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

Chapter 124 Hero
At 10 p.m., Larry, slightly drunk, returned to his apartment in the Back Bay area.

Before entering, Larry carefully checked a toothpick tucked between his knees and the door frame to make sure the door hadn't been opened before taking out his key to unlock it and go inside.

Upon entering the room, Larry turned on the gaslights in the living room and bedroom, took off his coat, removed his pistol, kicked off his shoes, sat cross-legged on his bed, and pulled out a thick wad of US dollars from his pocket, spreading them out in a fan shape on the bed.

When Larry opened the account on Tuesday, he had already deposited $1.7 into his Paine Weber Securities account, leaving him with only $835 in his wallet.

But tonight Mr. K brought another $7012 in dividends.

After deducting the $692 Larry gave to his guys as a bonus, and the $300 he kept at the bar as a VIP membership, Larry now has $6855 left in his pocket.

"So much money again?"

Larry frowned in disgust.

Before Mr. Porter went to New York, he promised him that he would spend some money as soon as possible, until he only had 30,000 left before going to New York.

But now here's the problem: I've been making so much money lately that I haven't had time to spend it, and I'm even accumulating more and more cash that my wallet is almost overflowing. What should I do?
Larry had previously fantasized about spending all his savings at once when investing in Ford Motor Company.

However, after preliminary calculations by lawyers and accountants last weekend, it was determined that Henry Ford could not build a large-scale mass production plant before the car design was fully modified. Therefore, initially, he would only need a small factory the size of a workshop, which would not cost much.

Larry has already discussed with Senator Kennedy that they plan to invest some money to find a suitable piece of land in Boston to buy first.

However, Senator Kennedy will be attending the spring session of Congress in Washington next week, so the land purchase will have to be postponed until after April. Kennedy has already discussed with Larry the possibility of jointly establishing an investment fund solely for automobile investments, but this fund is currently in the planning stages.

Larry has grown increasingly impressed with Senator Kennedy lately.

Larry learned about Senator Kennedy's past from Mr. K: the man lost his father at birth, worked as a porter at the docks at 14, and opened his first bar at 22. Seven years later, he married the daughter of a Boston hotel tycoon and became a prominent newcomer among Boston's new immigrants.

At this time, he was not yet 29 years old, but he already owned three bars and a whiskey importing company.

While pursuing his business career, Patrick Kennedy also actively participated in politics. From 1884 to 1889, he served as a Representative for Massachusetts. In 1889, Mr. Kennedy went a step further, becoming a Senator for Massachusetts.

It's important to know that a state only has two senators, and in the United States, senators sometimes hold a higher status than governors!

In the official U.S. address system, senators must be addressed as "Your Excellency".

Even now, His Excellency Kennedy is only 34 years old, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is an exceptional individual.

Of course, Larry also knew that Kennedy was essentially a semi-underground monarch in Boston, since 40% of the Boston Police Department officers at the time were Celtic. As a prominent representative of the Boston Celts, Mr. Kennedy's words could even determine the promotion or demotion of the Boston Police Commissioner.

Not to mention his influence within the Celtic gang.

No wonder old money fears someone like Patrick Kennedy.

Now, another thing Larry genuinely admires is his personal charisma. Just ten days earlier, Senator Kennedy, deeply concerned about the bombing of his own office, had even condescended to ask Larry for advice on how to gracefully respond to the old money's aggressive tactics. At that time, Larry said he would wait for some time to investigate and would inform Senator Kennedy of the results before he went to Washington.

Kennedy agreed immediately.

To Larry's surprise, although the two met three times in the following week about the Henry Ford Motor Company plant and the mutual fund, Mr. Kennedy remained calm and never once asked Larry, "How is the investigation in the Metropolitan Museum of Art going?"

In Larry's eyes, Patrick Kennedy would be a typical ruthless and ambitious figure in ancient China.

He knows how to use people, how to spend money, has courage and vision, and most importantly, he has a very stable personality and never acts rashly. Hidden beneath his warm exterior is always a wise but sinister face.

Working with someone like that puts Larry under a lot of pressure. After each meeting with Kennedy, Larry has to go back and review what they talked about and whether Kennedy unintentionally revealed any other information hidden beneath the surface of his words.

Fortunately, the two share a common goal: to expand their respective spheres of influence in Boston and to jointly invest in some projects.

Larry planned to implement Mr. Porter's principle of "build high walls, store up grain, and delay declaring kingship" as soon as possible before any conflict of interest arose between the two.

Of course, cultivating one's own industries and influence is also essential.

Besides Mr. K's Italian immigrant connections and Logan's Irish influence, who else can I win over?
Larry's mind wandered, and he stared at the $6855 for over two hours, pondering it until the clock struck midnight. Only then did he pull the covers over himself and fall into a deep sleep amidst the stack of dollars...

The next morning, Larry felt he must have overslept as soon as he woke up.

Normally, when Larry gets up and washes up, the sky outside the window is just beginning to lighten, but today the sun is shining directly on his face.

Larry sat up abruptly, pulled out his pocket watch, only to find that he had forgotten to wind it for the past two days, and the watch was now stuck at 3:40 the previous night.

However, since it was already late, Larry decided to take the day off. He lazily walked into the bathroom, took a nice hot shower, and changed his clothes.

As Larry packed his belongings, he pulled out his Italian pistol, frowned slightly, and thought to himself that this gun had been nothing more than a showpiece ever since it came into his hands; he hadn't even actually fired a couple of shots yet!

I don't have my Colt revolver with me right now, so I'm using it as a last resort to save my life. But I really hope it doesn't fail me at the crucial moment!

Thinking about this, Larry suddenly had an idea: since he had nothing to do today, why not go to the legendary shooting club nearby and fire a couple of shots?

I should also practice my marksmanship and physical fitness.

Thinking about this, Larry actually got a little excited; he'd wanted to play with guns for a long time...

　I'm sorry it's late today, because I had a lot of things to do.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)