《股票作手回忆录·第十二章·棉花惨败·被专家说服》第11节
Something in his voice made me say, “You’re right; it isn’t. And now what do you really want me to do for you?” “You’re quick, aren’t you?” he said. “Do you really want to do something for me?” “Yes,” I told him, “I do. But whether I will or not depends what it is you have in mind.” “Take me with you into Mr. Ed Harding’s office and tell him to let me talk to him three minutes by the clock. Then leave me alone with him.” I shook my head and said, “He is a good friend of mine.” “He’s fifty years old and a stock broker,” said the book agent. That was perfectly true, so I took him into Ed’s office. I did not hear anything more from or about that book agent. But one evening some weeks later when I was going uptown I ran across him in a Sixth Avenue L train. He raised his hat very politely and I nodded back. He came over and asked me, “How do you do, Mr. Livingston? And how is Mr. Harding?” “He’s well. Why do you ask?” I felt he was holding back a story. “I sold him two thousand dollars’ worth of books that day you took me in to see him.”
注释摘要
这段对话是整部第十二章里藏得最深的一次心理预警，也是利弗莫尔后来“棉花惨败”的一声遥远前奏。那个书贩子用几句极其简短的问答，就把利弗莫尔带到了他想去的地方，而利弗莫尔本人居然完全没有抵抗。这不是在说书，这是在说人是怎么被说服的。 我们先回到 1900 年代初华尔街的日常生态里。那个年代的经纪行办公室——尤其是像哈丁这样的大型券商——是高度私密化的场所。大客…