Chapter 145 Arkham Asylum
If Sheffield had not been in Chicago and was not constantly harassed by Edith Rockefeller, he would have forgotten about doing charity work long ago. How could such a bastard like him learn from other families and waste time on hypocritical charity?
In most cases, charity is about a person doing something bad and then starting to make amends. If you feel guilty, why don't you do something bad in the first place? It's hypocritical! It's like someone is clearly greedy for someone's body, but has to use love to cover it up.
"Yes, I remember now. I promised to think of a solution during the Democratic primary and even drafted a final solution!" Sheffield said he would take responsibility for everything, hiding the fact that he had forgotten about it.
It seemed that he would need to stay in Chicago for a while! Sheffield agreed to Edith Rockefeller's request, and took his coat, ready to go out and investigate in person despite the severe cold.
"What are you going to do? Coward?" Edith Rockefeller didn't understand, but she could see that Sheffield was a man who valued his life very much, as could be seen from the fact that he always brought a large number of bodyguards with him whenever he went out.
"Find a place to do charity work!" Sheffield said with a cold smile. "Doing charity work is such a noble thing. As a famous patriotic businessman, a staunch opponent of price gouging, and the son of a simple Texas farmer, I naturally cannot fall behind. It is my duty to invest in helping the disadvantaged groups in society."
Sheffield himself didn't believe what he said. Not only did he not believe it, but even John Connor, who followed him out of the villa, didn't believe it. His boss never seemed to be a compassionate person. He asked doubtfully, "Do charity!"
"We've already opened private prisons, so what else do we need? After all, it's to help the truly disadvantaged, and that's a good thing!" Sheffield paused and continued, "In the future, if we say someone is mentally ill, then that person will be mentally ill. We can even mass-produce them. If we don't do it, we'll do it to the best of our ability. The new mental hospital must become an authority in this field. As a pioneer in the public welfare of the United States, I cannot shy away from this."
As for the means of treating mental illness, what's so difficult about it? After learning about his relatives in his previous life who were engaged in this industry, Sheffield could be sure of one thing: the ultimate goal of treating mental patients is to calm the patients down. However, in the late 19th century, similar drugs were very rare, and he couldn't give people morphine, which was quite expensive.
But there is a simplest way to calm the patient down. This method is very simple, just beat him until he behaves.
However, since it is a private institution, it must have a very straightforward purpose from the beginning, which is to make a profit. Sheffield thinks this matter is also promising. For example, if a rich man wants to divorce, but his wife disagrees, then the rich man needs a mental illness certificate to prove that his marriage has broken down. Although he will be morally condemned, he can use this to keep his property.
For example, if the son of a wealthy man accidentally kills someone with a gun, if the local court does not believe it is manslaughter, then the wealthy man will need a certificate of mental illness to prove that his child did not commit the crime unintentionally.
Of course, the most important thing here is that you are a rich man first. If you are not, then I am sorry. We are a key public welfare project of the United States. We cannot just give people a certificate of mental illness? What, you want to assassinate the president? Come on, let's write him one!
Sheffield naturally had to choose a place with pleasant scenery and deceptive appearance, but it couldn't be too far away from the city. He didn't care much about whether there would be escapes from the mental hospital and threats to the lives of the citizens. He was mainly worried that the guests would not be able to find the place, which would delay profits.
Fortunately, the area around Chicago is considered a rare population in the United States, but it happens to be a city that is not densely populated. This description is a bit awkward. In fact, the population of the United States is not large for the current territory. It is not difficult to find a suitable property.
Besides, Sheffield had the help of the eldest princess of the Rockefeller family, and the eldest princess's housekeeper came with him. Finally, they chose a piece of land between the urban area and the industrial area of Chicago, not far from the river. I believe it will be a beautiful land in spring, so they turned around and left.
Coincidentally, Edith Rockefeller knew who the land Sheffield had chosen belonged to. After hearing this, she asked in doubt, "Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want me to help you get the land? The owner of that land is the agent of Chicago kerosene lamps. You really know how to choose a place."
"Don't say I don't know. Even if I knew, the Rockefeller family has taken advantage of my family." Sheffield sneered at this question. "Besides, I'm not not paying you. I will never let your agent suffer any loss."
"That's not what I meant. It's my duty to help you!" Edith Rockefeller's momentum weakened when she heard this, and she said a little aggrievedly, "I'm just a little surprised."
I don’t know if Edith Rockefeller took the wrong medicine, but she really helped Sheffield get the land just one day later. Such efficiency was astonishing, and she really deserved the reputation of the First Lady of Chicago.
He even invited this agent named Jonas to Sheffield. Looking at this timid agent, Sheffield knew that it was so frustrating to eat under someone else's protection. It was not as free as carrying the burden on your own.
"I heard that Master William wanted to use my land to care for some mentally ill citizens. Such a kind heart is admirable!" Jonas spoke carefully, but Edith Rockefeller reminded him, "It's not your land anymore."
"Yes, I am very willing to work with Master William and Miss Edith to do something for the disadvantaged groups on the margins of society." Jonas immediately became serious, expressing his determination to devote himself to public welfare.
"Isn't there anything forced?" Sheffield sighed in his heart. When dealing with individuals, he never wanted to act like a bully. If the other party really had any difficulties, as long as they spoke up, he would definitely stop.
"There is absolutely no compulsion!" Jonas straightened his back, indicating that he said whatever he thought and was absolutely not coerced by anyone.
Hmm! Sheffield nodded, was silent for a while, and a strange smile appeared on his face. "How about calling this hospital that helps marginalized people in society Arkham Asylum? I hope that in the future, Arkham Asylum will be full of talented people!"
Regarding the first order, I estimate that it will reach half of 2,500 by noon tomorrow. Basically, it is a failure.
(End of this chapter)
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