While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

December 7, 6:30 p.m., a neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York.

Under the dim streetlights, a tall young man in a suit and tie was snapping his fingers and humming a tune:

"War, huh, yeah!"

What are its advantages?

"Absolutely nothing!"

The song is called "War," a well-known American song, and also the song that the eldest brother in the movie "Rush Hour" likes the most.

Like the eldest brother in the movie, the young man also moved his body to the beat.

Clearly, the young man was in a very good mood, with his sanity level visibly overflowing.

As the young man passed by the community church, the nuns greeted him:

"Tom, what are you singing? You seem so happy."

"Aunt Sofia, I'm just singing a random song. You've probably never heard this song before; I just made it up on the spot."

The young man's name is Tom Smith. He is a junior civil servant in the New York State Department of Finance. He has just finished his internship and today is his third day on the job.

At the same time, there is a soul from the future inside his body.

Forget about the classic old songs he mentioned; Brother Cheng wasn't even born in this era.

Tom's mother often volunteered at church, and the original owner often ate at church when he was a child. The original owner had a very good relationship with the nun.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with his nanny, Tom continued walking home.

As soon as I entered the apartment building, I bumped into a short, stout middle-aged man with a sturdy build. He was walking a dog that was even bigger than him, and it looked like he was going to walk the dog.

The middle-aged white man was a small contractor with a large group of European compatriots working illegally under him.

In recent years, there have been many municipal projects, and relying on low labor costs, he has made a lot of money and looks down on his poor neighbors.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile when he saw Tom.

"Tom, I heard you went to work as a civil servant at the city hall, is that true?"

Tom knew immediately that the other person was going to make fun of him.

Unlike the University of Tokyo where Tom lived in his previous life, in America, civil servants are looked down upon, have low incomes, zero benefits, and almost no room for promotion.

In addition, grassroots civil servants do not have long-term contracts and may be dismissed at any time due to budget cuts.

Before Tom could answer, the middle-aged man continued sarcastically:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"What a waste of your status as a college student, especially a law student."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I've never seen a law school student not become a lawyer, but instead become a government lackey."

The middle-aged man touched his sunburnt neck, tugged at his dog which weighed at least fifty kilograms, and walked past Tom with an arrogant air.

Tom clenched his fist and looked at the backs of the man and dog, but then, remembering the great thing that had happened today, he relaxed his clenched fist.

The reason we can't be violent on such a joyous occasion is definitely not because we're afraid of that vicious dog.

I'm a transmigrator with a system; I'll get my revenge sooner or later.

Come to think of it, it's all the fault of the brain-dead original owner, which has caused Tom to be ridiculed by the neighbors.

As the other party said, the original owner's academic background was that of a law school student, and much higher than that of a typical law school student. How much higher?

It's three or four stories high.

The original owner was a graduate of Yale Law School, one of the best law schools in the United States.

Unfortunately, the original owner got in through exams. Yale admits a few nerds every year so that the rich kids and princesses in the school have someone to bully.

The original owner was always self-important, believing that with such good grades, he would definitely have a bright future;

Not only did he not try to curry favor with the professors at school, he also couldn't get into any fraternities;

Without a letter of recommendation, Tom was unemployed upon graduation, completely losing his chance to enter the legal profession, a first-class profession in America.

In the American legal profession, no matter how high your educational background is, without a letter of recommendation, even the most basic bar exam, you simply cannot pass the interview stage.

How can you become a lawyer if you don't have a relative who is a lawyer or a mentor who is a professor at a law school?

Lawyers are defined by lineage and mentorship; Muggles should just stick to manual labor and stop dreaming.

If Tom hadn't transmigrated, the foolish original owner would have planned to take the bar exam a few more times and pursue his dream of becoming a lawyer.

Mules always believe that they are not working hard enough to have the opportunity to reproduce.

Tom opened the apartment door, went to the kitchen, and started cooking.

As I passed by, I casually turned on the radio to listen to the broadcast.

Televisions have been invented, but they are expensive and rare even in America. Radios are the most common electronic entertainment devices, and almost every household has one.

With the melodious music playing on the radio, accompanied by the static characteristic of radio stations in this era, Tom began to cook.

Tom opened a bag of flour, kneaded the dough, rolled it out, cut it into noodles, and then boiled water to cook the noodles.

Then I took out a frying pan and used it to fry the noodle toppings.

After working for more than an hour, it got completely dark and it was eight o'clock.

The apartment door opened again, and a middle-aged couple walked in; they were the original owner's adoptive parents.

"Little Cookie, what delicious treats did you make today?"

"Noodles, hand-pulled noodles."

"The whistle is made from canned diced meat, canned tomatoes, and canned mushrooms."

Tom's mother's name was Penny Smith. Tom loved eating her cookies when he was a child, so Tom got the nickname "Little Cookie".

Looking at the lavish dinner and Tom's beaming face, Penny immediately noticed something amiss.

"Is something good happening today?"

"When I ask you to make noodles more often, you always make excuses, saying that kneading and rolling dough is too troublesome."

"It's nothing, let's eat first, you'll find out soon enough."

Tom pointed to the radio, then to the dinner on the table.

"Today's broadcast will tell you the answer."

The family of three sat down to eat. Shortly after dinner, the elegant music on the radio stopped.

A crackling sound of electricity flashed by; it seemed the radio station was about to play a recording.

Then, a deep and powerful baritone voice rang out:

"Fellow Americans, early this morning Hawaiian time, Japan launched a surprise attack on our Pearl Harbor military base."

"Warships, aircraft, and base facilities were largely destroyed."

"But none of that matters. What matters most is that our brave soldiers died in this despicable sneak attack."

"They were not only heroes who defended the United States, but also children of fathers and mothers, fathers of children, and brothers and sisters..."

The melodious male voice on the radio touched the hearts of every listener.

Tom's father grew increasingly angry as he listened, while Tom's mother grew increasingly saddened.

Tom, being a time traveler, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow even though he knew this beforehand.

The Japanese are about to undergo a second round of redevelopment, how could Tom not be happy?

今天可不是一般的12月7日，而是1941年的12月7日，日本偷袭珍珠港的日子。