After Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, the United States declared war on Japan the next day, and since then it has been officially involved in World War II.

But the outbreak of World War II plunged American education into a full-blown crisis. After many people signed up for the military, the demand for skilled workers in society increased significantly.

This has sparked a huge demand for the worker training industry, especially in technical disciplines, with some community colleges adding two-year degree programs and developing into business schools.

As a result, some teachers decided to leave their jobs and devote themselves to other areas of work in order to earn higher incomes, which made the vast majority of secondary schools have to face a helpless problem - there are not enough teachers.

But there is no such problem in a truly "aristocratic" secondary school, a college with a close connection to an Ivy League school.

Founded in the nineteen-seventies of the nineteenth century, Meister School is a 30-minute drive from the city center in the suburbs of New York and closer to Long Island.

Today is the day Eric Lanschel enters school, Meister Middle School is a seven-year coeducational college that combines middle and high schools, and the probability of students graduating straight into the Ivy League is more than 60%.

James brought the bones of Eric's mother and son and his father back to New York and buried them in Finncliff Cemetery, a wonderful setting where many celebrities and important figures are buried.

Eric Lansall and his mother, Yinti, are grateful for this, and the mother and son, who have lost their country, are genuinely horrified of James' invitation, and this ordinary Jewish woman has only a simple sense of gratitude, and has no intention of refusing.

Outside the window of the car, the openwork iron door of Meister College crawling with wisteria flowers came into view, and Eric felt a little apprehensive, he already knew some English, and his father Jacob had been doing business in England.

After coming to New York, with the help of Mr. Howlett's tutor, he refreshed and refreshed the language and some of the subjects that needed to be mastered in American middle school for three months.

Before the outbreak of the war, the Lanshels still paid more attention to their children's education, so they had a good foundation, but after several years of exile and concentration camp life, Eric could only enter the second grade of secondary school two grades below his current age.

He unconsciously straightened his short dark brown hair, and his thin face was much richer than in the concentration camp, but it still had a narrow chin and cheeks.

His eyes were a little evasive to the students who were pointing to this car excitedly and discussing, and his palms holding his schoolbags were sweating a lot.

James glanced at Eric, smiled a little knowingly, and said, "It's because I forgot to change the car, this car is a little different, Randy, I'll send Eric to school to drive a more common car in the future." ”

Mr. Driver nodded yes, the Howlett family manufacturing has many car brands, and has acquired and controlled many European car companies such as Mercedes-Benz in Germany, Bentley in the United Kingdom, Aston Martin and so on.

Every year, American and European brands handcraft a new model of the next generation sedan concept and deliver it to Orient Group headquarters.

James' butler and service team will select a few vehicles to use as a substitute for his daily travel.

"No, no sir, in fact, I can ride a bicycle to school, it's not far."

Eric said that he had an extraordinary awe and affection for James, and in the deepest part of his heart he knew that he was different from many people, but he should be the same as Mr. Howlett.

During this time, he often thought like this.

"It's okay, it's going to be fun at school, but there will also be troubles, you can talk to your mother more about something on your mind, and of course you can tell me."

James seems to be in a good mood, the feeling of sending his children to school is the first time in his life, Assazo's situation can only be home-educated since he was a child, and Steve does not need it, although Eric is not his own child, but he can always experience a few points.

Eric finally waved his hand to James, who was standing next to the car, and looked at Mr. Howlett's warm smile, and felt a little more confident, and looked around and walked into the teaching house.

His mind moved lightly, his hand reached into his school bag, and the bronze school emblem automatically jumped to the palm of his hand, and some clumsy pinned it to his chest, this magical power that can pull metal, Eric can already naturally perceive and do it.

Back at the Long Island estate, James went straight to the underground space, where he continued to look at the mutant experiments and research collected from Auschwitz, as well as Dr. Erskine's recent research on genetic mutations.

He didn't know how this guy named Klaus Schmidt came up with the idea of researching and even creating mutants, but with the support of his huge experimental record, the abilities and potential of mutants were summed up to a certain extent.

"Devouring the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"

Assazo searched around at James' behest and brought back the last few of the mutant corpses made by Schmidt, who froze them all in preparation for Dr. Erskine's free time to do further research.

The perfect super serum is almost successfully formulated, but the right energy is still a problem, which is related to the advancement of one's own strength. Be sure to find the best eucalyptus.

New York Special Military District, Manhattan Project Center Institute.

James was dressed very old-fashioned, his hair was disguised, and he looked a little gray.

He also carried a cane, and deliberately stood in a slightly slumped figure, relying on the basic ability to control the body to reduce his height and skeleton, looking less burly, and the skin on his face was as loose as possible, trying to look like a person of a certain age.

Bruce Howlett is in his fifties, and he has tried not to appear in the outside world as much as possible in the past two years, and if he must meet some outsiders, he has to make some disguises.

The perfect control of the physical body can make a certain range of adjustment of one's height and body shape, and the skin folds are a little looser, but after all, you can't change the physiological vision of a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old into a sixty or seventy-year-old man.

He had been preparing to use Bruce Howlett as a son for two years, but the name would still be James, James II, and he would be used to it.

Mr. President's Army No. 1 car slowly parked outside the research institute, the US president's current car brand Lincoln, is one of the brands under the Howritet manufacturing industry, Roosevelt actually intended to replace after taking office, to support some new science and technology, manufacturing enterprises.

But the Manhattan Project made him have to rely on the Howlett family, which caused headaches for the U.S. government.

"Mr. Howlett, we have finally met."

Franklin D. Roosevelt stepped off the wheelchair rails designed by the car, and the White House secretary behind him pushed him towards the crowd at the door.

"Yes, Mr. President, it's been a pleasure to talk to you on the phone, and I've always wanted to go to the White House and sit down with you."

James shook hands with President Roosevelt gently, today is the day when Mr. President came to inspect the Manhattan Plan, James was also invited, and the White House repeatedly tactfully said that it must come.

The person who presided over the entire Manhattan Project and introduced it today was Dr. Julius Robert Oppenheimer, a somewhat comical-looking, tall, lanky German Jew, including Alberta Einstein, who completed the theory of nuclear weapons.

Adolf Hitler, for whatever reason, completely excluded and even slaughtered the Jewish people, and in addition to winning the support of the vast majority of the Germanic peoples, he pushed many key figures at the historical juncture to the opposite side.

Professor Oppenheimer gave a high-spirited account of the current progress in the development of the atomic bomb, having made a special trip from the Los Alamos laboratory today, as the first batch of enriched uranium-235 will soon begin at the Oak Ridge plant.

This means that huge resources and dollars are going to be burned.

James listened approximately, and soon went to a more intimate office with President Roosevelt, pulled out a carved sandalwood humidor, and looked at Mr. President.

"This is your family's Gaia cigar bar, I've smoked it, it's the best in the world, but it's produced very little."

Roosevelt took one, sniffed at the tip of his nose, nodded, and when he saw that Mr. Howlett had no intention of lighting a cigarette for himself, he fumbled for his tar lighter.

James smiled, still a little interested in talking about cigars.

"No, although Gaia is less, but there is still a chance to buy it, this is called Golden Apple, it is exclusively for me to smoke, but it is not better, it is just prepared according to my own taste, and occasionally some old friends will give a little."

President Roosevelt was not a great cigar drinker, but when he smoked it, he couldn't tell whether it was bitter or sweet, just like drinking the best coffee, enjoying the mellow and full-bodied aroma from his bitterness.

He nodded, and said in a half-joking tone, "Then you and I are not friends." ”

"Hehe, of course, I'll send it to you regularly in the future."

James blinked, the last time he smoked and chatted with the president of the United States was more than half a century ago.

Mr. President leaned his elbows against the armrest of the sofa, moved his buttocks, glanced at Mr. Howlett whose face was faintly in the smoke, muttered for a moment, and said in a complicated tone.

"Speaking of friends, the Howlett family has always been a friend of the U.S. government, since your father, all kinds of equipment of the U.S. military, government projects, and key national economic initiatives are closely related to Howlet."

James nodded, grinning, Roosevelt wanted to order something else today besides a cigar.

"Yes, the Howlett family started from a farm estate in Canada, and only came to the United States step by step to get to where it is today, independently manufacturing and completing the technology of internal combustion engines, the popularization and invention of various military and civilian electrical appliances, and the computer that is being studied, I suggest you pay attention to this."

President Roosevelt's words were choked in his throat, and the growth of the Howlett family quickly drove the speed of the United States on the track of industrial revolution in various countries around the world.

Although he believed that history does not transfer by the power of individuals, the reality is.

James changed his words and continued cordially: "So the Howlett family has always stood with the White House, and in such a situation, they have made a small contribution. ”

Roosevelt paused and looked at James earnestly.

"The Manhattan Project will require a significant capital injection, as well as a continued investment in large quantities of raw uranium ore."

"How much."

"At least a billion dollars."

"Yes."

"What do you want?"

James smoked the golden apple, pondered for a moment, and said casually.

"Qualifications for research and development of nuclear energy, non-weapons directions, adjustment of some monopoly laws."

After hearing this, Roosevelt quickly and decisively knocked the ashes of his cigar burned, and said in a deep voice: "The first one is okay, but the second one is not." ”

"Deal."