The Plan Begins, and the Dream of a Colossus

London, West End, Kensington.

With its advantageous location and community environment, it was home to numerous famous private schools and museums, as well as Kensington Palace, where the British royal family resided.

Kensington was probably the finest district in all of London's West End. Its vast green spaces bordering Hyde Park had earned it the reputation of being the perfect fusion of traditional British gardens and the modern city.

If the Financial City was the high-end workplace where successful white-collar workers lived and struggled; Shoreditch represented the individuality and trendy style of the working class; and Brixton was a multicultural community full of vitality and conflict among the lower classes,

Then Kensington was undoubtedly a garden in London's upper society, reserved solely for the wealthy to rest and relax.

Here, one could truly see old gentlemen spending the afternoon sitting on benches in the sun, walking sticks and newspapers tucked beneath their arms, as well as successful young people and glamorous socialites dripping with jewels.

Even excluding the wealthy and celebrities everywhere, people who could afford monthly rent exceeding 1,500 pounds to live here had an average annual income of over 75,000 pounds!

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Fred."

On an impeccably neat and clean street beside a detached villa worth over two million pounds, its pure-white carved design elevating British architecture to the peak of modern art, a wealthy housewife heading out that morning greeted a tall, handsome man.

She then received a smiling reply from the young man who supposedly lived here alone, the one everyone nearby wanted to introduce their daughters to.

"Good morning, Mrs. Charles. Are you heading out?"

"That's right. My friend invited me to a birdwatching area in the countryside today."

"Then I wish you a pleasant trip."

The moment he watched the wealthy neighbor