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

Chapter 205 Long-Term Covert Plan
The three returned to the Manhattan Peninsula and planned to have a harbor lunch near the Fulton Fish Market.

This restaurant, called "Whale Back," was opened by an old New York captain after he retired. The restaurant's tables and chairs are rugged and unpretentious, and the air is filled with the smells of tobacco, fried food, and fresh fish.

The restaurant doesn't have a fixed menu; the owner decides on the menu based on the freshest and most abundant catch at the fish market that day.

The small blackboard, which served as a menu, simply had a line of white paint written on it: "Today's Special".

The three dishes were written crookedly in chalk: stewed cod, oyster soup, and fisherman's platter.

The three men sat down at a sturdy wooden table and chairs, surrounded by sailors and captains, with the occasional middle-class New Yorker in a suit. A pretty blonde cook came over, wiping the table as she asked, "What would you like to eat, young men?"

Larry glanced at the word "clam chowder," frowned, and muttered to the two of them, "I'm so tired of it, clam chowder is everywhere..."

Before Logan and Mr. Dunbar could respond, the blonde cook frowned and said...
Hey! Where are you from, kid?

Boston.

The cook frowned and said, "How can Boston's creamy chowder compare to Manhattan's clam chowder? Our broth is made with tomatoes, so it's sweet, sour, and rich. Besides clam meat, it also contains potato chunks, diced carrots, and celery, seasoned with black pepper and bay leaves! If you dip your bread in this broth, it'll warm you up and fill you up!"

The cook rattled off a list of suggestions to Larry, who quickly agreed with a smile, "Okay, okay, please make a Manhattan clam chowder, I'll try it!"

"Hmm, anything else?" The cook raised her eyelids slightly and looked at the three of them again.

"No need for the stewed cod..." Larry said the first half of the sentence, pointing to the small blackboard. He then glanced at the cook and swallowed the second half, "...Our Boston cod is the best."

"Let's have a fisherman's platter! And some rye bread for the main course," Larry finally decided.

"Okay, three beers, that'll be $3.5!" The cook turned and left without another word.

The three of them looked at each other and were amused by the cook's bold and straightforward style.

Before long, a pot of fragrant fried seafood stew was served; it really did contain whatever was fried.

There are fried oysters, fried cod chunks, and fried shrimp. They are coated with a thin batter and fried until golden and crispy. Dip them in tartar sauce or lemon juice and chew them, and your mouth will be filled with aroma.

In addition, the Manhattan clam chowder recommended by the chef was indeed excellent. The soup was full of plump and tender clam meat, and the tomatoes in the soup neutralized the fishy smell of the seafood. Dipping it in hard bread gave it a unique flavor.

The cook served the three of them locally brewed beer. In the heavy one-liter glasses, the pale yellow beer liquid trembled slightly, and rich foam overflowed.

Larry glanced around at the table full of gout-inducing dishes and decided not to drink beer.

“Hey! $3.5!” the blonde cook reminded her.

"Oh, okay..." Larry quickly pulled out five dollars and handed it to her, casually saying, "Keep the change!"

The cook glanced at him, then took a $1.5 coin from her apron pocket, slapped it on the table, and muttered something.

“This is our own shop! It's not one of those restaurants that hire waiters, really…”

Larry laughed as he put away the coins and joined the two of them in eating.

After eating and drinking his fill, Logan downed a beer and stared at Larry's untouched beer. "Don't you drink beer? The beer here is pretty good!"

"I don't want to drink it. If you want to drink it, then you can..."

Logan quickly picked up the beer and placed it on his table, smiling as he said, "Okay, I'll take care of it for you..."

Larry wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Logan, and asked seriously, "Hey, Logan, let's be honest. Do you really want to come to New York?" Logan's eyes widened as he looked at Larry and said, "My God, what young man in the United States wouldn't want to come to New York? It's the center of the world, you know..."

Larry nodded and continued, "You still need to convince your parents, after all, you came here alone..."

“If I told them I was coming to New York, they’d be ecstatic!” Logan quickly interrupted Larry.

“Alright then, Logan, I’ll find you a job…”

Larry took out three cigars and handed them to Dunbar and Logan in turn, then placed the cigar cutter and long matches on the table.

Mr. Dunbar immediately picked up the cigar cutter, cut the cigars for the three of them, and lit one for Larry.

Logan's face was serious. He didn't care about drinking beer or smoking cigars anymore; he just stared intently at Larry.

Larry exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said calmly, "I have a long-term infiltration plan for you, but I have to tell you something more important first. Judging from all the signs, I think that next year, or at most the year after, the United States will experience a financial crisis, or even an economic crisis. This could be an opportunity for us to make a fortune."

Upon hearing this, Logan was immediately stunned. He looked at Larry with suspicion, then nodded and said, "Are you asking me to infiltrate Goldman Sachs? The place we went to this morning..."

Larry waved his hand. “No, it’s Morgan Bank. I have some connections there and can recommend you to the precious metals division. You’ll be responsible for being a diligent employee there, not revealing your identity to others, and not flaunting your wealth… Live a low-key life and work hard, understand?”

Logan nodded repeatedly as he listened to Larry's words.

Larry then asked, "Hey, I never asked you before, how much wealth do you have now? Is it far more than the few hundred dollars you earned after you first helped me with this case?"

Logan didn't understand Larry's intentions, but he answered very frankly, "I... I have almost $3 in total now, not including the shares that haven't been sold off..."

After a pause, Logan continued, "It's all thanks to you, Larry! Every penny I've earned is thanks to you!"

Larry nodded; that was exactly what he wanted to remind Logan of, and continued,
"Don't worry about the economic crisis for now. Remember, after I arrange a job for you, you should put your tens of thousands of dollars in savings out of your mind and focus on working at Morgan Bank. We'll exchange information every now and then."

“Okay… okay, Larry, I was just worried about my abilities…” Logan said, frowning.
Larry waved his hand, interrupting him. "Don't worry, you're definitely capable! Just pretend you're still working at Paine Weber Securities. Be diligent, talk less and do more, understand?"

Logan nodded emphatically and said nothing more.

Larry continued, “Rent a middle-class apartment in the downtown area, go to work and come home on time every day, you don’t need to do any transactions or worry about money, and I’ll settle the bill with you at a 1.5% commission. Understand?”

“Okay, I understand!” Logan nodded again.

Larry turned to Mr. Dunbar and asked, “Where do the middle class in the downtown area live? Don’t let him rent a place in a bad area.”

Mr. Dunbar held his cigar between his fingers and said casually, "It's near Greenwich Village, a safe and relaxed neighborhood, and the monthly rent is about $25."

Larry nodded, then turned to Logan and said, "Okay, you can look for a place yourself this afternoon. We'll meet at the hotel tonight."

Logan nodded, took a long breath, and then placed his fingers on the cigar, but did not pick it up.

"Larry, what exactly is your goal?" Logan suddenly asked.

Larry remained silent for a long time, staring at the white ash from the burning cigar, and said softly, "We need to put down roots! We need to put down roots deep in Manhattan. You're right, this is the center of the world, and if we really settle down here, we'll face many challenges in the future."

As he spoke, Larry glanced at Logan and Dunbar and said, “To establish ourselves here, money is a basic but not essential thing. But as long as we are of one mind, we can at least guarantee that we have enough money.”

Upon hearing this, Logan nodded emphatically in agreement, and Mr. Dunbar also said calmly,
"I never thought I'd meet someone like you when I'm almost in my grave. Larry, do whatever you want, I'm with you!"

(End of this chapter)