Chapter 799: Deadly Joke (Twenty-Six)

"Schiller, I think we really should have a 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 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's arm away and wanted to Get out.

Bruce looked at Schiller. A few days had passed. His clothes, shoes, and watch were all intact. His face was rosy and he was in high spirits. He spent more than twelve hours a day looking for a job, and he was not tired at all.

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

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

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could relax for half a minute, his heart suddenly became hoarse again, because Schiller went straight to the water purifier.

Bruce spent a lot of effort to pull him back. At this time, he had almost exhausted all his energy. He was more tired than the previous few days combined, and he could not even stand up straight.

He leaned on the fence nearby and said to Schiller: "You can't poison the water source, you can't use chemical agents to threaten all the gangs here to provide you with jobs, and you can't collude with newsboys to intercept clean water and sell it at a high price... "

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

Ten minutes later, Bruce stopped in front of him again and said: "No, you can't go to the newsboy to monopolize newspapers, and you absolutely can't open the caps 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 pipes! What? Owls? There are no more owls!"

"Hans came to see you? You can't kill for him, you're not a killer! You're 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 nutrition.

In the past few days, Bruce's main job was to find a job with Schiller. Schiller was always able to create perfect job opportunities for himself in every job search process.

In fact, there are only a few places where there are jobs in the East District of Gotham. If you want to find a job, you can only go to those few places without leaving the district. So Schiller basically wanders back to the Warehouse District every day. , dining area, truck area, and living hell.

Schiller was looking for work but never actually found one.

In the warehouse area, you work as a warehouse manager, falsifying accounts, changing labels, and stealing things. In the restaurant area, you work with one family to poison the food of that family, and with that family to poison this family's food. In the truck area, you work with the gang. If you join the gangster Pengci, and then join forces with the gangster Pengci, you will be in living hell just looking at the water purifier and the water pipes...

Logically speaking, engaging in this kind of deception and deception will not last long, but Schiller can really turn these tasks into a long-term, sustainable career with considerable room for development.

Let’s talk about the work in the warehouse first. At first, he changed the cargo records just to smuggle out some goods to ensure his basic survival. But later, whether it was an accident or intentional, this matter was discovered by a gang boss. .

Logically speaking, this was the beginning of his misfortune, but Schiller went to talk to the gang boss, so his opponent's warehouse was in bad luck. Today, a truck rolled over and 1,200 pieces were lost. Tomorrow, the warehouse caught fire. 800 pieces were lost.

The gang boss who was tricked was also anxious. After finding Schiller's head, Schiller provided him with 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.

There are a total of 2,000 pieces of goods, of which 1,200 were crushed due to the rollover of the truck and could not be sold at all, and 800 pieces were completely lost due to fire. Then the profit of these 2,000 pieces is 0. When reporting to the superior, you will have to pay The protection fee is 0.

At the same time, transporting these 2,000 items requires labor costs, storing these 2,000 items requires warehousing costs, and sales promotion or transshipment transactions require costs. Adding them all together, in addition to the purchase cost of the 2,000 items themselves, the cost will triple. More than times.

And because the 2,000 pieces of goods disappeared, all the costs paid turned into losses. Then the same amount of profits will be deducted from the year-end financial report, and this part of the profits does not need to be handed over proportionally. That is Direct tax exemption.

Seeing Schiller's behavior rising 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 district. If this continued, the speed of reconstruction would not be able to keep up with the speed of the fire dragon burning the warehouse.

In the catering area, at first, they only helped the owners of small stalls and vendors to eliminate competitors, but soon they began to target meat purchase channels.

If you want to get low-price, high-quality meat, you can only aim at frozen smuggled meat. But Schiller seemed to feel that the cost of frozen smuggled meat was not low enough, so he targeted sick cows.

But the number of sick cows was too small, and it was a one-time deal. Schiller planned to work with veterinarians to disguise the cows as sick cows. In the end, he began to contact ranchers to collectively lower the price of cattle seedlings.

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For the future food safety of Gotham, Bruce also marked the dining area out of Schiller's range of activities. Schiller didn't say anything, but turned around and went to trouble the truck drivers again.

Of course, the truck drivers were able to escape death thanks to the clown Jack. The hero named Jack defended the truck drivers' territory and drove out Schiller who wanted to set up a truck union here. This time, it was a victory for the grassroots people.

Despite this, Bruce still marked the gathering place of truck drivers out of Schiller's job search range. After all, he didn't want to get up early and see two clowns squatting at his bedside, asking him to judge.

There is no place to go, so stay in the living hell? But obviously, even staying in the living hell can't stop Schiller's heart from finding a stable job.

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

It is indeed difficult for one person to speculate in real estate, but what Schiller is best at is to draw a bunch of big cakes and then pull a group of people into the trap.

Living Hell has a considerable location advantage in the East District, with complete supporting facilities and good living conditions. More importantly, the sanitary conditions are unique, and it is also the only school district. What else is there to wait for?

Bruce is certainly not stupid. When Schiller took the first step, he found that the end of speculating in real estate was to drive out all the residents who originally lived here, and all the houses were empty to serve investors, further widening the gap between the rich and the poor, and then bringing greater chaos.

During this period, in order to prevent Schiller from creating various employment opportunities and broadening investment channels, Bruce did not sleep at night and had to get up early in the morning. He had to eat a quick bite, even more embarrassed than when he was wandering before.

When he was wandering, he had to fight against the crazy reality, and now he has to fight against a madman who can't even do anything to him with the crazy reality.

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

From this, Bruce discovered that it made sense 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, and coming here was like going home.

This made Bruce start to think, are the hardships he experienced here because he is not bad enough?

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

Schiller moved a chair and sat at the head of his bed, peeling a fresh apple in his hand. He said: "I know what you want to ask. Do you want to ask whether good people should be pointed at with guns?"

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

"You don't want to hurt people actively, nor do you 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 bring death."

Bruce can now be said to be like a withered straw. In just over two months, he has become so thin that the shape of his skull can be clearly seen, and his eyes are deeply sunken in his eye sockets. The handsome appearance that once troubled him deeply has also disappeared.

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

"If, in a city, good people have no way out and will only die in such a social environment, then perhaps this city cannot be saved, right?" Schiller looked at Bruce.

Bruce was silent and did not answer.

"I admire your persistence." Schiller stood up, turned and walked to the door and said, "I am also a persistent person, so I am going to find a job."

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

After the sound of the door closing, he hurriedly climbed out of bed, because he saw terrible madness in Schiller's last smile.

Now, he understood all these abnormalities, and what exactly was the reason. The person who shared the room with him was not the professor, but the eternal nightmare of Gotham.

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

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

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

In the production workshop of ACE Chemical Plant, Schiller was standing on the feeding platform of a huge chemical mixing tank, holding a match in his hand, and Bruce saw the sign of "No Open Flame" on the side wall of the mixing tank.

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

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

Bruce really had no strength left. The long torture made him no longer able to fight anyone. He could only watch Schiller light another match, and behind the light was his crazy smile.

Bruce closed his eyes in pain, and when the hoarse voice came out of his throat, it was lower than the sound of the wind in the endless desert:

"The Joker..."