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

Chapter 7 New Goal
After getting off work at 5 p.m., Larry divided the $17 he had into two parts.

With a profit of $13, he neatly folded two $5 bills and three $1 bills together and placed them deep inside his shirt pocket, close to his heart.

In his trouser pocket were three one-dollar bills and two 50-cent coins.

He planned to use the money to buy his mother some good food tonight as a celebration!

Yes, making money and then treating yourself to something good is a traditional custom of our great food-loving nation.

Larry reached into his pocket, pressed down hard on the $4, and occasionally used his heartbeat to feel the $13 lying in his pocket before walking out of the Paine Weber Securities Company.

As soon as Larry stepped outside, he saw Logan, with red hair, standing at the bar entrance, talking to a glamorous woman.

Logan appeared very shy in the face of the woman's advances. He turned his head and immediately saw Larry across the street.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

Larry turned and walked away.

Two blocks away at the Lettuce Market, Larry bought three pounds of reindeer meat, a bear paw, a pound of honey, a small bucket of oysters, two plump cod, and a slice of strawberry cake from an Irish immigrant vendor, all for just two dollars and 75 cents!

But when he brought these trendy ingredients home, his mother covered her face in amazement and exclaimed...

"Mr. Livingston, did you... rob the Federal Bank? My God, you even bought a cake!"

In 1891 America, reindeer meat and honey were relatively uncommon foods, honey was a bit of a luxury, and oysters and cod were high-end treats that ordinary people occasionally indulged in. But cake was something that should never appear on the tables of ordinary people because it was too expensive.

Indeed, this small strawberry cake cost Larry $1.15.

Larry placed all the ingredients on the table, first bringing out the strawberry cake. He then found a metal spoon, scooped a spoonful of cake, and fed it to his mother.

"Thank you for your hard work every day, Mom!"

Suddenly, tears welled up in Mom's eyes.

"Larry! You're back!" A man's voice suddenly came from inside the house.

Larry looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man with a full beard, wearing a blanket and with one arm exposed.

According to the information in the original owner's memories, this man is Larry's father.

Larry's father was a seaman who spent most of his time traveling on cargo ships between Boston and Liverpool, often for more than half a year at a time.

Reborn in 1891, Larry also sees his "father" in this world for the first time.

"Dad, you're back!!" Larry tried his best to sound enthusiastic as he spoke, opening his arms to greet him.

His father didn't hug him, but just patted him on the shoulder.

Larry smelled a strong odor of alcohol on him.

“Oh, I just took a shower. Damn, you’ve grown so tall.” The father tried to pat Larry’s head again, but the blanket fell to his feet, revealing his hidden arms and hands.

Larry keenly noticed that the hand was missing three fingers, leaving only the thumb and index finger.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Larry asked hurriedly.

At this moment, her mother also came over, her face pale.

The father waved his crippled hand dismissively. "I accidentally got caught in the steam engine. Luckily, my coworkers stopped the machine in time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to save this arm..." "So, will you still become a sailor in the future?"

"No, son, I'm planning to buy a small farm. Besides my wages, the kind captain gave me an extra $50 as compensation,"

Larry was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Does $50 really buy out three fingers?" But back then, the US didn't have workers' compensation, so it was probably the norm not to pay out.

Didn't you hear your father praise the captain's kindness?
With the mother's help, the father wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and continued speaking.

“…I think we should use this money, along with our family savings, to buy a small farm. Larry, you’ll come work for me on the farm from now on.”

Larry was taken aback, then quickly said, "No! Father. I'm doing very well at Mr. Potter's brokerage firm, and Mr. Potter himself told me he'd give me a raise!"

The mother glanced at the father with fear, but said nothing more.

"How much is the weekly wage?" The father's face showed impatience as he sat on the wooden chair, unconsciously tapping the table with his good finger.

In the original owner's memory, Larry's father was a very domineering and strict person. Today, he did not act arbitrarily but listened to Larry's reasons, which was already very kind.

Larry could already imagine that no matter how many dollars he mentioned his future weekly wage, his father would rudely interrupt him and demand that Larry come with him to help on the farm, so that they could save on one person's wages.

Larry gritted his teeth, "12 dollars!"

“So you should quit your lousy job and come with me to the farm… wait, how much did you just say?” The father’s eyes suddenly widened, and his fingers stopped tapping on the table.

Larry's mother also looked at him with surprise.

“12 dollars!” Larry emphasized the two words.

"My God!!" The father jumped to his feet. "Has Mr. Potter gone mad? He's paying a 14-year-old boy $12 a week! That's more than I earned as a sailor!"

His mother came over and patted his shoulder. "Really? Larry?"

“It’s true! I bought this food with the money I received in advance from my raise.” Larry nodded to his mother, then turned to his father. “Dad, let me work at the brokerage firm.”

The father focused his gaze on the various expensive ingredients Larry had brought back on the table. After hesitating for a long time, he shook his head and looked at Larry seriously.
“Okay, your job is definitely more respectable, Larry. You can continue doing it for now. Besides, it will take me some time to buy the farm.”

Seeing that the two had finally reached an agreement, the mother smiled happily. She picked up the piece of reindeer meat and said with a smile,
"Gentlemen, how about we have apple stewed reindeer for dinner?"

"I want it grilled!" the father shouted.

“Roasting is too wasteful. Stewed meat can last for two meals with leftovers, but roasted meat will be gone in one meal,” the mother objected.

"Mom, I want to eat roasted venison too!" Larry shouted.

“…Okay, I just remembered, we’re out of apples, so let’s have a barbecue!” the mother replied with a smile.
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The next day, as soon as Larry stepped into the Paine Weber brokerage office, his eyes were drawn to a stock in the corner of the quote board.

That stock is called Barton Mining.

Larry pulled out his notebook from his pocket and flipped through it to find the latest trends of Barton Mining.

Actually, there's no need to look at it much; he had already been staring at the stock price all night, thinking about it.

But Larry couldn't help but watch it, just like a student about to take an exam.

Having confirmed the price trend again, Larry closed his notebook, put it in his pocket, and turned to stare at the stock name outlined in white paint on the price chart.
“Barton Mining…this will be the first stock I trade alone.” Larry’s eyes were firm.

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