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

Chapter 203 Having trouble? Go to Goldman Sachs.

That night, the three of them stayed at the Astor Hotel.

Larry didn't want to stay in the same hotel all the time and wanted to switch to another hotel this time, such as the Hotel St. Nicholas, which is closer to the train station.

Unfortunately, Logan, being a country bumpkin, had never seen New York's most famous Astor Hotel, and after much pleading with Larry, the three of them stayed at the hotel again.

Logan insisted on treating everyone, and he picked out a suite for each of the three of them, which cost a total of $36.

Upon arriving at the three suites on the fourth floor, the waiter first opened the door to Logan's suite.

When the lights were turned on and the three entered the hotel, Larry and Mr. Dunbar were quite used to it, but Logan was immediately drawn to the luxurious decor of the Astor Hotel.

He kept touching the phone in the room, then staring at the light bulb with his head tilted, and after a while, he smiled and exclaimed in admiration.
"This is the Astor Hotel, the best hotel in New York?! I've really seen something amazing today. I can brag about it to everyone when I get back, saying I stayed at the best hotel in the world."

Larry smiled faintly and said, "Let's wait until next year. The Waldorf Astoria on Fifth Avenue and 34th Street will be even more luxurious than this place when it opens!"

"Really?" Logan's eyes widened, and he kept looking around, his face full of longing.

Mr. Dunbar squinted and immediately spotted a ticket in the corner of the room.

Coincidentally, Mr. Vanderbilt once again booked a Broadway operetta on Saturday night, called "The Pirates of Penzans," and gave each of the many guests a ticket.

Logan, holding up his Broadway tickets, exclaimed again, "These are real New Yorkers! These are real millionaires! Giving away $2 tickets like they're nothing, even half a hotel's worth. Larry, let's go to the opera tomorrow night."

Larry then remembered that he had given away all the tickets he received as a gift from Mr. Vanderbilt the first time, and waved his hand with a smile, saying...

"I'm not going tomorrow. You're not a girl! What's the point of three men going to an opera?"

"A girl?!" Logan's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this. "Larry, interested in coming with me to Diamond District? I've heard the girls at Five Dollar House are pretty nice!"

Larry blinked, thinking to himself, "What's Diamond Street? What's Five Dollar House? I don't understand any of this."
This...this definitely needs to be investigated on-site!

However, Larry immediately spotted Dunbar standing to the side and put on a stern face, saying...

"Logan! We're here on business, what are you thinking about? It's already 10:30 pm, get some rest! We'll go together tomorrow morning!"

Logan gave an awkward "oh".

As they reached the door, Larry deliberately slowed his pace and whispered to Logan, "Fool! Don't make such a racket in these places. Tell me quietly... It's too late today, we'll talk about it tomorrow..."

Logan immediately understood, winked hard at Larry, and smiled.

The waiter opened a second suite for Larry. As usual, Mr. Dunbar went into the room first and checked it over. After confirming that the room was in good condition, he nodded in satisfaction.

Larry smiled and said to the waiter, "Open the door to this gentleman's room."

Then he turned to Mr. Dunbar and said, "Uncle Dunbar, you should get some rest. We'll be leaving at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Mr. Dunbar nodded, and as the waiter went to open the door to the third suite, he deliberately lowered his voice and said to Larry,
"Larry, that place is off-limits. It's the territory of the New York Rothstein gang, where Monk Rothstein made his fortune. You and Logan must not walk into their trap."

Larry blushed, gave an awkward "oh," and thought to himself, "You figured it out..."

However, Larry then fell into lamentation, explaining that the main reason he hired Mr. Dunbar was to prevent any escapees from the Rothschild gang from seeking revenge.

Since Mr. Dunbar has said so, then it seems we can't go to this "Five Dollar House" either.
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The next morning, the three arrived at Goldman Sachs early.

At this time, Goldman Sachs was located on Pine Street, just a stone's throw from Wall Street. It was a brown brick building, hidden in the intricate financial district of Lower Manhattan, with an inconspicuous exterior.

After the carriage stopped here, Larry took Henry Goldman's business card and carefully checked the address.

“That’s right! Could Goldman Sachs be located here?” Larry muttered.

Logan and Dunbar had no idea why Larry had come here, so they just followed him blankly.

Larry squinted and searched carefully before finally finding the name "Goldman Sachs" among the many company signs on the first floor.

The plaque indicated that the entire third and fourth floors of the office building belonged to Goldman Sachs. Larry led the two men up the stairs to the third floor.

At that time, Wall Street firms were far from having the logo walls and typical entrances that we see today; they were just ordinary office areas.

Upon entering the third floor, the three saw two heavy wooden doors, one of which was open. They could hear the sounds of price quotations coming from inside, the rustling of writing on a desk, and the ticking of a telegraph machine.

The main office area is a spacious open space where several employees are bent over their desks, checking invoices and other documents. A large number of commercial invoices and transaction documents are being counted back and forth in their hands, which looks messy but very efficient.

Larry stood at the door for a while, and seeing that no one came up to him, he coughed lightly and called over a clerk who happened to be passing by.

"Hello, is this Goldman Sachs? I'd like to speak to Mr. Henry Goldman."

The clerk looked Larry and the two people behind him up and down, then pointed to several offices inside and said, "The one at the very back on the left is it."

"Is he here now?"

"He should be here! He usually visits clients in the afternoon!" The clerk said, and then hurriedly left.

Larry was surprised to receive this treatment even after saying he was looking for Goman. He shrugged helplessly and followed the direction the man pointed to, arriving at a relatively quiet corridor.

Larry knocked on the innermost heavy, dark wooden door.

"Come in!" A slightly shrill voice came from behind the door.

Larry pushed open the door, and Henry Goldman sat behind a large mahogany desk, with bookshelves reaching the ceiling behind him, filled with heavy files.

Sunlight streamed in through a large window, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

His desk had no other decorations besides a stack of documents, a brass inkwell, and a few pens.

Henry Goldman was on the phone with his legs crossed, talking to someone, when he suddenly saw Larry and the other two walk in. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he quickly stood up.

“Mr. Livingston! It is my honor to have you visit in person. Please have a seat!”

Henry Goldman pointed to the sofa opposite him, then casually gave a few instructions to the person on the phone before hanging up.

Larry and the other two sat on the slightly sagged sofa. Logan looked at Henry Goldman across from him with a slightly blank expression, then focused his gaze on Larry.

Henry Goldman, a happy smile on his face, walked around to the desk and said to Larry,

"Let me guess, you want to open a futures account? But you don't need to come in person, you can just make a phone call!"

Larry smiled faintly and then said, "I only remember one thing: when I have trouble, I go to Goldman Sachs."

Henry Goldman raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Yes! You’re absolutely right, that’s exactly how it is.”

Larry gave the other person a deep look, and said thoughtfully, "...Can you do anything?"

Henry Goldman gave a cryptic smile and said, “Of course, it depends on the person. We can handle anything for a generous and upright person like yourself!”

Larry nodded and said directly, "We need bullets, 2 rounds of foreign bullets!"

Henry Goldman frowned slightly, and a flush rose to his cheeks in an instant. He didn't say yes or no directly, but instead rolled his eyes slightly and said in a gentle tone, "Could you tell me the whole story?"

When Larry finished explaining that a legitimate firearms company needed a shipment of foreign rifle bullets, a smile slowly spread across Henry Goldman's face. His earlier slight worry had vanished, and the greedy, expectant look he had first seen in Larry returned to his eyes.

After Larry finished explaining all his demands and reasons, Henry Goldman sat up straight, a mysterious smile on his face, and said to Larry,

"Mr. Livingston! I need to correct you. What you're referring to isn't called a 7.92mm Mauser rifle bullet, but rather a special pre-loaded propellant propulsion unit for .32 caliber and above, suitable for high-intensity, repetitive-firing industrial-grade smoothbore equipment..."

After listening to Henry Goldman's words, Larry nodded heavily and immediately added,
"Yes! It can also be called a metric brass precision fastener, type M1892!"

Henry Goldman raised an eyebrow, a look of mutual appreciation on his face, before continuing,
"You're absolutely right! Besides, do you only need 2 rounds of this?"

(End of this chapter)