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

Chapter 103 What do you think of Seattle? (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)

Larry pushed open the door and walked to the counter.

The blond boy looked away the moment Larry pushed open the door, no longer glancing at the price chart, but staring directly at Larry and Tom with a smile on his face.

Tom spoke first to the blond boy, "This is our recruitment manager... just tell him what you need."

Tom was clearly not used to associating Larry's name with the title of "manager," and his expression was a little strange.

But the blond boy didn't hesitate at all; he turned around and greeted Larry loudly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Manager. I'm here to apply for the job as a data entry clerk."

Larry smiled, leaned down slightly, and asked, "Young man, how old are you? Our positions require at least a 12th-grade education to apply for."

The blond boy gave a sincere smile and said, “Sir, I am exactly twelve years old this year. But don’t let my young age fool you, I started preparatory classes when I was six, and now I have mastered the subjects for 12th grade.”

Larry nodded and asked again, "Do you have a referrer? At Paine Weber Securities, young people applying for junior positions usually need a referrer."

The blond boy blinked and asked, "Does the recommender have to be a family member? Or can anyone do it?"

“He should at least be a decent gentleman,” Larry said.

The blond boy nodded, paused for a few seconds, and looked up at Larry. "Sir, could you wait for me for a moment, just a little while?"

Larry nodded slightly. "Sure."

The blond boy smiled at Larry and Tom, then turned and walked into the sales office lobby, searching among the customers. Soon, he locked onto his target—Mr. Michael Hennessy, who was dozing behind a chair in the customer area.

"Hello sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

The blond boy bowed politely to Mr. Hennessy before asking his question.

Mr. Hennessy was disturbed from his sleep. He sat up straight, looking a little confused, but he quickly noticed the blond boy in front of him.

"Oh, want to know my name? My name is Michael Hennessy. Kid... what do you want?"

The blond boy smiled warmly again and introduced himself to the old man, "My name is William. I'm here to apply for the job of a quotations clerk. I'd like to know if I could have the honor of being recommended by you. I don't know anyone in Boston. Helping me would be a small favor for you, but it would be a tremendous kindness to me. I will repay you one day."

Mr. Hennessy leaned on his cane, his face expressionless, as if deep in thought, or perhaps still half-asleep. After a few seconds, the old man frowned and asked, "How were your math grades?"

“I’m particularly good at mental arithmetic! My other grades are also quite good,” the blond boy replied immediately.

Mr. Hennessy casually tested him on some math problems, and the blond boy answered correctly on the spot.

Mr. Hennessy nodded. “William, you’re a good boy, very smart and charming. Well, I agree to be your recommender, but I don’t think I’ll necessarily expect any reward from you.”

The blond boy nodded his thanks, then turned and walked up to Larry. "Manager, that esteemed gentleman, Mr. Michael Hennessy, is willing to make a recommendation for me. Did you just see him?"

Larry became increasingly interested in the blond boy, thinking to himself, "This young man is really clever. Not only did he think of finding referrals from among his customers, but he also had the nerve to make a request to a stranger. He has both high emotional and intellectual intelligence."

The key point is that he also chose Michael Hennessy, and his eye for talent is just like mine!

Larry smiled as he looked at the blond boy.

"The referrer is fine, but I still have a question. Young man, judging from your clothes, you don't seem to come from an ordinary family. Why are you applying for the position of waiter?"

Upon hearing this question, the blond boy lowered his eyelids and spoke after a moment.

“My father passed away… We used to live in Detroit, but my mother remarried and brought me to Boston. I don’t like the way my stepfather looks at me, and I feel that my mother has changed too, and she no longer cares about my feelings as much as before… She even wanted to send me back to Switzerland so that I could go to high school there.”

Upon hearing the blond boy's words, Larry and Tom exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Larry thought for a few seconds, carefully choosing his words, and said...
“Young man, I understand how you feel. I could give you this position, but if you're so kind as to say this, there's nothing we can do if your stepfather and mother come here and try to stop you from working. Also, I have a personal suggestion for you: if possible, you should still attend secondary school. This job will hinder your future career.”

The blond boy looked up at Larry with his big eyes and said sincerely, "Thank you, Manager. I know the pros and cons, but I want to start by supporting myself. If you would be so kind as to take me in, I will do my best in my job."

Larry had a sudden thought and looked up at Michael Hennessy in the distance, where the old man had a smile on his face.

"Okay, the weekly wage for a copyist is $5, halved during the probation period."

As Larry agreed, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Potter had said the same thing to him a few months earlier.

The blond boy's eyes lit up, and he murmured, "So much... I thought the weekly wage was only $3. Okay, sir, I can start working now."

Larry slapped his forehead and asked, "Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

The blond boy smiled and replied, “William Edward Boeing… Don’t think this surname is strange; my father is a German immigrant.”

William Boeing
The blond boy keenly noticed the fleeting look of confusion on Larry's face and immediately explained that he was a German immigrant, which explained his unusual surname.

Larry pursed his lips, wondering if it was really such a coincidence.

Having just met the Godfather's father, is the Boeing company's father here now?

Larry tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and asked William Boeing, "What are your plans for your own future?"

This question left William a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I just want to stay in the United States to attend high school and then get into Yale. This was my father's expectation of me when he was alive."

Larry slapped his forehead, thinking to himself that airplanes didn't exist in this era. If this young man said he wanted to build airplanes, he'd have to suspect that he was the one who had traveled through time...

After thinking for a moment, Larry changed the subject and asked, "What do you think of Seattle?"

Upon hearing this question, the blond boy's face immediately turned serious, and he hurriedly said, "How did you know I like Seattle? My father ran a timber business there. When I grow up, I think I should go back to Seattle and take over my father's timber business."

(End of this chapter)