In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 743: The Elegy of the Night Rain (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

In the evening of the seaside city, the sunset is always very bright. On the streets of the manor area, the lampposts with complicated vine patterns are illuminated golden yellow, and the evening wind blows over, and a piece of paper pasted on the lampposts is blown. I have to dance and draw beautiful arcs in the air,

Flying over the mottled walls, passing through the spires illuminated by the sunset rays, going down along the patterned iron railings, and finally floating into the mailbox at the gate of the manor, lying quietly at the bottom of the mailbox.

Picking the lock of the mailbox with a leather gloved hand, opened the door of the mailbox, took out the piece of paper, and looked at the contents of the paper, Merkel was a little excited With a sigh of relief, holding the paper in one hand, he pushed open the gate of the manor with the other, and handed it to Schiller who was having dinner.

Schiller put down the newspaper in his hand, took the paper, glanced at it, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's going on? Is there really a troupe willing to come to Gotham to play Shakespeare? And it's still 'Macbeth' '?"

"Yes sir, I knew you would be very happy, this is the most famous Angelica troupe in the Metropolis, they are very popular all over the east coast, and they are best at Shawn plays... ..."

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Schiller looked at the piece of paper, which was just a simplified version of the troupe's repertoire, with the name of the troupe, the repertoires planned to be performed in this city, the main repertoires and the names of other light comedies written on it.

This simple version of the repertoire is also very Gotham style. The main repertoire is "Macbeth" among Shakespeare's four tragedies, which is a play that Schiller likes very much.

But unfortunately, none of the troupes that came to Gotham to perform before were capable of performing Shakespeare's plays. Most of them were after-dinner sketches or light comedies, not serious plays at all. Have seen any drama.

"Quick, Merkel, call this troupe and buy me one... no, two tickets... no, no, besides Victor, Lawyer Harvey should also like this Buy him a ticket for a play, as for Sergeant Gordon...you call him first to ask if he is free, and Godfather, but I think he should be faster than me?"

Merkel took the simple repertoire from Schiller, smiled and said: "Tomorrow, the fact that you like Shakespeare's plays will spread throughout Gotham... Oh, no, maybe tonight I will."

Schiller got up from his chair and said, "I haven't been this happy in a long time since I came to this city. By the way, who are their stars? Is their backstage open? I can meet the stars." Is it?"

"I will ask for you." Merkel put the chair back, turned to the phone, and said, "But as far as I know, the theater troupes from the Metropolitan generally do not accept backstage visits. Keep the mystery of the actor."

"That's fine, although I know that the roles they play have nothing to do with them and everything should just stay on the stage, but I still like to communicate with these actors who play different roles. The state of mind of certain characters can provide me with a lot of material..."

Schiller walked towards the gate very briskly, he said: "If you can get the detailed play list tonight, be sure to help me see which scene 'Macbeth' is arranged for, hopefully after lunch , I don't want it to attract too many people who just laugh and laugh like those after-dinner sketches."

Merkel made a reassuring gesture, and then saw that Schiller took an umbrella and walked out of the gate of the manor. He called the driver, then got in the car, and walked through the streets of Gotham all the way. Go to the door of Iceberg Restaurant in the East District.

After he walked into the restaurant, he found that several children were practicing serving dishes. Seeing him coming in, they backed away a few steps in horror, but then they remembered that they had seen Schiller before, and Schiller seemed to be They were friends of their boss, so they froze in place, not daring to move.

The leading child carefully put down the plate in his hand, and then ran upstairs. After a while, Coppert came down. Seeing Schiller, he was a little surprised and asked: "Professor, are you How come?"

"I'll take a look at your restaurant, how's the preparation going?"

"It's almost ready, and it will open within a week." Cobbot walked down the spiral staircase, adjusted his tie, and said, "I'm planning to find someone to post notices and hand out leaflets. "

Copper pointed to the table next to him. He and Schiller sat on both sides of the table. The waiter brought them two glasses of water, and the children huddled in the corner, staring at the two of them indivual.

Neither Copperpot nor Schiller paid any attention to the children, who were discussing the opening of the Iceberg restaurant.

"I think those newsboys and peddlers should be of great help to you. Just put an advertisement in the newspaper or brown paper wrapped in bread, and soon, the entire East District will know the news of your opening." ’” Schiller said.

Coppert was stunned for a moment, and said: "Clip the advertisement in the newspaper? I was planning to ask them to send it..."

"This may be possible in the East District, because the vast majority of residents here do not have independent mailboxes, but if you want to go to the West District to promote, you must not let them deliver leaflets alone, which is very rude." Schiller pointed out Among the loopholes, he said:

"Although I also think that these rules are somewhat unnecessary, but the gentlemen in the West District just think that this should be done. Delivered to the mailbox, but the opening advertisement is not acceptable.”

"Because it takes the time to formulate these things and print them on a colored scented paper, it proves that these shops are for these gentlemen, and they will be happy to buy something."

"But if you put the opening advertisement directly into their mailbox, stating that it is a restaurant in the East District, and attaching a menu, they will think that you are humiliating them. If you see your name again, They may think you are a gangster, forcing them to join in."

Coppert nodded thoughtfully and said: "That's right, they may want to see some complicated dishes on the menu, rather than simple steak or bread."

"This building has seven floors. Don't you have a VIP room or something?" Schiller said, looking at the ceiling of the hall.

I, Coppert, choked, and he said, "I don't quite understand, how... how to get along with them, I mean, deal with people of your class..."

Schiller smiled and said, "Before, when you were an umbrella boy, didn't you already see it? Don't you already know how celebrities of all colors behave?"

"Yes..." Copper nodded and said, "But when I actually started preparing the restaurant, I realized that things are not as simple as I thought."

"I guess, you want too much." Schiller turned his head and looked out the window and said, "You should be very clear that the labor pool brought about by the development of the logistics industry will bring you a lot of wealth. .”

"For example, most of the restaurants in the Manor District are magnificent, and each one has an exquisite appearance. The people who go in and out there are either rich or expensive, but they may not have the most popular restaurant in the East District to make money."

"Many of these restaurants are even losing money. If it weren't for the support of the twelve families behind them, they would have closed down a long time ago. The sales of those expensive ingredients are not high, and it is very difficult to preserve them. It can be said that it is thankless to ruin your reputation."

"But on the contrary, these restaurants in the East District, which make small profits but sell quickly, receive a large amount of dollars every day. The ingredients are simple and easy to handle, and the tastes of customers are not that tricky at all. If the quantity is large and the filling is full, almost all praise , coupled with the fact that it is adjacent to the wharf, the passenger flow is large, and all those bosses have made a lot of money."

"Seeing this situation, of course you would want to get a piece of the action. We all know that there are sick people in the family, and there is always a shortage of money..." Schiller took a sip of water from his water glass, and then continued :

"But at the same time, you want to realize your ambition, you want to climb up and meet people of a higher class, so you chose this mansion as the location of the restaurant, because the facilities here are luxurious enough and attractive enough Twelve families and those in the rich district."

"But in many cases, the two sources of customers are in conflict. Rich men hope to have rare and special ingredients to show their financial resources and taste, but the large number of customers here only hope to have a large number of customers. Different, the way to deal with it is naturally different, but there is only one restaurant, haven't you figured out how to allocate it?"

Coppert seemed a bit cramped. When he was young, he did come into contact with the upper class people of Gotham, but with the death of his father and the decline of the Oswald family, he has become incompatible with the lower class people of Gotham. What a difference.

He doesn't know what is the most popular topic in the wealthy area now, how to deal with those strange rules, and how to integrate into this circle.

"Shouldn't I put the two together?" Coppert frowned, and began to doubt his original decision, which was indeed what he planned at the beginning.

The flow of people in the East District can bring him a lot of money, and the location and former role of the mansion itself can attract high-class guests for him. This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.

But when you actually practice it, you will find that there are still many problems. For example, those rich people are very hypocritical. dine together.

Moreover, what they eat is different from ordinary people. They are willing to spend a lot of money to buy some expensive ingredients. Although they are not very delicious, as long as they are rare and difficult to preserve, those workers are just the opposite.

If you want to receive a large number of people, the lobby on the first floor has to be converted into a restaurant, and if you want to attract rich people, you have to set aside a ballroom to hold dances. There is only one restaurant, and it is difficult to balance the two.

Schiller put his hands on the table, looked into Coppert's eyes and said: "Are you doubting your previous decision? Do you think the two parties are actually incompatible? But I think it is possible."

"If you are my student, you should have learned this knowledge in the class a few days ago-where does the sense of superiority come from?"

Coppert frowned, he began to think, and then he thought of something, but it was difficult to express it in systematic language.

"People's sense of superiority comes from comparison. You don't need to be the richest person in the world, but you only need to be richer than most other people. You don't even need to be richer than most people, as long as you are richer than most people. It’s enough that your neighbor is rich.”

"This is the nature of human beings, and there is almost no way to change it. Even people who are indifferent to fame and wealth will feel happy when they win the comparison."

"As for the situation of the restaurant, there is now a basis for making comparisons. This mansion was originally only open to the upper class, so once ordinary people receive your leaflet, they will feel curious, even if they don't come to eat , will also take a look."

"In the early stage of opening, you will gather a large number of customers. According to my observation, this restaurant should not be able to accommodate. A large number of customers may cause queues. As long as you can ensure law and order, let them be honest in your restaurant. If you line up outside the restaurant, then these people are the basis for your comparison."

"Based on this, you can send invitation letters to those celebrities, and go to the VIP room on the upper floor through the VIP channel."

"When they come here, they will see that those who are not as good as them can only line up outside in the wind and rain, but they can be surrounded by waiters and enter luxurious private rooms. It is a comparative victory and an affirmation of their wealth and status.”

"Maybe, you can build a channel to let these celebrities pass through the people in line, or let them see it directly, so that they can have some limited close contact."

"But..." Cobbot raised an objection: "As far as I know, those gentlemen don't like dock workers. They think that those who work as coolies have a bad smell, and they even see them from a distance. will frown."

"Yeah, they'll probably sit in a gilded booth and complain about it, and they'll probably complain about a whole dinner, and say you can't do business, that those people stain their suits, say It’s disgusting to even look at them.”

"But these complaints actually just strengthened the psychological suggestion. In order to show the difference from those ordinary people, they will be more inclined to order more expensive dishes, eat food that those people can't afford, and drive those that people can't afford. Drink, and then use this as a talking point to show off to your companions.”

"They will even use you as a talking point, thinking that if they open such a restaurant, they will definitely make a wiser choice than you, and they will definitely kick those people out, and only keep the most wealthy and status customers. "

"But does it matter? Are you angry, Copperpot? Are you humiliated for their views?" Schiller asked.

Kobat shook his head and said: "Of course not, I don't care what they say at all, I only care about how much they will spend here, how many times they will come here in a week, and with whom each time of..."

"Sometimes, in interpersonal relationships, playing a fool is not a completely bad thing." Schiller looked at Copperpot and said: "Being someone's talking point may make you look like a clown, but at least, Your name will be passed down in this class, and letting everyone remember you is the first step to climb up."

From the beginning to the end, Coppert's eyes were very bright. He didn't know why Schiller understood this. He didn't know whether this understanding came from Schiller himself or from the subject he studied. "

As the intersection with Schiller deepens, Cobbot always feels that his interest in psychology is getting bigger and bigger. For this reason, even in his busy schedule, he will go to the school of living **** to attend lectures , and even looking at the high school registration information.

His relatively simple world view makes him feel that as long as he can learn these theories, he can use the simplest and fastest way to win, just like winning in gambling. This is his favorite thing to do .

Coppert thought about the future for a while, but then he said: "I have been away from this class for too long, and I really don't understand them. Fortunately, there is you, professor, otherwise, I really Putting advertisements in their mailboxes would be a bad start..."

At this moment, Schiller took out a well-folded piece of paper from his coat pocket, handed it to Cobblepot, and said, "...you should look at this."

"What is this? The Metropolitan Angelica Troupe's repertoire... Is the repertory troupe coming to Gotham?" Coppert frowned, looking at the series of plays, feeling that he had no No clue.

"If you want to open the door of a certain class, you must first get a stepping stone. If you can participate in a hot topic, you can naturally promote your restaurant in a new way. "

Copperpot recalled: "When I was very young, my parents also went to the theater to see performances, but it was very dark. I don't remember what was on the stage at all. I just remember that my father always Talking to his neighbor."

"Yes, this is the meaning of going to the theater. In fact, I already know the plots of many dramas and have watched them many times, but I will go to ~IndoMTL.com with different friends to discuss the plots with them, The performance of the actors, the strength of the troupe, etc., there are too many topics to talk about."

"Am I going to see the play?" Cobblepot stared at the playlist. If you know the plot, how do you get involved in their conversation?"

"It's better if you don't understand, or even if you understand, you should pretend that you don't understand." Schiller took another sip of water and said, "You can bring up this topic, and then ask questions that you don't understand. Ask them, they will definitely explain it to you very enthusiastically, and if you bring up some topics such as movies and TV series, it will make them more tasteful.”

Coppert was thinking while communicating with Schiller, and before he knew it, the night fell.

Schiller looked down at his watch and said, "It's getting late, I may have to go to Wayne Manor, after all, he won't solve those children's troubles as easily as you."

When Bruce was mentioned, Copperpot's face became a little bad. He said: "I can even imagine what kind of situation he is in."

When Schiller left the Bingshan restaurant, it was completely dark, and there was a light rain in the sky again, and the car lights looked like neon in the refraction of the rain.

When Schiller arrived at Wayne Manor, Alfred did not come out to pick him up, which was not normal, the old butler almost never left here.

Schiller walked into the hall of Wayne Manor by himself. The lights in the hall were not turned on, only the fire of the fireplace was flickering faintly. The firewood had been burned out and the flame was about to go out.

Suddenly, a sound came from behind, Schiller turned his head, and saw Bruce Wayne who was drunk on the sofa.