The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1747 S Apocalypse Event (41)

No one cares about where a child who works in the back kitchen suddenly disappears and goes, or that everyone knows it, but it’s just tacit understanding, because human life is not valuable at all.

Except for the sarcastic manager Marina who was yelling frantically in the back kitchen that she had lost important belongings, the restaurant was operating as usual.

The employees in the restaurant all know that Marina is also a thief. She will steal the silverware brought by wealthy guests and lie about it being done by the children of the kitchen helpers. She will even beat them in front of the guests. The vast majority of guests will show mercy and stop caring.

Rich people always have abundant kindness. Marina knows this. Bruce, who was once the richest man in the world, knows it even better, so when he saw Marina dumping her body on the corner of this street, he knew this. The woman is looking for a scapegoat for some of her crimes that may offend the rich, because children are the best candidates to gain mercy from the rich.

After spending another day, Bruce replaced a boy named Bing as the kitchen helper. That night, he found the woman's poorly hidden treasure house, looted the inventory there, and then disappeared from the world. .

His method of finding sideways cannot even be said to be brilliant. He just has the basic IQ that an adult who has traveled through time to become a child should have, coupled with the motivation brought by the long-lost fear of failing the exam, Bruce has gained the first place in this way. Pot of gold.

Smelting silver utensils is too simple, but the difficulty is how to sell such things as a child. Judging from the assumptions of no good person in Gotham, no matter who he reveals to whom he has a piece of silver, It is very likely that they will be killed and cheated.

Silver items are not valuable, but that's from Bruce Wayne's perspective. The kids at the bottom would even beat their heads to pieces for a piece of scrap metal. That can be exchanged for a small piece of bread, so why not Is it worth taking action?

And the small silver nugget in Bruce's hand, which was smelted into about thirty or forty pieces of silver tableware, could at least allow one child to help all the children have a full meal.

But Bruce planned to keep it all to himself.

The experience of surviving in the slums gave him considerable experience. He knew where to sell these things. Simply put, following the snitch was the right thing to do.

Who told his girlfriend to be a top thief?Bruce still clearly remembers that when he lived in Selina's house, there were at least two or three black markets on the streets he passed home every day, and the bosses there only collected items from unknown sources.

Of course, it was impossible for little Bruce to just take the thing and ask the boss for the price. He adopted a relatively clever method, which was to pretend to be the errand boy of a big shot.

While waiting for the smelting process, Bruce squatted in the street next door for two days and basically figured out the living habits of the leader of a small gang there, at least his work and rest time.

So Bruce stood in front of the stall, threw the piece of silver on the board, crossed his arms, smacked it with his tongue, raised his chin without blinking, and pointed at the thing he threw.

The boss was an old black man wearing sunglasses. He took the sunglasses a little below his nose and looked at Bruce from above.

Another advantage of being a kitchen helper is that as long as you are clever enough, you can steal food. Bruce is not able to hide it from several cooks. He has eaten very well in the past few days. Although he is not tall and still very thin, his mental state It can be seen that he has not been hungry recently.

"Bauer asked me to come. One of his boys did a lot of work, so he asked me to come to you."

"Are you new here?"

"It's not new. You haven't been to his place for several months, right?"

The old black man put on his sunglasses again, spat aside and said, "Who wants to go to that stingy guy who can't even get a drink every time he goes there... How much does he ask you to ask for?"

"He said you can give it to me, but you can't say he sold it."

The old black man raised his eyebrows, picked up the piece of silver with his thin fingers and said, "He went to do those sneaky things on other people's territory again? Sooner or later he will be beaten to death."

He looked at the piece of silver again and again, weighed it with his hands, and said: "This thing is made very finely, not like that big old man."

"I did it." Bruce patted his chest proudly and said, "Why else would he have picked me back up?"

The old black man took off his sunglasses completely, looked Bruce up and down, and said, "Have you been to school?"

"No, but if you learn some skills, don't ask."

"Your parents are gangsters who dispose of corpses?"

"I don't have parents."

"You're quite strict." The old black man said, but his tone obviously slowed down a lot, as if he was joking with his grandson. He weighed the small piece of silver again and said, "I can only give you five dollars." Dollar."

"You all know that he is stingy, so you know that he will definitely not agree to such a low price."

"You don't seem to be very afraid of Ball?"

"Don't ask so much, ten dollars, buy it now."

The old black man snorted coldly and murmured to himself in a low voice: "That Ball is just a sneaky little bastard, and now he has turned to stealing... Give me fifty cents more."

"No, it's only ten dollars, or be careful that he drinks and goes crazy and comes to your booth."

The old black man glanced at Bruce, seemed to have dispelled the last trace of doubt, and began to concentrate on bargaining with Bruce.

The two struggled for a long time, and finally the old black man said: "You are a smart boy, and I don't want to see you get beaten. For seven dollars, you can do the job when you go back."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, if he hits me when I go back, I will run to you."

The old black man laughed and said: "Then I'll beat him out with a stick, and then you stay and work for me. I have a lot of good things here." "Let's talk about it." Bruce seemed impatient. He waved his hand, picked up the money handed over by the black old man, and left, but in fact, he didn't feel relieved until he completely walked out of the block.

Spending money was also a troublesome thing, and Bruce had to pretend to be various identities in the gangsters and kid gangs to buy various small things, convert the money into cents as much as possible, roll it up and hide it on his body All kinds of places.

His luck can't be said to be good. He was blocked twice by the Children's Gang. Once, six or seven people came with weapons in their hands. It was obvious that he had been cornered. He was pretending to be a gangster. The younger brother was useless, so he had to let them search him.

If Bruce wants to hide it, he can hide the money very tightly, but if he really can't find a penny, the members of the Kid Gang may know that he is a helpless orphan, but if they can find some change , I know that he either has parents or a gang, and he will leave after taking the money, and he will not beat him on purpose, so as not to get himself into trouble.

Bruce lost more than ten cents in this way, but he kept changing areas to act, and no one could tell his true identity as soon as they met.

Bruce chose to build a base at the junction of several kid gangs, close to the black market. But if he had a fixed base, he had to have a real identity, otherwise he would become familiar with everyone around him. Who would he take? If you use the gang identity as an excuse, it may be exposed by the other party.

But Bruce has long known how a certain type of liar makes a fortune. To put it simply, he pretends to be rich and deceives rich people, and then becomes a real rich person.

Bruce quickly became acquainted with the leader of a children's gang under the guise of helping him along the way. At this time, Bruce was in much better condition than the other children because he was well nourished by food and drink.

The leader of the children's gang knew that there were never too many strong children, so he started poaching people. Bruce showed a slight reserve and refused twice before joining as usual.

With a real gang, things are much easier to handle. The leader of this kid gang is already fourteen or fifteen years old, and he has long been favored by the gang because he is very strong. He will not be the leader in a few days. Bruce took advantage of the situation. Although he is young, he is a very capable adult after all. It didn't take long to coax the other children in the children's gang, and he became the leader of the children's gang naturally.

With a gang that is in good shape and fully staffed, there is even more room for performance. Bruce mobilizes troops at the headquarters every day, seizes every opportunity that can be taken advantage of, arranges the positions of personnel reasonably, and brings out the strengths of all the children. Within a week, the children were taken care of in an orderly manner.

At the same time, in the dining room of a gorgeous manor, two girls, one big and one small, were busy eating. The boy sitting at the front on the right gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and put down the fork in his other hand.

The older girl swallowed the last mouthful of hot soup, sighed contentedly, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the boy opposite and said, "Doctor Schiller, you..."

"Call me Schiller, Miss Helen."

"Okay, Schiller, I understand everything you said about the dream kingdom plan, but I have one more question..."

Helen looked up at the luxurious restaurant in this manor, and asked: "You said that everyone started as a child in a slum, so how did you get all this?"

"I helped the liars upgrade their deception techniques. If nothing else, they should be deceiving people at the dance now."

"I don't understand..."

"Pretend to be rich to deceive rich people, and then become real rich people. Originally, they were just a couple doing fairy dance business in the slums. Now they are rich businessmen from Maryland who are passionate about charity and have a biological son. , also adopted two little girls from the slums of Gotham, and is now looking for investment opportunities in Gotham.”

"Where is the start-up capital? Renting such a large manor should cost a lot of money, right? You also have to buy clothes and jewelry from rich people..."

"Gangster." Schiller spit out a word.

"Huh?" Helen still didn't understand.

Seeing the neatly arranged tableware in front of Helen, Schiller sighed, and explained with extra patience: "My partner is not this couple, I convinced a gangster, this is their business investment, money Of course it was them too."

"It turns out that the gang wanted to commit fraud." Helen said suddenly, but she soon asked doubtfully: "How did you convince them? You are not a psychology professor now, you are just an orphan from Gotham. How could they Are you willing to listen to children?"

"Of course they were in trouble, and I just happened to show up, and what I said was very reasonable. If they didn't listen to me, they would be doomed, and they would have to be treated like a dead horse."

"Is the capital chain broken?" Helen could only guess this, but this is also the most logical answer. Otherwise, why would they engage in fraud?It must be to ease financial constraints.

But Schiller shook his head and said, "They can't be considered gangsters anymore."

Seeing the slightly puzzled expression on Helen's face, Schiller explained: "Their boss has offended people, and the gangsters can't get along anymore, but if they are swallowed up in the form of gangsters, then they have nothing left. The others You can work as a gangster for other gangs, and the original leader will definitely be eradicated."

"so what?"

"So this is not a scam, I am helping them get ashore clean." Schiller folded the napkin into a regular triangle and said: "While it is not completely annexed, sell all your property, organize a scam, and break into the upper class. Once you get investment and actually start a business, it will naturally clear your name.”

Helen was stunned for a moment. She was very smart, so she keenly grasped the key points in Schiller's thoughts. She asked tentatively: "So you just came ashore with a clean slate?"

Schiller nodded slightly and said: "They don't know anything about the etiquette of upper class society, and they haven't done any normal business, so they can only point at me. At least for a period of time, I will get the compensation I deserve."

"Isn't it more than that?" Helen frowned and said.

"You are very smart, Helen." Schiller praised from the heart, and then his expression darkened again, and said: "And one of my not-so-bright students seems to be giving me a reputation in the education world It’s a huge blow.”

"I said, you don't want to give your psychology professor's reputation in the educational world a heavy blow again, do you?"

A boy with green hair leaned against the door frame and looked at Bruce who was dealing with the kid's gang affairs and said.

Bruce looked up with a confused look on his face, wondering why Jack said this.

(End of this chapter)