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Chapter 35 The Tremont Hotel (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)
When they arrived at the hotel recommended by Larry, the mother exclaimed that she had been tricked.

The mother had assumed that Larry would just arrange a regular hotel for them since he was treating them, but Larry took them directly to the entrance of a luxurious hotel.

Larry, now carrying a large sum of money and having finally managed to trick his parents into going out for dinner and a hotel, was not about to waste this opportunity and headed straight for one of Boston's best hotels—the Tremont Hotel.

(Tremont Hotel)
After all, having made several thousand dollars this time, it's only right to spend tens or hundreds of dollars on myself and my parents.

If you make money but don't spend it, what's the point of living?

Looking at the hotel's tall doors, impressive decorations, and doormen in sharp suits lined up to welcome them, Larry's parents looked uncomfortable.

Although they had dressed in the most presentable clothes they could find at home in order to buy the farm, they still couldn't help but feel ashamed of their attire and demeanor when they arrived at the Tremont Hotel.

Just as his mother was about to advise Larry to look for another place, Larry had already strode to the hotel entrance.

The doormen, dressed in uniforms with gold trim, were all professionally trained and, of course, showed no disdain towards the guests. He immediately stood at attention, opened the heavy door with its brass handle for Larry and his family of three, and said in a specially trained, high-pitched voice, "Sir, Madam, welcome to the Tremont Hotel. We hope you have a pleasant evening here."

Larry nodded and walked into the hotel lobby first, while Larry's father and mother touched their noses and reluctantly followed him into the hotel.

The brass doors shimmered with an amber glow under the gaslight, and upon entering the hall, one was greeted by the rich aroma of cedar floors and Cuban cigars.

The hotel lobby features a two-story, 7-meter-high design. Above the dome adorned with intricate murals hangs a giant Venetian crystal chandelier, where thousands of hand-cut prisms refract the gas flames into a shimmering galaxy, illuminating the Italian marble reliefs covering the walls.

Facing the direction guests enter is a huge oil painting, three meters long, depicting a colonial-era sailing ship cutting through the waves of the Atlantic Ocean as it sails towards them. This symbolizes the origin of Boston and reflects the magnificent epic of the earliest pioneers crossing the Atlantic in search of the New World.

What's particularly surprising is that the waves in this oil painting are embroidered with gold thread, and under the glow of the chandelier, they seem to be really churning.

Larry's leather shoes echoed clearly on the marble mosaic floor, while his parents were startled and took a half-step back by the sudden roar of the steam elevator in the distance.

They say money gives a man courage, and Larry has a large sum of money on him right now. He's prepared to splurge and make sure his parents have a great time at this fancy hotel one night...

To make my parents comfortable! To celebrate all the good things I've accomplished these past few days, I'm going to spend some money today!!

Larry was screaming inwardly...

Of course, he knew his parents wouldn't let him book a suite, but a standard room at the Tremont Hotel should be enough to make them feel respectable...

Well, this should also satisfy my filial piety (spending money) desire!

"Excuse me, how much is a standard room?"

Larry straightened his back and looked at the teller at the front desk with hope.

“$4.5 a night, sir,” the clerk replied.

Larry almost fell...

No, I finally found a chance to treat my parents to a nice time, and you're trying to fool me with a room for $4.5 a night?
Larry had never been to such a luxurious hotel before, and he was really looking forward to it. He expected that a standard room here would cost at least $20 or $30 a night, so that his parents could at least feel the subtle joy of showing off after making money...

But Larry never expected that such a luxurious hotel would only charge $4.5 a night for a standard room...

This is so cheap! Larry is tempted to ask how much the presidential suite costs.

However, Larry's mother was already getting nervous. She nudged Larry from behind and whispered, "Maybe we should just forget about it... it's too expensive." Larry's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that he shouldn't delay any longer, or he wouldn't be able to afford a standard room at $4.5 a night.

“Okay! Two standard rooms.” Larry pretended not to hear his mother’s whisper and turned to the teller.

Upon hearing this, the mother took a step forward and said to the clerk, "One room!! One room is enough! We are a family."

Larry looked helpless, but fortunately the hotel clerk said, "Madam, we only have a double room left."

The mother then awkwardly stepped back.

After the room was booked, a waiter led the family of three to their guest room on the second floor.

Larry walked ahead, stepping on a thick Persian carpet, while his father and mother followed behind.

Larry occasionally glanced back at the two of them and saw his mother holding his father's hand tightly, while his father's face was tense and his eyes were fixed straight ahead, trying his best to maintain the last bit of dignity that made him seem like he had seen it all.

Inside the guest rooms, Victorian technology and luxury blend seamlessly.

In the center of the room stood a four-poster bed made of mahogany, with Irish lace curtains hanging above it. The down and spring mattress was five inches thick, and the Egyptian cotton quilt on top was fluffy and thick.

"Sir, if you need anything, please contact us using this..." the waiter said, pointing to a brass pipe plugged with a wooden stopper at the door.

Larry studied it curiously for a while and discovered that it was just a makeshift telephone. Guests could use the brass pipes to notify the waiter to bring them the food or drinks they wanted.

Actually, the telephone had already been invented by this time, and the Paine Weber Company had telephones, but obviously this hotel was much older than Mr. Bell, so it still retained some of the technological relics from the early 19th century.

What surprised Larry's parents the most, and also what surprised Larry the most, was that they found electric lights there.

Electric lights are already being used on a small scale; the Tremont Hotel has already installed them in a few guest rooms, and these lights are even placed next to the mirrors. When the waiter turned them on, the room suddenly became noticeably brighter, completely overshadowing the bright orange glow of the gas lamps…

The last thing that surprised Larry and his family was the bathtub in the bathroom. The waiter explained that the gold-plated faucet provided hot water when turned on, allowing guests to enjoy a comfortable hot bath.

As for the silk pajamas in the wardrobe, the silver-handled letter cleaver and sealing wax stamp in the desk drawer, and the coarse porcelain chamber pot imported from England, these are not worth mentioning.

Larry stood there, thinking that if this Trimont Hotel were in China in his previous life, it would only be a pseudo-four-star hotel. But for Larry's parents, this kind of luxurious hotel room, which was only for the upper class, made them feel like they were in a dream.

After settling his parents in so they could get some rest, Larry went to his room.

The waiter approached Larry, smiling, and asked, "Sir, would you like your shoes shined and breakfast served tomorrow morning? That'll be $4.8 in total!"

Larry's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, "That's right, this is more like a real hotel. Everything can't be this cheap..."

“Yes! And laundry service for three people too. Please clean our family’s shoes and shirts, and we also need to order breakfast for tomorrow.” Larry pulled out $10 from his pocket and waved it in front of the waiter. “Is $10 enough?”

"That's enough, the laundry service only costs $7.3!" the waiter replied with a smile.

Larry placed the $10 bill in the waiter's hand and said casually, "The rest is your tip."

The waiter thanked him repeatedly, then happily took the $10 and left.

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