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

Chapter 64 Spending Money Can Relieve Stress (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendations)
After seeing Huang Meitang off, Larry locked the door, walked out of the apartment building, and went to the Gentlemen's Clothing Store in Houwan to buy his own clothes.

At this time, ready-made clothing stores in America were very similar to clothing stores in later times, offering shirts, coats, trousers, shoes and socks in different styles and sizes. However, if gentlemen wanted to dress more elegantly, they would need to go to a specialized tailor shop to have them custom-made.

Larry pushed open the door of Brook Brothers Clothing Store. The doorbell rang, and the store manager and a female clerk sitting behind the counter stood up at the sound.

"Sir, welcome to Brooke Brothers Clothing Store. Would you like to buy a coat or a shirt?"

The store manager greeted us warmly, his smile as warm as the Florida sunshine.

Larry nodded in response and stated his requirements: "I need to buy a few outfits for everyday wear, business occasions, and weekend relaxation. I just moved to the Back Bay and need a few well-fitting clothes, otherwise I'll ruin the trend and environment of the Back Bay."

"Haha, you're really witty, sir. A handsome young gentleman like you doesn't need to deliberately pander to anyone, but the right clothes can definitely enhance your charm." The shop manager pushed up his glasses and then helped Larry choose clothes to suit his different needs from the wardrobe.

"This suit is made of navy fine imitation wool, with no shoulder pads and a natural shoulder line. Since your posture is very standard, I suggest you choose this suit for business or daily work."

"This is a gray plaid suit, made of lightweight fabric with leather patches at the elbows, suitable for your casual wear in the upcoming spring."

"I will pair you with one white, one light blue, and one striped Oxford cloth button-down shirt each. Different combinations will allow you to be more at ease in different occasions..."

The store manager was clearly very professional; Larry had only made one request when the manager started giving him a long and detailed recommendation.

Larry listened for a few minutes and felt that the store manager was very professional, so he approved of his overall solution.

The entire clothing selection process lasted about 50 minutes. Larry bought a total of three suits, six shirts, four pairs of trousers, a double-breasted military wool coat, and a white linen trench coat.

Several pairs of underwear, several pairs of stockings, and two pairs of leather shoes, one black and one brown.

In addition, since the concept of sportswear didn't exist at that time, Larry also bought two sets of corduroy riding breeches and overalls that combined sportswear functions, as well as a pair of soft-soled boots.

Finally, Larry bought a black velvet top hat, two leather belts, and a silver-tipped ebony cane.

The clothes cost Larry a total of $142.

For some reason, Larry could clearly feel that he was in a better mood when he took out his money to pay the bill.

It was as if what he was paying the other party wasn't his own dollars, but rather the pressure he brought back from Hartford.

Are the effects of spending money really that magical?
If I spend some more money, will I be able to restore my heart to its original state?

Larry immediately changed into a different outfit on the spot.

He went into the fitting room, put his pistol, $358 in cash, Colt company pony metal badge, pocket watch, and wallet aside, changed into a navy blue suit, striped shirt, and three-piece calfskin black leather shoes, and put the pistol and other items back in their place before putting on his newly bought double-breasted military overcoat and black silk top hat.

When Larry came out of the fitting room, the store manager and the female sales assistant's eyes lit up.

Larry was already very handsome, but now, dressed in trendy clothes, he looks even more dashing.

"Sir, I am honored to wear your clothes!" the store manager said sincerely.

Larry nodded his thanks and asked the store manager to deliver his old clothes and the rest of his purchases to his apartment. Once outside the store, Larry checked his pocket watch; it was already 2:35 PM.

Larry didn't want to go back to his apartment because it was still early, but he wasn't hungry, so he strolled along the coastline towards downtown Boston.

The weather is quite nice today. A slightly salty sea breeze is blowing, and instead of making you feel cold, it brings warmth from the sea.

On the Atlantic coast, ships of all sizes slowly cruised on the sea, with the long, drawn-out whistles of ships drifting from afar, like timpani being struck in a tranquil background symphony.

Larry felt a bit hot under the warm sunshine, perhaps because of his new coat.

Taking a walk like this is really stress-relieving. The stress from my crazy behavior in Hartford seems to lessen with every step I take.

Larry got more and more into walking, and the distance he traveled kept increasing.

1 mile, 2 miles, 3 miles...

Larry walked along the waterfront promenade until he saw the Boston fishing pier before stopping.

Larry took out his pocket watch and saw that it was already past 5 p.m., but he still didn't feel hungry.

However, since they had already arrived at the United Oyster House, Larry figured that since they were already there, they might as well go in and see what good food they could find.

Union Oyster House, one of the oldest fine dining restaurants in Boston and even in New England, was founded in 1826 and has a history of 66 years. It is famous for its various seafood and New England cuisine.

This is a two-story brick and wood structure, and its exterior exudes a grand and majestic aura of history.

The symmetrical windows are framed in dark wood. Years of exposure to the sun and sea breeze have left their marks on the doors and windows. The snow on the roof has begun to melt, and long icicles hang from the eaves. The sophisticated restaurant has installed red velvet partitions in areas where icicles might fall.

The restaurant's brick walls, too, are mottled gray-brown from the erosion of the sea breeze, and a brass sign hangs above the door, engraved with the year 1836.

Larry strode over and pushed open the restaurant's heavy but flexible revolving door.

The restaurant also follows the old-fashioned New England open-plan design, with rows of velvet-upholstered chairs and polished mahogany tables. Thick firewood crackles in the cast-iron fireplace, radiating warmth into the air.

The waiters in the restaurant were still preparing for dinner, but as soon as Larry walked in, someone noticed him instantly.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?" a waiter asked with a smile as he stepped forward.

"No, I was just passing by and thought I'd grab a bite. What kind of new stuff do you have here? I'm not talking about a proper meal," Larry said casually, unbuttoning his double-breasted coat.

The waiter thought for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Of course, sir, your request will be fulfilled at United Oyster House. If you don't mind the food being cold, ice cream would be an excellent choice..."

"Ice cream? Do you have any now? I'd like one! I want to try it." Larry's face was full of surprise.

　Thank you so much for the 13 monthly tickets!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)