In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 799: Fatal Joke (26)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

"Schiller, I think we really should have a good talk." One morning, Bruce stopped Schiller who was about to go out, and said to him very seriously.

"What are you doing? Don't stop me from going out to find a job. Don't you know that the situation is very serious now. I've been here for several days, and I haven't found a formal job yet." Schiller pushed Bruce away. The arm wants to get out.

And Bruce looked at Schiller. A few days later, his clothes, shoes, and watch were all in good condition, his complexion was rosy, and he was full of energy. He spent more than twelve hours a day looking for work, and he was not tired at all.

Schiller was about to go out again, but Bruce stopped him and said, "No, you can't go out, what you're doing is too dangerous, can't you just find a job in living hell?"

Schiller thought for a while and said: "Well, it's not completely unreasonable. I've been here for so many days, but I haven't found any promising jobs. I haven't tried to find a job at home. , Forget it, let me try."

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but within half a minute of his relief, his heart became hoarse again, because Schiller ran directly to the water purifier.

Bruce took a lot of effort to pull him back. At this time, he had almost exhausted all his strength, and he was more tired than the previous few days combined, and he couldn't even stand up straight.

He leaned on the side fence and said to Schiller: "You can't poison the water, you can't threaten all the gangsters here with chemicals to give you jobs, and you can't collude with the boys to intercept the clean water and sell High price..."

Schiller thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs again."

Ten minutes later, Bruce stopped in front of him again and said, "No, you can't go to the newsboy to monopolize the newspaper, and you absolutely can't open the lid of other people's milk bottles..."

"Schiller! Don't go to the rooftop! Don't touch the green plants here, you can't dig them up and sell them for money, this is a public facility..."

"Don't touch the sewer! What? Owls? No more owls!"

"Hans came to you? You can't kill for him, you are not a killer! You are a university professor!

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In the next few days, Bruce fully realized the serious consequences of making decisions when the brain lacks nutrients.

In the past few days, Bruce's main job is to follow Schiller to find a job. Schiller can always create perfect job opportunities for himself in every job hunting process.

Actually, there are only a few places where there are jobs in Gotham East. If you don’t leave this area, you can only go to those places to find a job. In the warehouse area, the dining area, the truck area, and the living hell.

Schiller was always looking for a job, but never actually found one.

In the warehouse area, you are a warehouse keeper, making false accounts, changing labels, and stealing things. In the dining area, you are working with one family to poison the food of that family, and working with that family to poison the food of this family. Unite with this gangster to touch that gangster, and then unite with that gangster to touch that gangster. In the living hell, you will look down at the water purifier and up at the sewer...

It stands to reason that this kind of cheating and abducting will not last for a long time, but Schiller can really turn these jobs into a long-term, sustainable business with a lot of room for development.

Let’s talk about the work of the warehouse first. At first, he changed the goods records just to smuggle some goods out to ensure his basic survival. The boss found out.

Accordingly, this was the beginning of his bad luck, but Schiller went to talk to this gangster boss, so his opponent's warehouse was in bad luck. The warehouse caught fire and 800 pieces were lost.

The boss of the gang who was involved was also impatient. After finding Schiller, Schiller gave him another idea.

As long as there is no goods, there is no profit. As long as there is no profit, according to the rules of the gang, there is no need to pay protection fees. Of course, if the word protection fee is replaced by tax, many people may understand it.

A total of 2,000 pieces of goods, 1,200 pieces of which were crushed due to the rollover of the truck and could not be sold at all, and 800 pieces completely disappeared due to the fire, then the profit of these 2,000 pieces is 0. The protection fee to be paid is 0.

At the same time, transporting these 2,000 pieces requires labor costs, storing these 2,000 pieces requires storage costs, and selling and publicizing or transshipment transactions requires costs. Adding all these together, in addition to the purchase cost of the 2,000 pieces of goods themselves, the cost is also To more than triple.

Because of the disappearance of 2,000 items, all the costs paid turned into losses, then the same amount of profit will be deducted from the year-end financial report, and this part of the profit does not need to be handed over in proportion , that is, direct tax exemption.

Seeing Schiller's actions, from petty theft to tax evasion, Bruce had no choice but to change the rules of the game. He definitely couldn't go to the warehouse area.

In the catering area, at the beginning, it was only to help the owners of small stalls and hawkers to eradicate competitors, but soon, they began to target the purchase channels of meat.

If you want to get low-priced high-quality meat, you can only target frozen smuggled meat, but Schiller seems to think that the cost of frozen smuggled meat is not low enough, so he aimed at sick cattle.

But the number of sick cows was too small, and it was a one-off sale. Schiller planned to join forces with veterinarians to disguise the cows as sick cows, and finally contacted the ranchers to collectively lower the price of cow seedlings.

For the sake of Gotham's food safety in the future, Bruce also delimited the dining area from Schiller's activities, but Schiller didn't say anything, and turned around to trouble the truck driver.

Of course, the truck drivers were able to survive, thanks to Jack the clown. A victory for the underprivileged.

Even so, Bruce still drew the truck driver's gathering place out of Schiller's scope of job hunting. After all, he didn't want to wake up early in the morning and see two clowns squatting beside his bed, asking him to judge.

Can't go anywhere, so stay in living hell, right? But obviously, even staying in living **** can't stop Schiller's desire to find a stable job.

After the original capital accumulation, Schiller started to speculate in real estate.

It is really difficult for one person to speculate in real estate, but what Schiller is best at is drawing a bunch of big pies, and then pulling a group of people into the pit.

Living Hell has a good location in the East District, with complete supporting facilities and good living conditions. More importantly, the sanitary conditions are unique, and it is the only school district. What are you waiting for?

Bruce is certainly not stupid. When Schiller started the first step, he discovered that the end of real estate speculation is to drive out all the residents who originally lived here, and all the houses are vacant to serve investors. The wealth gap widens further, leading to even greater chaos.

During this period, in order to prevent Schiller from creating employment opportunities and broadening investment channels, Bruce stayed up early at night and got up early in the morning, eating in a hurry, and was even more embarrassed than when he was wandering .

When he was wandering, he had to fight against the crazy reality, but now, he had to fight against a madman who couldn't even deal with the crazy reality.

Bruce found that the most fundamental reason why Schiller can gain an advantage here is that he has no morals.

As a result, Bruce discovered that it was reasonable for Schiller to wonder what was so difficult about living in the slums, because in Schiller's view, living in the slums was not difficult at all. It's like home.

It got Bruce thinking, is all the hardship he's going through here because he's not bad enough?

When he exhausted his last strength and couldn't even leave the room, he could only half lean on the bed and talk to Schiller, the first question he asked Schiller was: "You think I deserve it, don't you?" ?”

Schiller moved a chair, sat on the head of his bed, peeled a fresh apple in his hand, and said: "I know what you want to ask, do you want to ask, good people should be shot Is it on?"

"You find that you have such a hard time here, not because you are not smart enough or hard enough, but because you are not bad enough."

"You don't want to take the initiative to hurt people, and you don't want to abandon your conscience in order to compete for survival materials. This makes you have no advantage in the competition. You find that following the rules here can only be exchanged for death."

Bruce can now be said to be as dry as a straw. In just over two months, he has become so thin that he can clearly see the shape of the skull, and his eyes are deeply sunken in the eye sockets. His handsome face, which had troubled him deeply as a trouble, also disappeared.

He became more of an East Sider through and through, and one of the lowest people in the East Side, but his blue eyes were still bright, like the blue sky Gotham had never seen before.

"If, in a city, good people have no way out and can only die in such a social environment, then maybe this city cannot be saved, isn't it?" Schiller looked at Bruce.

Bruce was silent and didn't answer.

"I appreciate your persistence." Schiller stood up, turned to the door and said, "I'm also a persistent person, so I'm going to find a job."

Just as Schiller looked back, Bruce saw the smile on his face.

After the sound of closing the door, he hurriedly got up from the bed ~IndoMTL.com~ because he saw the terrible madness in Schiller's last smile.

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Now, he understands what is the reason for all these abnormalities. The person who is in the same room with him is not the professor, but Gotham's eternal succubus.

Bruce climbed up with the last bit of strength. He knew that he had to catch up with Schiller, and there was a force urging him to do so.

After the vague laughter almost disappeared, another kind of power burst out from his chest.

He stumbled out the door, there was no sign of Schiller outside, but Bruce knew where he should go.

In the production workshop of the ace chemical plant, Schiller was standing on the feeding platform of a huge chemical preparation mixing tank, holding a match in his hand, while Bruce saw on the side wall of the mixing tank "No Open Flames" sign.

Schiller stared quietly at the flame of the match as if he hadn't seen Bruce. Bruce stumbled up to the feeding platform, exhausted his last bit of strength, and fell to the ground.

The silhouettes of the two were very small against the background of the fluorescent chemicals. The round storage tank was like a sun, and Schiller and Bruce were floating above the flames of the sun.

Bruce really didn't have any strength anymore. The long torture made him no longer able to fight anyone. He could only watch Schiller strike a match again, and behind the fire was his crazy smile .

Bruce closed his eyes in pain, and when the hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, it was deeper than the wind on the boundless desert:

"The clown..."