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

Chapter 32 Santa Claus
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them boarded the train on time.

But it was at this very moment that a flurry of snowflakes began to fall, turning the entire earth into a pure white expanse.

Larry stared out the window, lost in thought, wondering why it always seemed like this. It always rained during Qingming Festival, and it always snowed on Christmas Eve…

The train traveled for about 30 minutes before slowly coming to a stop.

The passengers were all puzzled and began asking each other what had happened.

Soon, accurate information came from the train crew: because of the heavy snowfall, the tracks were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the train driver temporarily attached a snow shovel to the locomotive. Operation would resume shortly.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the locomotive whistle sounded, and the train started moving again, but at only half the normal speed.

All the passengers knew in their hearts that the train was bound to be delayed.

The train was originally scheduled to arrive in Boston at 5:30 p.m., but this delay could push the arrival time back by 1 to 2 hours.

The passengers were very anxious, after all, it was Christmas Eve, a traditional day for Europeans and Americans to reunite with their families.

If I can't get home by tonight, that would be terrible...

Larry was also feeling a little anxious. He had arranged to meet Logan at 5:30 p.m., but if the train was delayed, Logan would definitely leave. Where would he find the money to short the European Express train then?
Although he had already tacitly accepted that having Logan help him cash out the profits was a "gamble," who wouldn't want to win the gamble themselves before the dice were revealed?

Also, even if Logan isn't tempted by the money, what if he gets robbed by criminals while carrying such a large sum of money?

What should I do if the train arrives in Boston and I can't find him?
Larry felt a little uneasy.
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The train didn't arrive at Boston Station until 7:13 p.m.

Larry's father looked exhausted, while his mother felt guilty for not being able to prepare a big Christmas Eve dinner.

Larry's concern was whether Logan would keep the appointment.

As soon as the train came to a stop, Larry jumped onto the platform and ran wildly out of the station as if a fire had broken out behind him.

"Logan, Logan! You have to stay! I don't want to lose my profits, and I don't want to lose a friend!"

Larry rushed out of the station exit, then leaped onto a platform, pulled off his hat, and gazed intently at the plaza in front of the station...

No, nobody's here!
It was already dark, and heavy snow was falling from the sky. In the small square in front of the train station, there wasn't a soul in sight, let alone a person!

Did Logan really abscond with the money...?

Larry's heart sank to the bottom.

Just then, a figure walked up to him and stammered,
"Lar, Larry..."

Larry turned around in astonishment and looked down, only to see a person, almost buried in snow, standing shivering at his feet, looking up at him...

It's Logan!!

His pale red alpaca wool coat was covered in snow, and snowflakes piled up on his red hair. At this moment, Logan was looking up at him, his eyebrows covered with frost formed from his breath.

Larry felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and quickly jumped off the platform, pressing his hands firmly on Logan's shoulders, unable to utter a single word.

Logan looked at Larry, his face contorted with rage, and cursed, "Kiss my ass, damn Larry! I got here at 10:30 this morning and haven't had a drop of water or a bite to eat!!"

"What?! How could this be?!" Larry exclaimed in shock. Logan looked around, pulled Larry to a corner, and then unbuttoned his long red coat, revealing several thick wads of money in the two inner pockets.

Larry's eyes widened in disbelief...

Logan hissed, "Get your damn money out of here right now!!"

"oh oh……"

Larry quickly unbuttoned his coat, stuffed all the money from Logan's pocket into his inner pocket, and then wrapped his coat tightly around himself.

Logan finally let out a long sigh of relief, a look of immense relief on his face...

"What's going on, Logan?" Larry asked hurriedly.

Logan grinned at him, his voice tinged with excitement, "This morning, as soon as the market opened, Continental Express dropped below $2, hitting $1.82. I closed my position immediately. You know what? Those guys at the betting companies were dumbfounded when they saw me holding a trade order for 600 shares... Hahahaha!"

Larry nodded, watching the white frost on Logan's eyelashes tremble, and he was also very excited.

"And then...and then they gave me all the money they could collect that morning. They never expected anyone to make so much money today, hahaha!"

Logan laughed wildly, not even bothering to close his long coat.

After laughing, Logan said calmly, "The short position of 100 shares made a profit of $343, and the two short positions of 250 shares each made a profit of $1415. Including your previous cost of $1200, the total is $2958... Good heavens!"

Logan exclaimed, "Damn! Larry, you're a genius!!"

After speaking, Logan seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he plopped down in the snow, panting heavily.

Larry understood. Logan must have been afraid of losing his money, so after leaving the gambling den, he went straight to the train station because there was a police post there.

But he dared not drink water, eat, or go to the toilet. He could only stand near the guard post and wait until the snow fell heavily, until it got dark, and until Larry returned to Boston.

Larry was deeply moved, but didn't know what to say. He took out a wad of cash from his pocket, a full $150, and handed it to Logan.

Logan pursed his lips, picked out a $50 bill, and said solemnly,

"1.5% of $2958 is $44.37. The extra $5.63 is for snowy weather and my absenteeism allowance... Take the rest back, it's not my money."

“Logan…” Larry was about to speak when Logan stood up, shook the snow off his clothes, and smiled at Larry, saying…

"I swore to God!"

Larry didn't know what to say, but Logan patted him on the shoulder and slowly walked back...

"Let's have dinner together!!" Larry shouted.

"No! It's Christmas Eve, I need to go home and be with my family." Logan didn't turn around, but made a goodbye gesture behind his head.

Larry watched Logan's pale red long coat gradually disappear into the snow, feeling as if he were his own Santa Claus.

(End of this chapter)