larry about to leave, Logan walked over and stood beside him, whispering, "Larry, can I talk to you about something?"

Larry had already noticed his constipated expression and said calmly, "Is it because you don't want to take responsibility for the bubble tea shop incident?"

Logan blushed and laughed, "...It's not that I don't want to, it's that I really don't have the ability. Let me be honest with you, I've completely entrusted my current job to Mr. Huang. He's very capable and has a great business sense. How about I take care of some other things for you?"

Larry looked at Logan's eager eyes and gave a cold laugh.

Larry had also considered this matter. After several tests, Logan's loyalty was beyond question, and he could be relied on in critical moments, but organizational skills were not his strong suit.

Logan's true value is best demonstrated by handling specific tasks on a platform.

Since he himself didn't want to, and with Kennedy's involvement, Larry felt that his so-called title of "operator" might not necessarily need to continue.

After a moment's thought, Larry asked, "What did your father say?"

Logan said solemnly, "My father said that it would be good to cooperate with the senator, but I shouldn't take too much of a stake. He told me to keep only 5% of the shares and to follow the senator's lead in everything."

"But what if you don't become a manager..."

“Then I’ll transfer the shares to my dad! Let him join in the fun with the senator!” Logan replied with a smile.

Larry thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "In that case, come with me. Let's go to New York together!"

Logan's eyes widened as he asked, "Who? Me? I'm going to New York with you now?"

"Yes! Don't you want to go?"

"I want to go! I'll go right now!" Logan was so excited he didn't know what to do with his hands, his face beaming with ecstasy.

"I'll go buy train tickets now. You, go and explain your work to Mr. Huang, and also hand over the ledgers to the team sent by Kennedy on Monday, if you can't make it back!" Larry instructed.

“Yes, sir!” Logan answered loudly, then turned and went to the street to hire a carriage.

Larry watched Logan's retreating figure, a thoughtful expression on his face. Would Logan fulfill his new request?

Then Larry slapped his thigh, realizing he'd been too rushed and had forgotten to tell Matthew about the cash register!
Sigh, I guess I'll have to change it to something else for next time!
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As it turns out, a person in the wrong position is worthless, but when he returns to his proper place, he can instantly unleash his enormous potential.

When Logan returned from Chinatown, he saw the three first-class tickets in Larry's hand, and his face immediately turned green.

"Larry, why didn't you take a sleeper berth? Why didn't you take the express train?"

Logan then asked in a low voice, "Are you thinking about the cost? I can pay this time! I've been wanting to treat you to a meal or something to express my gratitude."

Larry was even more shocked than Logan, and hurriedly asked, "Are there sleeper tickets and direct trains to New York now?"

“Of course! Don’t you know to buy Pullman train tickets?” Logan was shocked by Larry’s astonishment.

Larry stared wide-eyed and said, "What is Pullman? I've only ever bought train tickets with Mr. Wallace for business trips! He never mentioned any Pullman Company to me!"

Logan nodded and quietly revealed the answer to Larry: "Pullman Company train tickets won't be reimbursed by Paine Weber Securities!"

Logan then asked Larry for three first-class train tickets and told Larry and Mr. Dunbar, "Wait for my good news!"

　Sorry everyone, I'm really busy today, so I'll only be updating twice today. I'll try to make up for it with another chapter tomorrow.

　　
　
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