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

Chapter 41 Sleeping (Seeking monthly tickets and recommendations)
Larry officially moved into the apartment building at 42 Newbury Street in the Back Bay on January 2nd at noon.

The landlord provided all the furniture and bedding; Larry truly experienced "move-in ready."

When Larry handed over three months' rent and one month's deposit to Mrs. Winthrop, she also officially handed him a brass room key.

“I hope you have a pleasant stay here, Mr. Livingston!” Mrs. Winthrop said with a smile. “We have the latest Boston Globe on the porch, two copies, which you can take one of each day.”

“Thank you, madam!” Larry replied with a smile. “When may I have the honor of meeting Mr. Winthrop?”

"Oh, he went to Washington on a business trip and probably won't be back until next week."

“Okay, then I will visit him next week if I have the opportunity.”

After Larry finished speaking, he went up to the second floor and used the new key he had received to open his apartment door.

The room was very tidy; it was clear that the maid named Carmel had cleaned it again. Larry placed the suitcase in the living room and then looked around the study and bedroom. He immediately noticed a small safe near the wardrobe in the bedroom, with the key still in it.

This was the only piece of furniture Larry had asked the landlord for.

Larry walked over in a few steps, squatted down, and began to observe carefully.

This is a heavy, sturdy little safe with three layers inside. The top two layers are compartments for storing items, while the bottom layer is a locked drawer where more valuable items can be stored.

Larry let out a long sigh, took his suitcase from the living room, and put all four boxes of bombs he had hidden inside into the top shelf of the safe.

There's still money...

The last time Logan gave him money, it was stacks of US dollars of different denominations. Larry counted out $1200 in bills, all of them $100, and put them in the safe.

Then there's the title deed for the 83 acres of land in Oak Valley.

This thing also needs to be hidden well.

As usual, Larry put the remaining $1720 into different pockets according to the denominations.

The advantage of doing this is that if he needs to spend money, he can simply take a few US dollars from his pocket and combine them to pay a reasonable price, avoiding revealing all his cash. Another advantage is that even if the money is stolen, the thief cannot take all of it, which is also a case of not putting all your eggs in one basket.

The self-defense pistol only had six bullets, which should be enough. Larry couldn't imagine what situation in Boston's well-regulated Back Bay would require him to use up all six bullets and then need to reload.

After putting everything away, Larry locked the safe and took the key in his hand.

Okay, now the problem is what to do with the safe key...

Although it's a small safe, the key is made of solid steel and has a large handle; Larry couldn't possibly carry this thing around with him.

Haven't people thought of safes with combination locks yet?

Larry searched the room, hoping to find a place to hide the key.

Should I put it in the bookshelf? Or under the mattress?
However, Larry quickly rejected the idea, as these were the places most likely a burglar would think of, and any idea that comes to mind first should be ruled out.

Until he walked into the bathroom and saw the full-length mirror.

This rustic dressing mirror was made of thick wooden backing with a small gap between the wood and the glass. Normally, it would just sit there on the wall and go unnoticed. Larry tried it out and was able to easily put the safe key in and take it out. After securing the mirror tightly, the gap was virtually undetectable unless someone looked closely.

Larry hid the key, feeling quite satisfied.

With the remaining time, Larry took all the books and clothes out of the suitcase and put them away in their proper places.

After tidying up everything, it was already 4 p.m. Larry lay in bed, his mind filled with ambitious plans for his future life living alone, such as reading a book every week, going for a morning run every day, cooking for himself as much as possible, and sticking to an early-to-bed, early-to-rise routine...

But then he fell into a deep sleep.

When Larry woke up, it was already 7 p.m., and it was dark. He sat on the bed for a while before he could remember where he was, but then his stomach started growling again.

Larry simply locked the apartment door in the dark and went to a restaurant outside for a snack.

After returning home, Larry spent the entire night reading the Sherlock Holmes stories, and didn't go to sleep until 11 p.m.

The next morning, following his biological clock, Larry got up at 6 a.m., but when he saw that the weather outside was still dark and there was a cold wind howling outside the window, Larry suddenly felt that his bed was so warm.

Running? Studying? Study my ass, I want to sleep...

She lazily turned over, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and continued to sleep soundly.

I slept until 11 a.m.

Living alone is so great! Larry felt like he had returned to the most comfortable time of his life after graduating from college.

Naturally, he wouldn't be reading that afternoon either. Instead, he watched people fishing on the shore of Back Bay, wandered aimlessly through the streets, and searched for the nearest small restaurant that suited his taste...

As Larry prepared to go to sleep that night, he lit the gas lamp and carefully read through his small notebook containing stock quotes.

I can make money from the stock market; I have made money before, and I can make more in the future.
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Monday, August 1892, 1.

Larry rode his bicycle to the Boston branch of Paine Weber Securities, arriving at 9 a.m., just in time for his shift.

When Larry first met his colleagues after the New Year, he greeted them one by one, and they all responded in a friendly manner.

Mr. Porter wasn't in his office; he was reportedly in a meeting at headquarters in New York. The front desk manager came over to ask Larry if he'd be willing to switch roles and take over Marco's duties of broadcasting and organizing the paper tapes.

Larry was unsure whether Mr. Porter made the decision or if the front desk manager had acted on his own initiative, so he frankly told the front desk manager...

“Mr. Wallace, I can handle any position. But Mr. Potter wasn’t entirely confident in Tom’s copying speed before, so you need to anticipate that.”

The front desk manager smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. I've hired a smart and quick-witted young man who should be able to handle the job of copying the market data. Tom can also handle the paper tape sorting and be a backup copyist."

As they were talking, the front desk manager beckoned over a young man who looked to be at least 17 years old and introduced him to Larry.

“This is Samuel Wallace.” Then the front desk manager lowered his voice and said to Larry, “This is my nephew. You’ll have to take good care of him.”

Larry nodded to the front desk manager, then turned to shake hands with Samuel, but felt that the other man's arm was very stiff, as if he was very nervous.

(End of this chapter)