The more Bruce listened, the more he frowned. He said, "But if you don't go to school, wouldn't you even know basic grammar?"
"What does that matter?" The fat boss didn't care. He shook his head and said, "You just need to learn how to put on airs at a gangster family gathering. It just so happens that the cigars you brought today are very suitable to my taste, so I will teach you.
One hand..."
"All ears," Bruce said.
"First of all, there is nothing wrong with your dress. This suit should be made of good material. It seems that you have some wealth, but this alone is not enough. You must learn to speak. By the way, Doyle, you probably haven't learned this either. You
Taking advantage of him..."
Doyle smiled at Bruce, and Bruce nodded lightly without saying anything. The fat boss took another puff of his cigar and said, "Let me ask you, if you met your enemy in a certain mansion, what have you done recently?
There was a little friction. At this time, he came up to you and said, the food here is really terrible today. I see you have eaten a lot. What does he mean?"
Doyle frowned for a moment and said, "I think he deserves a beating! He thinks the food tastes bad, and he said that I ate so much. Doesn't that mean he's scolding me for having no taste? I'll make him look good when I get back!"
Bruce frowned and said: "These two sentences should be in a progressive relationship and express the same meaning. If it is just provocation, there is a simpler way..."
The fat old man laughed and said: "This one...what is his name? Oh, Match Malone, he is smarter. What this sentence actually means is that we two should not stay here now, and neither should you."
We’re almost done eating, let’s find a place to talk.”
"And because you have had friction recently, and he took the initiative to find you, he probably wanted to take a step back and show weakness to you, but his attitude of showing weakness was not obvious, because he did not want to talk to you about this matter in public.
, this is more like telling you that we all had problems with what happened two days ago, but it’s not worth breaking up over this little thing. Let’s just forget about it, but if it happens again next time, I still won’t
Let it be yours."
Doyle and Bruce looked at each other. Doyle shook his head and said, "Fortunately, my territory is relatively remote and I am not so particular. If I hadn't taken advantage of my brother-in-law's east wind recently, I wouldn't be able to come here."
Bruce felt a little headache, as if he had returned to the psychology class. He still remembered that Schiller taught two behavioral classes, and Bruce slept particularly soundly in those two classes.
Excessive analysis of a person's words and deeds is not a psychopathic behavior here, but a very reasonable and common behavior.
All this seems to be shrouded in a mysterious mist. On the surface, everyone is a civilized person in suits and leather shoes. They shuttle between lights and candlelight, nodding and smiling, spinning and dancing. They are restrained and polite and do not look like gangsters.
But behind all the prosperity, there are scrutinizing eyes, calculating eyes, whispers of contempt and ridicule, and silent conversations.
Bruce felt that he was entering a new world, where all behaviors were different from before, but he was more concerned about the advantages and disadvantages of this rule, and what the key was.
He instinctively felt that the issue of his son's education that Doyle mentioned before might be the key, so he asked again: "Of course I know that these rules should be learned. If there is a chance, I would also like to learn them.
But don’t we need the knowledge taught in school?”
The fat boss shook his head and said: "Yes, reading more books may be beneficial. For example, you will be more polite when speaking. Just like you, your academic qualifications should not be low, right?"
Bruce argued for a moment and said, "Yes, I graduated from college."
Then he added mentally: "But not quite graduated yet."
"Yes, this is an improvement for you." The fat boss said: "Because you were lucky, through force, you killed a boss who was not very popular, and you also succeeded in getting his men to follow you."
"But for many other people, instead of learning those grammatical knowledge, it is better to learn more about observation. Anyway, no one here is going to teach you grammar, and if you don't make up for this knowledge, your status will not be maintained.
Very
old."
"Of course, if they want to learn, I would prefer my children to learn musical instruments and painting. It doesn't have to be too good, as long as they maintain their temperament and don't be too vulgar. If they can have some artistic accomplishments, they can be good at talking to others.
, it will also make other people take a good look at you.”
After coming out of the ward, Bruce kept thinking.
For a long time, he had been chased by Schiller for a paper, which would give him the illusion that everyone in the world must study. If you don't study, life is meaningless. If you don't write a paper,
The end result is death.
But now, he clearly realizes that Schiller's request for him is special. It can be said that it is rare. In Gotham, most of the gangsters don't study much, and reading is more focused on improving their temperament rather than improving their temperament.
Learn.
But in their gang life, they really don't need much knowledge. The things taught by their tutors are enough. In addition, they have to devote most of their energy to leading the family to win the competition, so they have no time to go to school.
Although Bruce couldn't bear to wake up early and work late every day to write papers, he felt that it would not work if he went to the other extreme of not studying at all.
Bruce's genius brain allows him to master the most essential knowledge in the world at the young age of 20. Both in depth and breadth, it is far beyond that of his peers and even far beyond the vast majority of human beings.
But when it comes to things like knowledge, the more you know, the more you feel that you don't know enough. The more knowledgeable you are, the more you realize that there are many things in this world that you don't understand and can't fully understand.
The same is true for Bruce. The more he studies, the more he realizes that there are still many things that he has not learned. He even feels that in his limited life, whether he can really appreciate the charm of endless knowledge, it is not good for Bruce to not study at all.
It is unimaginable. Without knowledge, he has no sense of security.
He also anticipated the consequences of the gang's development. In the end, the rules will become more and more solidified, and the people involved in the rules will become less and less knowledgeable. The well will shrink smaller and smaller, and in the end it will become like sitting in a well and watching the sky.
When he thought that Gotham's current state was still not at its lowest point, and there was still room for decline, Bruce felt more and more urgent.
Even in the current situation, even if he tried his best, he might not be able to reverse the situation. If he continued to fall like this and hit bottom completely, everyone would die together.
After so many days of investigation and experience, Bruce understood that he was not saving Gotham, he was also saving himself.
Bruce sat on the bed in his ward, constantly writing and drawing with a pen. He spent a lot of money to buy a single room for him to relax and think.
Thinking about it, Bruce leaned on the bed and gradually fell asleep. The next day, what woke him up was not a nurse, but a noisy voice. He heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door:
"Come! One group! Right ward! Go in one by one, two people to a room, stand outside the ward door and look at the house number, remember the patient you are responsible for..."
"Group 2! Follow me this way! Why are you just standing there? Didn't I tell you in school? This is what field internships are like..."
"What? You said you saw your dad? He is a patient now, do you understand? Stop saying anything about being related. It is not your parents who decide whether you can graduate, but me..."
"Three groups! Three groups! Come here..."
Bruce heard the footsteps approaching and quickly turned over, pretending to be still sleeping. But at this time, he heard the door being pushed open and Schiller's voice appeared outside.
"The three groups are all candidates for outstanding graduates. Therefore, Dr. Brand is responsible for the other two groups, but I will personally lead the third group. Here are ten of you... Oh, no, nine, that damn one
Wayne didn't come."
"Evans, Evans, come over here and pass this on first. Everyone respects the rules. Come on, this patient, please cooperate..."
Schiller waved to Bruce. Bruce stopped where he was. Schiller was stunned for a moment and said, "Hello, this patient, I am Dr. Rodriguez. Can you please cooperate?"
Bruce still didn't move. Seeing that Schiller was about to come over, Bruce had to turn over.
When all the students saw the mask on his face, they all took a step back, because everyone knows that in Gotham, there are no weak people who wear masks.
Seeing Bruce, Schiller was stunned. He looked Bruce up and down to make sure he saw it correctly. Then he stood there and took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth:
"This patient, our third round of internship has begun. Can you please cooperate?"
Bruce coughed hard, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice: "No problem, let's get started."
Looking at this perverted murderer reserve wearing a mask, with burns all over his body, and a hoarse voice, all students, look at me, and I look at you.
Everyone took a step back together.
Schiller glanced at him and said: "I think this patient is very ill. Come on, Evans will sort out the queue and come over one by one to ask questions."
Bruce saw classmates whom he was familiar with on weekdays, each holding a medical record, lining up in front of him.
Bruce opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but feeling Schiller's death gaze, he could only lean on the bed like a normal gang boss, desperate for life.
This chapter has been completed!