Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 52 Interview
East Egg, Long Island, New York, 1919.

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

"Ha ha ha Tom, don't I love you now."

Tom Buchanan held the hand of his new wife Daisy Buchanan, and hurriedly ran towards the polo field of his mansion. He was wearing standard polo attire, a knitted T-shirt, overalls, and shiny boots , The hair is combed meticulously.

Outside the bush fence at the edge of the court, a black stretched luxury car with a rather strange shape, which is very different from the common coupe or box-style coupe nowadays, passed smoothly.

Tom Buchanan looked at the elegant shape of the front of the car, which resembled the letter H, beckoned, and called the second attendant who was holding a towel.

"Has anyone been to the Howlett Mansion on the west side recently?" Buchanan asked seriously.

The attendant looked in the direction of the car, and replied respectfully: "Yes, sir, I saw a motorcade passing by the day before yesterday, and there were many servants and waiters working hard on the manor yesterday."

"Mr. Howlett must have come to live here, that car model is not for sale, it must be like this. Daisy!"

Tom Buchanan murmured and hurriedly called his wife's name. Daisy Buchanan was happily teasing a brown-black horse. Her skin was extremely white and her hair was golden. The bottom seems to be glowing.

"Come on, we won't be playing polo today, come with me to visit Howlett Manor." Buchanan was still in a hurry, and changed his mind eagerly.

"No more fights? But my dear, where are we going? I haven't heard of Howlett Manor."

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

"It's normal if you haven't heard of it. Those who know the name Howlett are not ordinary people." He said a little proudly, handed the club to the waiter on the side, and straightened the straps.

"But Tom, you can't just pay a visit in a polo shirt like this, and it's not nice to have a letter of greeting delivered in advance."

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

He nodded repeatedly, and said loudly: "Yes, my dear, this is disgraceful, Lawrence! Hurry up and pass me the letterhead, and say that you can visit me tomorrow if you are free, and remember to mention my father's name!"

"Tom Buchanan? Son of Buchanan Sr.?"

James asked suspiciously the butler Casper beside him. Most of the hair of the butler is gray now, but his spirit is exceptionally good. This is because he is exercising some "motor skills" that James taught him.

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

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

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

Since James changed his identity and appeared in the outside world, it has really attracted the attention of the upper class and big capitalists. As an oligarch in energy, industry, and manufacturing throughout the world, the heirs of the Howlett family are every one who controls power and huge power. The wealth of capital magnates cannot be ignored.

Moving to live in New York from Edmond is also because it is more in line with the current series of research and business matters.

The Howlett Mechanical Pilot Factory in Brooklyn has now become the most sophisticated technical research institute in the United States, and is secretly researching and developing some products that are beyond the times and are not known to the outside world.

"Didn't you eat! Work harder, guys!"

A few drunks who were staggering from drinking and with big tongues were beating up a young man in the alley. They were all fat and strong, and they were frantically punching the young man who bent down slightly with all his strength. Beating and kicking, making the alley full of mess.

The young man seemed to be fine. Not only did he not beg for mercy or curse, but he continued to sneer, provoking the drunks to be useless trash.

After a long while, the big men finally lost any strength. They cursed in a daze, but they still couldn't convince this strange young man. They had to say a few cruel words and walked out of the alleyway wearily.

The young man straightened up slowly. He smoothed out the slightly wrinkled brown jacket, and there was a slight illusion of distorted light on his body.

He straightened his dark hair again, making them line up in threes and sevens.

The young man looked very good, not only did he not have any scratches on his body, even a slight scratch, but his complexion was extraordinarily rosy, his eyes were bright, and he was full of energy.

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 the hotel where he was temporarily staying, changed into a light gray double-breasted suit, picked up his resume and an invitation letter, which read "Bedlem Psychiatric hospital".

Today is the day for his interview. In fact, he is quite sure of getting the invitation letter, but he still tries his best to adjust his state and make himself look better. This is his habit for many years, and he likes to do important work. Let yourself be full of energy before doing things.

Working in Bedlem will be the first stop of his ambitious career and blueprint.

"Sebastian Xiao, Mr. Xiao, you look much younger than the age on your resume."

A thin, middle-aged woman with raised brows looked at Xiao's resume with some curiosity. She moved the precariously hanging mirror frame on the tip of her nose, and took a look at the job seeker who looked like a young man on the other side, but also a bit naughty and handsome. .

"A good state of mind and a good mood keeps a man young, doesn't it, Ms. Farmer."

Shaw gave a bright smile, and the way he laughed looked even worse, almost to the heart of Ms. Farmer.

Farmer tried to be serious, and continued to ask: "I saw that you first studied at Cambridge Engineering, um. Later, you went to study psychology and psychopathology. May I know why?"

Xiao straightened the hem of his suit, and said calmly: "It was my father's long-cherished wish to study engineering, but I have always been passionate about psychology. After graduation, I participated in the war as a technical soldier. You know, almost all young people of the right age They were all recruited."

He took a sip of the black tea he handed over, thanked him, expressed his praise, and continued: "Through the war, I have witnessed too many broken souls. God. You can't imagine the trauma and long-term trauma brought about by the war." How terrible is the psychological stress disorder that cannot go away, so I am determined to become a psychologist and psychiatrist to bring hope to the unfortunate people."

Xiao's rather solemn and solemn demeanor at the end made Ms. Farmer a little dazed. He looked like a good young man. Although he regarded this profession as a bit noble, he should have good ability after all, and now is the time when there is a shortage of manpower. .

"Then congratulations, Mr. Xiao, I will take you around the hospital in a while. The doctor will have his own room. It is not big, but it is comfortable. Of course, if you like to go to work every day, there is no problem. Most doctors prefer to go home and rest because of the atmosphere here”

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

Sebastian Xiao smiled even brighter, and he especially enjoyed the feeling that everything was as he wished, and his grander ideals were also advancing step by step according to his own will.

(End of this chapter)