The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1435 Research on Manipulation ([-])
Two waiters came over, and Schiller glanced at the one facing him. The waiter wearing white gloves showed Schiller the menu on his hands. The waiter went across.

So the two waiters exchanged positions. Jason couldn't understand why they moved in this way. Harry lowered his voice and said to him: "It was the British who landed in Gotham, so we followed the rules at that time. If two people have dinner, one person will order the food, and the other person will order the wine."

"Then what if the person who ordered it doesn't like it?"

"When ordering, of course I will ask the other party if they like it, but generally no one will say they don't like it. The goal of coming to this kind of restaurant is not to eat at all."

"It's just a pain in the ass."

"It's even more outrageous, you can take a look at the menu."

Halle and Jason sat facing each other inside, while Schiller and Pamela sat outside, Halle made a face at Jason, her words made Jason feel a little curious, so he didn't move Sensually, he turned his body towards Pamela, and glanced at the menu in her hand.

In an instant, Jason's eyes widened, and the sound of gasping for air had reached his lips, but thinking of the current situation, he choked it back.

The swallowed air got stuck in Jason's throat, causing him to cough hard a few times, his face flushed, Schiller looked up from the wine list, looked at Jason and said, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just, I just choked."

"Then drink water slowly."

"Okay, Professor."

The other two were concentrating on looking at the menu. Jason leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Is this price serious?"

"When you were in Wayne Manor, didn't Bruce take you out for dinner? I'm afraid his consumption was more exaggerated than this."

"We seldom go out to eat. Bruce doesn't trust the food outside. Besides, Alfred cooks delicious food, although he is also British."

Spotting Schiller's gaze, the two children immediately stopped communicating, straightened their backs, leaned back on the chair like a statue, and began to study the patterns on the ceiling.

"Coppert got two bottles of Don Perignon champagne, which is the [-] celebration edition. He generously shared a bottle with me, and it is now stored in the wine cellar of the new restaurant."

Schiller put down the wine list and explained to Pamela, then looked up at the waiter and said, "Please open it for me, thank you."

After Pamela finished ordering, she sighed softly, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, I have to remind you that there is almost no progress on the subject of growing crops in Gotham, even if you buy me with precious wine, I can't conjure plant seeds out of thin air that can be grown here on a large scale, so do you still want to open wine now?"

"Of course, judging from the fact that you were able to grow a whole field of broccoli that day, I think it's only a matter of time before you complete this project."

Pamela put a hand over her eyes and said, "Professor, you have to believe me, Bruce never told me that his emergency restrictions were to make you allergic to broccoli."

"Why didn't he tell you?"

Schiller leaned back and asked the waiter holding champagne to open the wine. Pamela blinked, as if reading the hint in Schiller's tone, she stared at the clear liquid entering the glass, cleared her throat to test asked.

"He... can't possibly have good intentions, can he?"

"of course."

Pamela's eyes rolled for a moment, she picked up the wine glass and clinked with Schiller lightly, and said, "Is he so that someone can share your anger?"

"Must be," said Schiller, smiling and nodding.

Pamela showed a clear look, took a sip of wine, then gently put the glass on the table, wiped her mouth with a napkin and said: "Professor, although it is a bit abrupt to say this, Bruce has used me The ability to cause you trouble, but did not tell me the consequences of doing so, we are both victims."

"Victims should unite, shouldn't they?" Schiller also put down the wine glass, and when the waiter put the appetizer plate on the table, Schiller picked up the knife and fork, and suddenly changed the subject: "The project of cultivating crops in Gotham Is there no progress at all?"

Pamela sighed helplessly and said: "Let's put it this way, when I signed the contract with the Green of All Things, he told me that I want to be the representative of plants and defend the right of green life in the entire universe. Told him I was going to defend Gotham first, and he stopped talking."

"It was only later that I understood what his silence meant. Gotham is only black, not green. This is an area where the green of all things cannot be governed. The artificially cultivated plants here will go crazy, sooner or later."

Pamela watched the waiter remove the appetizer plates and bring the main course again. She cut the food and said: "The soil culture plants of the first stage either died in the germination period or went crazy during the growth period. I think it may be soil. There was a problem, so I switched to hydroponics again, and the hydroponics plants in the second phase became even more crazy."

"I assumed that there was a problem with the water, so I started to water it with pure water purchased from other cities. The plants in the third stage performed well, and they didn't go crazy and bite people until they matured. So I watered and fertilized them boldly and cultivated them exceptionally well. Thrive."

"Three days after the picking period, two strong cabbages beat five people next door, broke two of their ribs, and perforated one of their eardrums."

"It's really...very strong." Schiller could only comment in this way, and then he asked a little curiously: "Where is the problem?"

Pamela shook her head with a dazed look on her face. She said, "Not only the water and sunlight, but also the air in the third batch of samples, but they all went crazy at the same time."

"I sent all the data to every botanist I knew and they had no clue, I even asked Green All Things, but since that day, he hasn't heard back."

Seeing Pamela's blank and sad expression, Harry still couldn't hold back his laughter, and then giggled out of breath until he choked himself.

Schiller reached out to give her a hand, looked at Pamela and asked, "How many cabbages do you grow?"

Pamela showed a hesitant expression, and Schiller leaned forward slightly, showing that he wanted to hear the answer, so Pamela said softly, "Two tons."

Jason almost spit out the food in his mouth, and Schiller was also stunned. He stared at Pamela and asked, "Why did you plant so much?"

"It hasn't been long since I obtained the power of the green of all things. I can't control some of the power very well. When I stopped those cabbages from beating people, I used the wrong method. Not only did I not reduce their number, but also caused them to split. Each leaf of the original specimen split into a healthy cabbage, and so..."

Schiller sighed. He was not surprised that this kind of thing happened in Gotham, but he still asked after a pause, "Have you considered seeking help?"

"Of course, I have consulted many experts in this field, but Gotham's situation is too special. Except here, I have never heard of any place where plants go crazy, and they can't help."

"I mean, have you ever considered enlisting the wisdom of Batman?"

Pamela paused while holding the fork. She recalled Schiller's previous topic, showed an expression of sudden realization, and said, "Actually, I went to Bruce before, but I didn't really count on him. You It means that I should let him join my project team, and the two of us will develop it together?"

"Miss Pamela, Gotham's agricultural development is an important part of self-sufficiency here. We can't expect the Federation to provide us with the survival resources we need when a disaster occurs. We must produce our own food."

Pamela immediately showed a deep expression, she nodded vigorously and said: "Yeah, it seems that I really shouldn't delay any longer, but Batman should be very busy, his brain is more popular than himself , There are too many subjects waiting for him to participate in.”

"Food is the most important thing for the people. What problem is as important as the food problem?"

Pamela nodded, showing a thoughtful look, repeating Schiller's words in a low voice, as if reciting.

And Schiller added the most important sentence.

"Bruce Wayne's ignorant and uneducated behavior made his father very angry, and his bank card was frozen. How long do you think this young master can endure without money?"

Pamela immediately understood, raised her wine glass and touched it in the air, and the two showed a tacit smile at the same time.

Soon the dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere. On the return trip, Harley tightened the scarf around her neck, looked at Schiller in the co-pilot and asked, "You want Pamela to deal with Bruce? Batman doesn't fall for that easily."

"Of course Batman doesn't, but Bruce does."

Harry and Jason looked at each other, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes. They always felt that Schiller meant something.

The car drove through the streets of Gotham at night. Gotham was still cold and humid at night, and Elliott, who was disguised as Bruce, had to live in the old house of the Kane family on Bliss Street that Thomas had told him before. .

This is a rather old house. Its history can be traced back to when Gotham City was first established. Although the building is old, it looks like no one has lived in it. It is likely that the investment property was not sold at the right time and has remained until now.

Elliott is sad and indignant about his living conditions. He has been wanted by the FBI for a long time. The Elliott family's property has long been annexed by competitors, and most of his private property has been divided up by some distant relatives. .

There are some secret properties that only he knows are afraid to touch, because Elliott has no way of determining which of them are the bait of the FBI, which they often use to catch those rich people who have fled.

Elliott thought that the years of being wanted were already the bottom of his life. As long as he inherited his property and status through Bruce's appearance, he would naturally let the birds fly.

But it is clear that the sky owned by Bruce Wayne is not as vast as Elliott thought. What is even more sad is that Elliott could have stayed in his luxurious manor drinking expensive red wine and spending peaceful nights .

But now, he has to endure the musty smell and damp in the old house, and he can't sleep for a long time with tense muscles on the creaking wooden bed.

Elliott thought, enough is enough, he must find a way to improve his current life.

(End of this chapter)