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

Chapter 291 Kennedy Didn't Give Me Face

Larry arrived at Kennedy's estate at 2 p.m.

He made a special trip back to his apartment, took out $10,000 in cash from his safe, and put it in his pocket. He even made a phone call to Kennedy beforehand as a way of giving advance notice.

So when Larry stood at the entrance of Kennedy's estate at 2 p.m., his butler was already there to greet him.

“Mr. Livingston, my master is waiting for you in the manor’s drawing room.” The butler smiled and looked at Larry, saying, “The master has personally gone to the cellar to select a whisky for you; he knows you have a taste for it.”

Larry smiled and thanked them for their response, feeling a sense of relief. After all, Kennedy seemed very relaxed, so the matter shouldn't be difficult to handle.

When Larry entered Kennedy's reception room, he immediately saw an Irishman he had met before, standing awkwardly in the room. When Larry entered, the man scratched his head and opened his mouth, but ultimately did not dare to speak to Larry.

This must be the dead man's friend.

Larry felt a sense of relief. He had informed Kennedy beforehand on the phone that he wanted to meet and witness the tragedy firsthand.

Kennedy was a very intelligent man; Larry had only given a slight hint, and he had already summoned this man here.

"It shouldn't be a big problem!" Larry chuckled and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying with a smile, "Hey bro, Logan went to New York, haven't you seen him in ages?"

“Yeah… how’s he doing in New York?” the young man asked, looking at Larry.

“Extremely… extravagant, my God, don’t you know him? He knew the layout of all those private clubs in downtown New York in less than five days, and he spent every weekend there for a whole night.” Larry smiled and stared into the other man’s eyes.

Sure enough, after being persuaded, the young man's eyes lit up...

"Logan... he's really good!" the young man murmured.

"What? Are you envious of him? It's simple, I'll bring you to New York later, how about it?" Larry sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and stared at the other person with a smile.

"Can I? I... I don't know anything about finance..."

"You think he knows anything? He knows nothing, all he knows is how to play around with women's bellies..." Larry waved his hand dismissively.

The young man looked at Larry, his face slightly flushed, and after a few seconds he said, "If it's really possible... Mr. Livingston, I would certainly like to go to New York with you. Of course, I'm not going to mess around with Logan; I actually want to see what a big city is like."

"No problem!" Larry said with a smile.

As the two were talking, a voice came from inside the room, "Larry! How dare you poach my people right in front of me?"

As he spoke, Patrick Kennedy, holding a pristine white velvet cloth to wipe a dusty bottle of whiskey, smiled and said to Larry,

"I've already lost a capable subordinate; you can't transfer another one..."

When Larry saw Kennedy, he immediately stood up, which was of course a matter of courtesy. However, Larry was always respectful when facing Kennedy, especially in front of outsiders, as a way of saving face for him.

"Sir, it's been a while. You look very well," Larry complimented with a smile.

Kennedy smiled and glanced at the young Irishman.

The young man immediately became nervous and stammered, "No, sir, please don't misunderstand! I told Mr. Livingston that going to New York was actually to broaden my horizons... that's really all..."

Kennedy frowned and handed him the bottle. "I didn't mean that. I wanted you to get me two glasses. They're in the liquor cabinet over there." Larry looked at the young man's relieved expression and knew what was going on. Kennedy was usually very strict with his subordinates; just one look from him was enough to scare the young man into silence.

Kennedy turned to Larry, a genuine smile returning to his face, and sat down opposite him, opening a bottle of whiskey.

After the young man took two glasses and placed them on the table, Kennedy poured a glass of wine for each of them.

"Long time no see, I've missed you dearly." Kennedy raised his glass, smiling at Larry.

"Thank you for your kindness, and I wish you good health." Larry smiled and raised his glass.

The two glasses clinked in mid-air, and the two men each took a sip of whiskey.

"Larry, what kind of business are you doing in New York? If there's a good opportunity, why don't we continue our partnership?" Kennedy asked with a smile.

"What can I do? Just find some business on Wall Street and do some stock trading at commission brokerage firms..." Larry replied.

"Oh, I'm not familiar with stocks. But if you have other businesses, you can take me along."

“No problem, Mr. Kennedy,” Larry smiled, glancing at the bewildered young man beside him, then at Kennedy.

"Actually, I really want you to expand your bubble tea shop and barbecue restaurant business to New York as soon as possible. You know, if there's any business in the United States that needs promotion, it has to be in New York."

Kennedy nodded. "What you're saying, I've actually thought about it before... Oh, by the way, if you have time, gather all the original shareholders together, and I'll give them the money used to buy back their shares."
Besides, I also want to officially acquire the shares as soon as possible. Otherwise, it just feels awkward to be in this situation where the rights aren't clearly established.

Larry, slapping his forehead and feigning great distress, said, "My God, this is my fault, I completely forgot about it! But, Mr. Congressman, rest assured, what's yours will always be yours."

“It’s alright, you’re busy too. Besides, I’ve already taken over this business through Huang…” Kennedy smiled, not taking it seriously at all.

Larry thought to himself, "Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business."

"Sir, since you've brought up the matter of shares, you should know that Huang Meitang is also a shareholder, and he has already decided to increase his shareholding. Now that this has happened... I find it very difficult to do."

Kennedy smiled and looked at Larry. "It's really a pity. Huang is a very capable Chinese man. To be honest, he left a very deep impression on me and changed my prejudice against Chinese people."

“I heard it was all a misunderstanding… I’m very sorry that it happened at the hotel. But I think since the person is already dead, it would be better to give the family appropriate compensation… That’s fairer and more realistic.” Larry’s face showed a solemn expression.

“Larry, you mean…” Kennedy looked at Larry.

“Giving some compensation to the victim’s family can also make amends for the mistakes Huang Wuxin made.” Larry looked at the other person.

"You mean, you want to bail Huang out?"

“No, not just bail, I want to save him,” Larry stated bluntly.

To everyone's surprise, Kennedy's expression changed from relaxed to serious. "No! That's impossible. He must pay the price for his actions."

Larry raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected the other party to be so direct, not only refusing to help but also kicking him when he was down.

(End of this chapter)