1919, New York, East Egg, Long Island.

"Daisy, dear, let me show you the charm of polo today, and you will definitely love me all over again! Believe me. ”

"Hahaha... Tom, don't I love you now? ”

Tom Buchanan took the hand of his new wife, Daisy Buchanan, and ran anxiously towards the polo field of his mansion, he was wearing a standard polo attire, knitted T-shirt, suspenders, shiny leather boots, and meticulously combed hair.

Outside the bush fence at the edge of the course, a black elongated luxury car with a strange shape, which is very different from the coupe or box coupe of the day, drives smoothly.

Tom Buchanan looked at the elegant shape of the front of the car, resembling the letter H, beckoned, and summoned the second attendant with a towel on the side.

"Has anyone been to the Howlett Mansion on the west side lately?" Buchanan asked earnestly.

The attendant looked in the direction of the sedan and replied respectfully: "Yes sir, the day before yesterday, I saw a convoy driving one after another, and there were many servants and waiters in the manor yesterday who were busy taking care of it. ”

"It must be Mr. Howlett who has come to live here, and that model is not going to be sold to the public, it must be. Daisy! ”

Tom Buchanan muttered and hurriedly called his wife's name, and Daisy Buchanan was happily teasing a brown-black horse, her skin was extremely white, and her hair was brilliant gold, which seemed to glow in the sun.

"Let's go, let's stop playing polo today, come with me to visit Howlett Manor." Buchanan still looked like he was in a hurry, and he changed his mind eagerly.

"Don't fight? But my dear, where are we going, how I haven't heard of Howlett Manor. ”

Daisy blinked widely, and she gradually got used to her husband's appearance.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it, and it's not ordinary people who can know the name Howlett." He said with a slight smugness, handed the club to the waiter on the side, and straightened the strap.

"But Tom, you can't just go to visit in a polo shirt without a greeting letter in advance, it's not decent."

Tom Buchanan seemed to realize that he was still wearing boots and suspenders.

He nodded again and again, and said loudly, "Yes, dear, this is unseemly, Lawrence! Go and hand me the letterhead, and say that I hope to visit tomorrow if I have time, and remember to mention my father's name! ”

"Tom Buchanan? The son of old Buchanan? ”

James asked the housekeeper Casper on the side suspiciously, Mr. Butler now has most of his hair gray, but his spirit is exceptionally good, this is because of the daily exercise of some "sports skills" taught to him by Jade.

Butler Casper couldn't help but smile and responded: "It's not the old Buchanan you are familiar with, this is his grandson, and it should be the youngest son of the patriarch of the contemporary Buchanan family." ”

James shook the letter paper with delicate patterns in his hand helplessly and nodded.

He thought that this mansion, which had been idle for many years in Higashiba, Long Island, would be relatively quiet, but he didn't expect that there would be people visiting him the day after he moved in.

Since James appeared in the outside world with a different identity, it has really attracted the attention of a burst of upper-class capital aristocrats, as the energy, industry, and manufacturing oligarchs in the entire world, the heirs of the Howlett family are not to be ignored by every capital magnate who controls power and huge wealth.

Moving from Edmund to New York was also due to a number of current research and business matters.

What was once the Howlett Mechanical Pilot Plant in Brooklyn is now the most sophisticated technical research institute in the United States, and secretly researches and develops some products that are unknown to the outside world.

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"Didn't you eat! Use some force, guys! ”

A few drunk, staggering, tongue-baring drunks were beating a young man in the alley, all of them fat and strong, and they were frantically punching and kicking the young man who was slightly bent down, making the alley full of mess.

The young man seemed fine, not only did he not beg for mercy or curse, but he continued to make sarcastic remarks, provoking several drunks to be weak rubbish.

After a while, several big men finally lost the slightest strength, and they scolded in a little confusion, but finally they couldn't make this strange young man soften, so they had to put a few cruel words at the end, and walked out of the alley tiredly.

The young man straightened up slowly, smoothing out his slightly wrinkled brown jacket, slightly distorting the light in a strange illusion.

He straightened his dark hair again, making it fit in a three-seven.

The young man looked very good, not only did he not have any bruises on his body, even if he had slight bruises, but his complexion was extraordinarily ruddy, his eyes were shining, and he was in good spirits.

It was as if I had just had a good night's sleep and had a perfect and hearty breakfast.

He walked out of the alley, crossed two streets and returned to his temporary hotel, changed into a light gray double-breasted suit, and picked up his resume and an invitation that read "Bedlem Psychiatric Hospital."

Today is the day of his interview, in fact, he is quite sure that he has received the invitation, but he still tries to adjust his condition as much as possible to make himself look better, which is a habit he has been doing for many years, and likes to fill himself with energy before doing important things.

And entering Bedlem will be the first stop for his ambitious career and blueprint.

"Sebastian Shaw, Mr. Shaw, you look much younger than you look on your resume."

A thin, middle-aged woman with raised eyebrows looked at Xiao's resume with some curiosity, and she moved the frame that hung on the tip of her nose to confirm that the opposite side looked like a young man and was a little bad and handsome.

"A good mental state and mood keep people young, don't they, Ms. Farmer."

Shaw smiled brightly, and the way he laughed looked even worse, almost bad to Ms. Farmer's heart.

Farmer tried to be serious, and continued to ask: "I see that you first studied at Cambridge Institute of Technology, well... Later, I went to study psychology and psychopathology, can I know why? ”

Xiao straightened the hem of his suit and said calmly: "It was my father's long-cherished wish to study in engineering college, but I have always been passionate about psychology personally, and after graduation I participated in the war as a technical soldier, you know, almost all young people of school age were drafted at that time. ”

He took a sip of the black tea he had handed over, thanked him, praised him, and continued: "I have witnessed too many broken souls through the war... My God... You can't imagine how terrible the mental trauma and psychological stress disorder that the war has been going on for a long time, so I am determined to become a psychologist and a psychiatrist to bring hope to the less fortunate. ”

Shaw's rather solemn and solemn demeanor at the end made Lady Farmer a little dazed, this seemed to be a good young man, although he regarded the profession somewhat noblely, but after all the ability should be good, and now is the time of shortage.

"Then congratulations, Mr. Xiao, I will take you around the hospital in a while, the doctor will have a room of his own, not big, but quite comfortable, of course, if you like to go to work every day, there is no problem, most doctors prefer to go home to rest, after all, the atmosphere here is ......"

"Call me Sebastian, ma'am, and I'd love to stay in the hospital so I can have more time to devote to work and research."

Sebastian Shaw smiled brighter, he enjoyed the feeling that everything was as he wished, and his grander ideals followed his own will, step by step.