Bruce left, perhaps because of the gun in his hand, the strong man did not bother him.

Driving the truck that was about to fall apart and biting the tasteless bread, Bruce felt relaxed. It was better to have no money than to owe debt. At least the consequences of not having money now are just hungry. If he really owes usury from the gang, it would be really troublesome.

He deeply realized that he was no longer the omnipotent Batman, and his condition is very bad now, and he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

He had not eaten enough for many days and had consumed a lot of energy. His weight was at least ten pounds lighter, but his cold was much better. However, his throat was sore, it seemed to turn into bronchitis. His stomach and intestines were still not adapting to the diet here, and he would still have diarrhea at any time.

In this case, Bruce could not fight against the strong gang members because he could not accept the consequences of his inability to defeat the gang members.

When he was Batman, if he hadn't beat a gangster, like when he was Batman, his eyes were sprinkled with lime, falling from the top of the cage, and falling into the trash can, the consequence was that he returned to Wayne Manor in a little embarrassed manner, cleaned his expensive uniform, bandaged the wound, checked his eyes, dripped some eye drops, and went upstairs to rest.

But if he was beaten up by the gang members and fell from the roof, he would not have the risk of fractures or organ ruptures, but just twisting his hands and feet, because he would not be able to drive.

If you don’t drive, you can’t make money. If you don’t make money, you don’t have money to eat. If you don’t eat, you will be weaker and weaker, which means you will be better bullied. If you bully better, you will be more susceptible to injury, and if you are more susceptible to injury, you will only earn less money...

Bruce now understood why the foreman said that no one who entered the canned area could get out.

Because once you step into this poor river, you can't go upwards. Everything can only slide towards the irreversible abyss until a certain node falls from the waterfall and falls to pieces.

Fortunately, Bruce was lucky in the next few days. He lived a stable life for a few days, saved dozens of dollars, and made some friends among the truck driver group.

He gradually understood the rules here and finally got the meal. At this time, a master from a truck group came to Bruce and said that he wanted to invite him to have fun this weekend.

Before, Bruce also had activities with other truck drivers, but most of their activities were to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to have barbecue, or take group orders, and everyone would share the money after earning money.

Bruce just wants to make money now and is not interested in playing, but the old truck driver is the head of another small group. That group has the way to transport fresh food outside the city. Shipping fresh food is a job of making money, which makes a lot of money than transporting ordinary goods. Bruce thought about it and decided to go with him to see if he could meet the people from the farm outside the city.

The master took Bruce to a nightclub. Bruce no longer had the conditions to replace beer with ginger, so he drank some, but fortunately, his alcohol tolerance was better than that of ordinary people, so he didn't feel drunk.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the main show was finally about to go on stage. Several girls leaned on them. Bruce smelled the strong perfume smell of the annual holiday on their bodies and felt that he wanted to vomit.

Everyone else was having fun, but the consumption downgrade was like Blues jumping off a cliff, and he couldn't even maintain his expression of acting.

Not to mention these girls, not to mention those brilliant socialites, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants where Bruce usually goes, are much more elegant than them.

Bruce started pretending to be drunk and went to the bathroom to vomit. The girls didn't like to mingle with young boys like him. They knew he had no money. The old truck drivers, although their hands and feet were not clean, were quite generous.

Like Bruce, other young people who came for the first time were all attentive. They enjoyed the feeling of being sought after and were even willing to spend money to drink for these girls.

Bruce pretended to be gastroenteritis, vomited and left the scene. After a while, he saw these people coming to the alley behind, and each took one away and got on their respective trucks.

Bruce, who returned alone, did not feel regretful. He just felt a sense of escaping from death. He felt that if he breathed the same air with these people for one more second, he would get sick.

The next morning, the refreshing master found Bruce again and felt very sorry for not being able to take him to have fun yesterday. He invited him to play again tonight. Bruce originally wanted to refuse, but unexpectedly, the boss of the small group he was in also went there. Bruce had no choice but to follow him.

Fortunately, there were no girls this time. More than a dozen people drank for several rounds, removed the table and started playing cards.

Two people play against each other, and more than a dozen people place bets. When the atmosphere becomes warm, it takes a day to drive and earn a bill of money. When you loosen your hands, you throw them on the table. If you want to pick it up again, you will be despised by everyone. The boss's eyes will be brighter than the light bulb.

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Bruce only watched the game not ending, which quickly aroused dissatisfaction, but he did not choose to stand outside Taiwan to call, but instead went out to play cards.

There is no eavesdropping device or monitor, and Bruce does not have a perspective eye. His superb IQ allows him to remember every card and find out the way in the field and in his hand. In general, he wins more than he loses less, but after the game is over, he is yelled to invite him to dinner.

When he came back the next day, he lost more than he won and was urged to win back. For the first time, Bruce felt that the entertainment time after work was not so precious, so he would rather drive the night car.

In order to avoid this annoying bad social interaction, Bruce decided to rush delivery at night, making more money from the night bus, but it was also more difficult to drive.

It is easy to get sleepy when driving at night, especially in the first few days, when the jet lag was not reversed, other truck drivers smoked marijuana to refresh themselves, and Bruce refused to smoke, so he hit him the next day.

Fortunately, the collision was not very powerful, but it was just a slight bump. There was no traffic police here and there was no insurance. The responsibility system mainly depends on who had more bullets in the gun. The truck driver on the opposite side also knew that he was in a disadvantage. Looking at Bruce's young face and strong body, the two decided to go back to their own homes and repair their own cars.

There is nothing else. The key is that the headlights were broken. When driving at night, the high beam is very important. Bruce found a car repair shop and told the price for two hours. Finally, he changed to a brand new high beam, not a second-hand one. The price was that the money he saved was bottomed out again.

Why is it so difficult to save money? Bruce has been thinking about the reasons.

He didn't know whether he was lucky or was he really had a problem with his way of doing things. Was he not adapting quickly enough?

Working stably for three days, getting enough food and clothing for one week, and getting familiar with the industry for half a month. Now it’s almost a month. In addition to still being penniless, the greatest achievement he has achieved is that he is still alive.

Bruce couldn't find the reference object, so he didn't know whether his situation was normal. He wanted to find someone who could trust and then looked around and saw that there was no one who could trust at all.

Then he discovered that the most trustworthy person in this circle was Jack the clown.

Through the various situations I observed before, Bruce discovered that Jack the clown should be considered a truck driver who is doing well. The bread he bought is half more expensive than himself, not to mention that he can eat fried chicken.

This is the first time Batman takes the initiative to find the Joker, but not to put him in jail, but to see if this lunatic is doing better than him.

The result disappointed him, and the clown was doing so well.

When Bruce found Jack, he was leaning against the door of the repair shop to smoke. Bruce's first reaction was not to stop him from smoking, but to see what cigarette he was smoking. He found that the clown was smoking a good cigarette of 20 cents a pack. Bruce turned around and wanted to leave.

Jack found him, and he looked at Bruce with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Look, isn't this our performance champion? It seems that you haven't eaten well in the past few days. Didn't your bat mother feed you?"

Jack walked to the side of the curb and squatted down, and Bruce squatted beside him.

Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't answer, not because he insisted not to smoke, but because he didn't even have a match.

He could not get over and let Jack light a cigarette for him. Just Jack's frivolous look, if he trembled his hands and ignites a few kilograms of explosives on his body, they would have to go to the God of Death to tell the difference.

"Did you never think that one day you can squat on the side of the road and chat with me calmly?" Jack exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said, "And you are still jealous of me, jealous of me being better than you and richer than you."

"You are dreaming." Bruce looked at the street in front of him and said, "I am not jealous of you. I am not as rich as you now, just because I have worked too short. If I am as experienced as you, I will be as rich as you."

"If your useless self-esteem could be exchanged for money, you wouldn't have to sleep in the truck anymore." Jack curled his lips and said, "Do you know? I don't want to create an explosion at all now. I don't want to make this question harder, because even if it's so simple, you can't answer it correctly."

"I'll find the answer one day," Bruce said with his hands on his knees, "Look here, look for them, if I find the answer, Batman will come back and I'll send you to jail."

"Don't you think this sounds like blessing me?" Jack said. "I wish you can be exchanged for three meals a day without labour, without any risk of starvation, and spending taxpayers' money."

Bruce stood up and leaned against the telephone pole beside him. He did not refute what Jack said because he found that the clown was fucking right, because his life is better than going to prison.

The clown hugged his knees with both hands and put his chin on his arms and said:

"I don't need to deal with you anymore, because you have chosen a harder opponent yourself. He is much stronger than me and much more crazy than me."

"The only thing I admit in this world that is crazier than me is reality."

"Batman, I even want to help you, only if you climb out of the baby cradle can you know what is the most desperate thing in the world."

The last scene that Bruce leaned on the telephone pole was the clown limping away in the setting sun. He did not ignite the explosives or laugh wildly, but did something even more crazy.

He left Batman $100, enough for him to rent a house.
Chapter completed!