Win Wayne

Wen didn't know what this meant to Wendy. Anyway, to herself, this kind of knowledge undoubtedly solved her major confusion.

Before that, she really couldn't understand how the Bat family in another world treated her—although she knew a lot from Wendy vaguely, the "friend" Wendy talked about was in Wendy's place. There is really no sense of substitution in the feeling.

Even though Wen wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out why his former "self" would be so nosy.

Now it seems that this will always be an unsolved mystery, although Wen is not without the slightest guess as to the true situation of this unsolved mystery.

The main reason is that she is very clear about Wendy's terrible situation, and she is quite self-aware of her own patience: it should be that at the very beginning she tried to persuade Wendy to resist Bruce or run away from home, and Wendy was following her suggestion Swinging back and forth with her father's request, during the period, she may have done something that hurt both her and Bruce at the same time, and then Bruce adjusted his strategy to deal with Wendy's "illness", while the "illness" itself gave up in a fit of anger...

There are bound to be discrepancies in the details, but that's certainly the way things are going.

Now that he could guess what was going on, Wen became uninterested in the facts themselves.

However, there is still a very urgent question for Wen, and she urgently needs to get an answer from Wendy.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Wen Bai puzzled and said, "You don't give me the feeling that you are the kind of person who is in a hurry and doesn't know what to do when it comes to a critical moment, how can you be so unresolute? Look, you're either listening to your 'friend' or Bruce, and you haven't made any important decisions yourself?"

——When I was very young, I wished I could be anyone but myself.

Wen was dumbfounded: Great, now Wendy has raised the core of the matter to another level.

Although Wen didn't agree with Wendy's way of handling it, it was clear that Wendy's swaying was not out of stupidity.Wendy just doesn't like herself, so she would rather hand over the power to resolve most matters to someone she thinks she can trust... Wendy doesn't know what other people will think after knowing this situation, but she thinks Wendy is really crazy.

This psychopath had the nerve to scold her for something wrong.

Life in Wayne's main house is so unpretentious and boring, although Alfred is indeed serving a feast in different ways, and all kinds of high-tech equipment in the castle are also very novel-such an ancient castle, so Built-in various highly intelligent and voice-activated devices!

Especially the parking lot. The most eye-opening thing for Wen was the parking lot of Wayne's main house. The luxury cars in it were not surprising. What surprised her most was that all of these luxury cars were equipped with automatic driving. system.

Pure automatic driving actually doesn't require Wen to make a fuss, but these automatic driving systems are produced by the Stark Group.

And it also comes with a variety of absolutely redundant functions. Have you ever seen a Maserati that can float off the ground?Almost all of them are in the garage, and these luxury cars can actually dive!

"So why are these functions produced by the Stark Group." Wen asked Tim with a very complicated mood, "Doesn't the Wayne Group have one?"

He was doing business but was knocked on the door and asked such a question. Tim's expression gradually became a little weird: "I think your understanding of the Wayne Group is very one-sided, Wen. What do you know about the Wayne Group?"

Wen thought for a while and said, "Very rich."

Just as Tim was about to speak, Wen said again: "The subordinate branch involves all walks of life from life to death, basically doing everything."

"Yes, but this kind of cognition is far from comprehensive. If you want to compare it with the Stark Industrial Group - Stark is an industrial group specialized in high technology, like a tree, with branches growing outward around a thick trunk ; In contrast, Wayne Group has a more complex and wider structure, like a big net." Tim said, "Stark and Wayne's businesses overlap, and usually we will take A relatively more benign way of cooperation..."

Wen said: "The two companies have discussed with each other, you will study this, and I will study that?"

Tim fell silent: "..."

Wen knew that his imagination was too idealistic.

"We compete fairly." Tim tried not to embarrass Wen. "The model you mentioned is perfect, but it is basically impossible to realize it in two large-scale groups. We can only achieve a certain limit at most." Fair competition. The intelligent system of Stark Industries is better, and Tony Stark's personal talent is indeed unparalleled, so we gave up research in this area, directly purchased his original system, and then modified it."

Wen began to wonder if the Batmobile was also using the Stark Group's research results.

It's unlikely, but it's interesting to imagine.

"In addition, we have actually researched a similar device, which is smarter than the Stark Group version in some respects." Tim continued, "But the cost is high and there is no entertainment, so this research Almost all were put on hold."

So Wen understood that, sure enough, everything on the Batmobile was made by himself.

"It's so far away." Wen sighed, "I can't imagine how two such big companies operate. Both Mr. Wayne and Tony are very unscrupulous. I always feel that they are just the spirit of the company. The leader is about the same as the Queen of England."

Tim gave a crooked smile: "I don't think they're doing very well with spiritual leaders either."

"What are you doing?" Wen was curious about what Tim was doing again, "I can understand that Dick can't go home every day, Damian is too young and doesn't have any party invitations, why don't you go out every day? No date?"

Tim paused and said, "There's an invitation, but I don't like that very much."

"Sounds like you're saying 'I'm not very into girls'." Win took Tim's word for it, but made a small joke anyway.

"What? No, I like girls." Tim retorted helplessly. "I just..."

Wen's attention has shifted to another direction: "What do you think Mr. Wayne thinks about the emotional life of the teenagers at home?"

"Huh?" Tim was taken aback.

"Because I don't think he likes Connor very much."

"..."

"I know it's normal for him not to like Connor, but I'd also like to know what he thinks about other similar situations. How does he feel about Dick being in love? You know?"

Tim does know a little bit.

"I heard that when Dick first had some flair with Barbara, Bruce doubled Dick's learning load, making him so busy that he didn't have much time to spend with Barbara." Tim said uncertainly, "Probably so, but Dick was only twelve or thirteen years old... Now that Dick is really with Barbara, Bruce doesn't respond."

Wen listened in silence, remembering Wendy saying that Dick was "always late" and "always busy".

For a moment, she didn't know what emotion was surging in her heart, she just thought it was quite funny... The beginning of the whole thing was funny, every detail was funny, and the ending was also funny...

It's all filled with hilarious jokes created by silences and misunderstandings.

But she couldn't quite smile.

Wen sighed heavily, and patted Tim on the shoulder: "It's not easy for you..."

Tim blinked: "?"

"Just be honest with me, Tim, sometimes, just sometimes," Wen said, "do you ever feel, a little bit, regret joining this family?"

Tim said, "What happened? Why are you asking?"

"Nothing happened, nothing happened before. I just wanted to ask, because Damian must have pissed you off, and Bruce, it's unlikely that he will really teach Damian particularly harshly." Wen said, " As long as no one is touching the bottom line, Bruce will only be in the mud, but once the bottom line is touched, his reaction is terrible. Sometimes people even feel that he is... capricious."

"You're right, but I don't think I'll regret it," Tim replied, "Maybe I'll want to leave, but I won't regret joining."

Wen looked at Tim's expression thoughtfully, and whispered, "If you are being coerced by someone, blink your right eye."

"...Wen." Tim didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm serious."

Wen immediately became unhappy, she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes: "You guys are just like mainstream movies and TV dramas, no matter what tragic things happened, no matter how much pain and misunderstandings in the process, love will make us feel better for each other Help and forgive...I hate this kind of routine, Tim, and this is Gotham, and you guys make me feel like I'm on the wrong set."

"Don't be so cynical."

Wen Xin said, where do you superheroes come from and say that I am cynical?

But she also knows Tim's attitude, and from Tim's attitude, she can roughly infer the attitudes of other people in the family. The Bat family is indeed a group of good people with Gotham neuropathy characteristics.

"Is there anything else you want to do? Don't you just want to ask me this?" Tim asked suspiciously. "If it's okay, I'm going back to work."

"You're just old enough to work?"

"If you want, Bruce probably doesn't mind letting you manage the company." Tim said calmly, "In terms of status, you are indeed more suitable than me, but you still have to work hard to find a way to get the approval of the management. Otherwise, there is a high probability that they will take you out of the picture, or simply set up a company for you to let you lose money and play casually."

Wen thought he had heard something remarkable.

Opening a company to play at a loss... What's going on, she was a little cautious.

Wen stopped bothering Tim, and she also knew that she was the only one in the family with nothing to do, and everyone except her had business to do, and it was all a matter of life and death.

Before leaving, she asked, "Do you know where Dick has gone?"

"He's in the room. He didn't go out today. He seems to be looking at some work materials." Tim replied, "Do you need to ask him?"

Wen didn't answer, but glanced at him.

"You say," she asked another question thoughtfully, "will Dick like me?"

"He doesn't like you enough?" Tim smiled, smiling, the door just closed in front of his eyes, and the look in Wen's eyes before he left was lingering in Tim's mind.

Tim couldn't stop laughing.