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

Chapter 75 Return to Holliston (Bonus chapter for generous monthly ticket donation from the Alliance Leader)
After the market closed on Friday afternoon, Larry was at Paine Weber Securities when he saw Logan pacing back and forth across the street from the bar, as if he were standing on a red-hot iron plate.

Larry smiled faintly, put on his military-style wool coat, and walked out of the securities company.

Logan was delighted to see him and was about to speak when Larry stopped him with a look.

The two found a secluded apothecary, each ordered a Coke, and after making sure no one was around, Logan told Larry everything he had found out.

First, there's news from the Pinkerton Detective Agency. They're more like the previous mercenary squads; although they operate under the guise of a detective agency, they're actually a legitimate private army. They're guests of politicians and capitalists, and henchmen of top trusts and conglomerates.

Railroad magnate Union Pacific, steel tycoon Andrew Carnegie and his senior aide John Frick, Standard Oil Trust leader Rockefeller, and high-ranking government officials in the western states have long employed private investigators from the Pinkerton Detective Agency to carry out various "black operations."

In the eastern United States, they were relatively restrained, but they were still frequently sent to suppress workers' uprisings and other activities.

In the West, they had become a force beyond state law enforcement, frequently using their legal violence to maintain the lawlessness of capitalists, politicians, and big business owners.

What's even more outrageous is that they are also government outsourcing partners.

In 1871, due to budget constraints, the U.S. Department of Justice outsourced the federal criminal pursuit operation to Pinkerton. At the same time, since state police did not have interstate law enforcement powers, Pinkerton monopolized interstate pursuits by virtue of its private status and provided "national repression services" for big capitalists.

After listening, Larry felt that the Pinkerton Detective Agency was a privatized "FBI," and that this legal armed force could be hired by capitalists, forming a double black hand of the government and capitalists.

The recent Carnegie Steel workers' strike is a case in point.

According to Logan's intelligence, Andrew Carnegie, the de facto head of Carnegie Steel, had left the United States by ship and was expected to arrive in Scotland around Sunday morning.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency initially planned to launch the operation on Sunday night, when the workers were most likely to be relaxed.

Larry listened in silence for a long time, staring out of the pharmacy window without saying a word.

Seeing that Larry hadn't spoken for a while, Logan asked in confusion, "Larry, what's wrong?"

Larry turned to Logan and smiled faintly. "It's nothing. I'm transitioning from an ordinary person to a stock trader, and that transition will probably take some time..."

After saying that, Larry shook his head, took out the last two cigars from his pocket, gave one to Logan, but did not light it.

“Logan, do you know how we can make money off this?” Larry looked at Logan intently.

Logan shook his head to indicate that he did not know.

Larry sniffed his cigar and then calmly said, "After 11:30 a.m. on Saturday, you need to place orders at all the major betting companies in the city, going long on Carnegie Steel. Don't place too many orders at each betting company, so as not to cause the betting companies to reject the orders and cause trouble when cashing them out later."

As he spoke, Larry took out $500 from his wallet and handed it to Logan, saying solemnly,
"This is my $500. If you have money, you can add it in and make some money for yourself. I'll also give you a 1.5% commission on my part. Remember, you must place your order after 11:30 am, because the market manipulator of this stock may orchestrate a crash before the market closes on Saturday to shake out those who bought at the bottom. If we enter the market too early, we are likely to have our margin wiped out."

Logan squinted, deep in thought, then a look of sudden realization dawned on his face. He turned to Larry and said, "You mean Carnegie stock might see a surge? Because the strike issue has been resolved?"

Larry gave a cold smile. "It's possible this is all a setup from the beginning, with insiders orchestrating a stock price surge that will make them a fortune. But remember, we can't be too greedy, because in this betting industry, making too much money can lead to not being able to pay it out. If the stock price exceeds $75 on Monday or Tuesday, close them out..." Logan thought for a moment before nodding heavily to Larry. "No problem, Larry, God is my witness... but how can I guarantee I'll be able to place the order in time?"

“Take my bike, and remember to keep it a secret from everyone,” Larry reminded him again.

Logan nodded, but then frowned and asked, "Since you know it's going up, aren't you planning to buy more?"

Larry stood up, patted Logan on the shoulder, and said calmly,

"Because this deal is inherently risky, these unscrupulous insiders might take advantage of this toxic trend to drive the stock price down, and then, at an even lower level, drive the stock price up as I just mentioned... Considering that these people have no bottom line, we also need to make corresponding risk preparations. So, for me, a $500 position is enough."
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At 7:30 a.m. on Saturday, Larry arrived at the train station and first bought first-class train tickets for himself and Mr. Wallace to Hartford on Monday, before buying his own train ticket to Holliston.

Fortunately, the train passing through Holliston today also has first-class seats available for $2.5.

Larry bought it without hesitation.

The train departed at 8:10 a.m. and arrived in Holliston at 10:07 a.m.

Larry emerged from the small train station and looked around, hoping to find a horse-drawn carriage; unfortunately, he waited for a long time in front of the station but didn't see one.

Larry was somewhat helpless; that's how it is in small towns—it's not like anyone can just hire a carriage whenever they want.

But just then, he saw a group of people gathered around a pile of furniture, horses and grain sacks in the town square, talking noisily about something.

Larry thought to himself that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go and check on the situation.

Upon closer inspection, I recognized the person in the very center of the crowd – it was the Duncan family's butler.

The butler was directing four or five male servants as they dealt with many of the Duncan family's old furniture and other items.

Larry inquired and learned that Mr. Duncan Jr. had decided to immigrate to London, England, to embrace the authentic Victorian British aristocratic style, and therefore planned to get rid of all the family's miscellaneous belongings.

In the previous month, the Duncan family had already sold off their land, houses, and most of their expensive furniture that was inconvenient to carry. Now, all that was left were some ordinary furniture that was worthless and not easy to consign in stores.

The open-air sales have been going on for three days now, but Holliston is a small town, and the residents don't have much spare money, so sales haven't been very good.

Larry glanced at the furniture in the crowd. After all, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Although some of the furniture and items were old-fashioned, they were still in good condition. In addition, he could see that the Duncan family was selling several horses that were quite nice, with shiny coats and handsome appearances. All the necessary saddles, stirrups and bridles were complete.

Larry touched his wallet through his coat, thinking he should also prepare some gifts for his parents...

　I fell asleep after drinking tonight and just woke up to find all the monthly tickets and tips I've received since July. Thank you! Also, thank you to Warm Sunshine for the generous monthly ticket; I'm adding an extra chapter as a last-minute decision. By the way, many people have given me large monthly ticket tips these past few days; thank you all as well.

　　
　
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