Soon Schiller put some small items where they should be, and with the help of Victor and Pamela, the office was almost tidied up, and they still had to take a look at the classrooms.
Victor separated from them here, because Victor was more anxious to see the laboratory and made several calls to get the laboratory to open in advance. Anna seemed to also want to see the supercomputer in the new campus.
Yes, the Wayne Group, which was still very wealthy at the time, placed a supercomputer directly in the school, but it was not on the school's teaching campus, but in the comprehensive experimental area next to the school, where most of the important equipment and high-risk laboratories were placed.
It's over.
Lex and Clark set about their plan to pluck the bald eagle together and left in a hurry.
Pamela was in a hurry to go back and take care of her plants, but Schiller stopped her and had to go to the classroom with Schiller.
"Professor, I'm really in a hurry. The two dogs of the guard are still wandering around. I don't know when they will burst into my laboratory. If the shelf falls down again, this business will really fall through.
No, without this 2,000 commission, I will never be able to pay the insurance."
Pamela kept nagging and wanted to get away from Schiller. Schiller took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "Do me a favor and you don't have to pay back the money."
"Really?!" Pamela's eyes immediately lit up, she looked at Schiller and said, "How can I help you? I promise to complete the task!"
"Help me find a real estate agent and ask if there are any cheaper houses in the South District. This is my phone number." Schiller handed the note in his hand to Pamela.
Pamela was a little puzzled. She glanced at the note in her hand, then looked at Schiller and said: "A cheaper house? Why don't you go to the agent yourself and ask? Could it be that if I ask him, he will give me a cheaper house?"
?"
"Of course what I'm looking for is not a normal agency." Schiller cleared his throat and said, "Don't tell me that all those black agencies will be dead in such a short period of time."
Pamela opened her mouth slightly and looked at Schiller and said: "You want to find a black agent, don't you?! You know what kind of work they do!"
"So I just want a new house. They don't want to kill the head of the household and then sell the house to me. This is not the era anymore."
Pamela still frowned in confusion and said: "I know that everyone's financial situation is not well-off. It is still a bit difficult to buy a house in the South District with a professor's salary. So do you have to buy it there? There are many in the East District.
It’s a good house, and you can even buy a building in a nearby area for the same price.”
"I know you mean well, miss, but don't forget my next plan. I want to open a psychological clinic right where I live. The customer base is very important."
"Oh my God." Pamela sighed, and then said in disbelief, "Oh my God..."
"Why so surprised?"
"It's hard to say." Pamela shook her head and said, "I don't know whether it's more surprising that you plan to put your office in your home, or that you actually consider your customer base in order to make money."
"I told you, it's not that era anymore." Schiller said with a gentle smile.
Pamela looked at him blankly, then smiled and said, "Professor, you look very relaxed, that's great."
"My wallet is a lot tighter than mine, so can you find the right one?" Schiller asked.
"I will try my best, but you'd better be prepared. The houses in the hands of these black agents must have various problems to sell them cheaply. Many problems are irreversible and cannot be saved. I'm afraid
Quality of living…”
"I believe I have a solution to most problems, don't you?"
Pamela thought the same thing. Schiller just didn't have sufficient funds now, but it didn't mean that he didn't have the ability. There was no problem in this city that he couldn't solve. On the contrary, this kind of cheap and problematic house was more suitable for him. Anyway,
No problem is a problem to him.
"But why me?" Pamela asked: "I think it's better to ask Harley for this matter. Although we are both locals, her street connections are much wider than mine."
"Because she's very rich," Schiller said: "If I said I wanted to buy a house, she would just give me one."
Pamela nodded, thinking that was the case. In fact, Hallie was a very generous person, and her generosity was directly proportional to the clever little brain she used in doing business.
Thinking of this, Pamela said: "Do you think I can let her invest in my plant breeding business?"
"Didn't you have investors before?"
"Yes, but that guy withdrew his capital because his own business situation was not good. We now mainly rely on sending ornamental plants to a few old customers. We are planning to make a splash at the governor's inauguration ceremony."
"I don't think you have to give up this path, but if you want Harley to invest, you can consider the debt collection company's proposal."
"Really? Are you serious?" Pamela was very confused. She said, "I just said that casually for fun. It is too whimsical to lead a group of plants to collect debts."
"Are there not enough whimsical things in this city? And don't you know it yet? Harley likes this kind of crazy things." Schiller shook his head helplessly and said: "She even gave Jason and Jack respectively
A large sum of money is paid to the two of them to act as clowns and kidnap Robin."
Pamela slapped her forehead and said: "How come Batman didn't kill her!... Well, I can only say that I will try. It's okay to let the plants hit people, but if you want them to be completely controlled, you should hit them."
Hit when you should, and stop when you shouldn't, but it's too difficult. They have no brains and cannot support such complex judgments."
Not long after Pamela left, Schiller received a mysterious phone call. The caller claimed to be a real estate agent, but without even thinking about it, Schiller knew that it was not a serious agent.
"Okay, sir, I don't know who you are, but if you can still find me these days, I believe you have the ability to buy those houses and live in them."
"I don't have many houses in the South District. The public security there is good, there are almost no homicides, and there are even fewer tragic ones. Most of the owners are not willing to lower their prices, so..."
"Get to the point." Schiller said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to hang up."
The other party coughed twice and said: "There is indeed a house with problems that we cannot solve. If you have some skills, you can go and have a look. The seller is eager to sell now. I can give you a 30% discount at least."
“How is the agency fee calculated?”
"The agency fee will be paid by the other party, but you must go through the formal house purchase process. You still have to pay the property tax. You can go take a look tonight, but I have to remind you that three people who wanted to buy a house were scared away.
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"Scared away? Is the house in bad condition?"
"No, this house is haunted. This is not a lie. You will know it when you go there. If you don't want to, give me a call. That's it. Goodbye."
After the other party hung up the phone, Schiller frowned and thought, is there a house in Gotham that cannot be sold because it is haunted?
The ghost that Gotham people are most afraid of is the poor. As long as the price is low enough, even if it is a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, there will be a lot of people willing to break into it. If it were just some small-scale supernatural events, or if someone was pretending to be a ghost, they would have been beaten up long ago.
, that it can be preserved to this day shows that this haunting is unusual.
If the other party wants to go tonight instead of going right now, it means that it may be haunted at night. However, there is no such thing as saying in the West that there is a strong negative energy at night. Could it be some nocturnal creature?
This is actually very possible, because although the pollution situation in Gotham is much better now, the King of Seagulls is flying in the sky every day. Species that have mutated in the past are not so easy to solve, and maybe one of them will
Sneaked into the house.
However, Schiller really had to prepare for the supernatural event that could scare away everyone in Gotham. So after he left the classroom, he returned to the manor and put away the wrinkled clothes that he had not worn for a long time.
I'm wearing a long trench coat, and I'm going to explore the reality tonight.
Unfortunately, it rained again towards the evening, and Schiller also received a visitor, Oswald Cobblepot, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Schiller opened the door for him and handed him the bucket with the umbrella. Cobot looked at Schiller in surprise and said, "What's wrong, professor, has your butler asked for leave?"
"No, he went back to England." Schiller said, "I am the only one in the manor now. Please come in."
Cobot walked in and found that the scene in the manor was as usual. He looked back at Schiller and said, "Is today a special day? Why aren't you wearing a suit?"
“Shouldn’t suits be worn only on special occasions?”
Cobot was obviously amused by the joke. He smiled and said: "Of course it is to other people. You look like you are going out for exercise. What's the matter?"
Schiller could clearly hear that Cobot was asking if anyone had offended you, but he shook his head and said: "I just plan to go to the South District to look at the house. There may be dust in the new house, so it will not be easy to change."
Your clothes are ruined, please sit down."
After Copot sat down, he looked at Schiller and said, "You seem to be in a good mood. Has anything good happened? Or has Bruce not sent you a paper recently?"
"Alright, what do you want at this time?"
"It's like this. My mother's illness has almost recovered, but because I have been very busy recently running for mayor, I guess she may have some separation anxiety and her mental state is not very good, so I want to make an appointment for psychological treatment with you."
"Of course there is no problem, but I should no longer be in this manor soon. I will have someone give you my new address by then."
"Which district is the new address in?"
"If nothing else, it will be in the South District." Schiller nodded and said, "It should not be far from your mother's residence."
"That would be great, then we should charge by the course of treatment as usual, or should we adopt a more fair hourly charge?"
Schiller gave him a strange look, Cobot rubbed his hands, showed an embarrassed smile and said: "I heard from Professor Victor that you want to buy a house."
"So you came here on purpose to give me medical expenses?"
"Not really." Cobot sighed and said, "After my mother got older...I don't know how to put it, she started to change a little. She always recalled the time when she and my father were young."
"Have you gone to a regular hospital for a check-up? Is it a precursor to Alzheimer's disease?"
"I checked, but the doctor said it wasn't the case. My mother has not shown any signs of being unrecognizable, having trouble concentrating, or having memory loss. She simply feels that my father and I owe her a lot."
"Is it really like this?"
Cobot nodded and said: "At least my father owed her something. When she married in, the Cobot family was still in its prime, but soon my father encountered an unexpected family decline, which made her live a hard life for a long time.
"
"She blamed it on my father not listening to her, so she kept talking about it. No matter how much I tried to persuade her, it was of no use. I tried to get her to develop some new hobbies, but it was always difficult to get her to go out.
"
"She objects to you running for mayor?"
Cobot showed an embarrassed expression again, stared into Schiller's eyes for a while and then said: "I really can't hide anything from you, professor. In fact, she strongly opposed it. She said it would follow in the footsteps of my father."
