Competition Had Already Begun

After the party ended.

Heather celebrated Adam's birthday separately.

Adam said he finally understands why United States love parties.

He liked it very much too.

Give him a dozen of these kinds of party celebrations.

The next day.

Adam then received Leonard's notification.

He will be attending a high-profile party for the New York medical community in Queen of Heaven as Leonard's partner.

Adam understood perfectly.

With medical school applications and admissions approaching, it's natural to start some necessary networking.

As a major event in the New York medical community, professors from Columbia University Medical School naturally attended.

Some of them control the last three steps of the admissions process.

Even after Adam enrolled in Columbia University Medical School, Adam still needed to interact with them.

Therefore, it is essential to establish good relationships with them.

Heather was very happy for Adam when she heard the news, and immediately took Adam shopping to prepare him for the party.

Manhattan.

Park Avenue.

This area is bordered by Madison Avenue to the west and Lexington Avenue to the east, with towering skyscrapers lining both sides. It boasts some of the world's most expensive real estate and is home to wealthy businessmen and celebrities like John D. Rockefeller Jr., making it a typical affluent neighborhood.

Building No. 67.

Inside a luxurious duplex apartment.

"Steven, come with me to a party Friday night."

A middle-aged man with a stern face, being served by a wealthy woman's wife, spoke to a young man sitting on the sofa reading a book while putting on a suit.

"Do we have to go?"

Young Steven put down his book, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Listen to your father."

The lady quickly reminded him, "This party is a grand event for the New York medical community. Many important figures in the New York medical community will be there. I know you don't want to work for your father's pharmaceutical company in the future, but surgeons also need to network. Otherwise, how will you communicate with patients?"

Young Steven paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

"Help him prepare."

The stern-faced middle-aged man looked at the noblewoman and gave her instructions.

"I will."

The lady readily agreed, handed her briefcase to her husband, hurried to the door to open it for him, and after seeing him off, she turned back to her son and sat down.

"Steven, nothing is easy. Don't let your father's serious demeanor at home fool you; back when he was a pharmaceutical representative, he was all smiles every day."

Even after so many years of hard work, he now owns his own pharmaceutical company and has achieved great success. But for the sake of the company's development, whether he wants to laugh or not, he still has to laugh when he needs to.

Seeing her son listening attentively, the lady smiled and said, "That's why your father didn't force you to help out at the pharmaceutical company. As long as a surgeon has top-notch skills, he can laugh or be serious whenever he wants. His situation is so much better than your father's back then. Since you like it, you should cherish it."

Young Steven adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "I will become the most outstanding surgeon, and future surgical procedures will inevitably have a name in my name."

"My son is amazing!"

The lady said happily, "You don't need to worry about Friday's party; they're almost all your father's friends..."

"Mother!"

Young Steven interrupted, "I don't need special care, I believe in myself!"

"Okay, okay, Mom won't say anymore."

The noblewoman smiled indulgently and said, "My son is the most outstanding. He can achieve great success on his own, just like your father built his own empire back then. Maybe your father will even have to curry favor with you then."

"Don't you most want to see your dad smile at you? He'd definitely have a big smile on his face then, and it wouldn't be a professional smile."

Upon hearing this, a slight smile appeared on the otherwise somewhat dull face of young Steven.

People often say, "A tiger father, a dog son."

People with successful fathers often live in their fathers' shadows. Even if they don't perform well, they'll be categorized as "dog sons of tiger fathers."

People's expectations of him were raised infinitely high because of his father.

This is a heavy burden, especially for those who don't want to just drift through life and want to achieve something significant.

Take Guo Furong, the Heroine Guo," for example. Her biggest dream in her adventures in the My Own Swordsman was that one day, people would point to her father and say, "This is the Heroine Guo's father!"

Instead of pointing at her and saying, "This is Grand Hero Guo's daughter!"

Of course, the vast majority of people, including Guo Furong Heroine Guo, did not realize their dreams, because ideals are lofty, while reality is harsh...

Manhattan.

Prison Bar.

The spiral railings, layer upon layer, were packed with people, and there was still a long queue of people waiting to get in, because this is a very famous bar in New York.

"You want a poet?"

A handsome bartender stood on the bar counter, whistled loudly, attracting everyone's attention, and shouted.

"Yes, we want it!"

Countless people screamed in the bar.

People who flock here to drink expensive alcohol do so precisely for this kind of celebratory atmosphere.

"I am the last bartender poet."

The handsome bartender rambled on, "I watched United States drinking my superb cocktails, swaying and slowly getting drunk, the indescribable things on the beach, peach gin, silk hammer, Alabama Slammer!"

The unrhymed and plain speech, devoid of rhythm or rhyme, once again drew cheers and shouts from the patrons during the handsome man's passionate and animated speech, who called him a sexy beast.

"I make things with fruit juice and fizzy liqueurs, Pink Squirrel, Three-Toed Sloth, my cocktails are so sweet and enchanting, Iced Tea, Kamikaze, the pinnacle of life~"

As soon as the handsome bartender uttered those words, everyone seemed to reach their 'peak,' with screams erupting continuously. Some enthusiastic female customers couldn't help but reach out their wicked hands to the handsome bartender.

The bar was instantly thrown into chaos, with expensive drinks selling out like water.

After the party, the handsome bartender followed a beautiful woman to her apartment.

Just when he thought he had found true love, the beautiful woman got together with a doctor and dumped him for the doctor who wasn't handsome at all.

Feeling depressed, he confided in his uncle.

"Why? Don't you understand something so obvious? He's a doctor with a bright future and a high social standing, while you're just a lowly bartender who stays up all night smiling and working hard to earn a meager living. If I were a woman, I would choose the doctor and dump you."

His uncle scoffed at the handsome bartender's naiveté: "William, I advised you to study medicine after graduation. It was the safest way to rise from the bottom to the middle class, but you just wouldn't listen."

You're thinking of working part-time as a bartender to earn money, save up funds, and start your own business to make big money, but business isn't that easy.

I've worked hard for this little bar for half my life. Everyone says I'm stingy because I've never bought anyone a drink. But without my relentless saving and hard work, I would never have my own bar..."

"Doctors are noble and have a promising future, bartenders are lowly and have no future..."

The handsome bartender William was no longer listening to what his uncle was saying. His mind was filled with the image of what he thought was 'true love' walking hand in hand with the doctor. Muttering to himself, he suddenly stood up and declared, "I want to be a doctor!"

P. S.: I'm having some writer's block, so only 2 chapters today. I'll try my best to get back to 4 chapters as soon as possible. Sorry.