When Schiller came to the reception room, Onel still had a gloomy look on his face. Schiller walked to sit opposite him, picked up the cigar box that had been placed on the table, took out a cigar from it, and then took another
Pick up the cigar cutter and start cutting the cigar slowly.
When Onel saw his actions and was about to say something, Schiller said: "I have always been a kind person, and it is rare for anyone to look at me with such an aggressive look."
"I know what you are thinking..." Schiller did not look at Onnell's eyes, but just said to himself: "You use your little imaginative brain to imagine those geniuses day and night.
The compliments I received…”
"In your fantasy, people like me should be called geniuses from a young age, easily admitted to the best universities, casually get a few doctorates, and have a smooth academic journey until they become famous.
Moving the world..."
"Afterwards, when people ask me how I did all this, I will pretend to answer that it is all because of hard work, and everyone can do it..."
"I think you should have seen a lot of interviews like this on TV. Even if the protagonist is not me, when you hear these words, you feel so resentful in your heart..."
"Because you tried, but you couldn't do it. You think those people are all liars. They are just luckier than you and have stronger talents, so they can have it all easily."
"You are jealous of all such people. You are going crazy with jealousy, including your son. You abuse him mentally and physically, hoping that he will become a puppet that will only act according to your orders."
"I think you must have mixed feelings when I tell you that your son Lex may not be autistic."
"You are afraid, afraid that all this is actually disguised by him. At the same time, you are unwilling to believe that there are perfect geniuses in this world who are not troubled by any disease and can possess intelligence beyond ordinary people.
"
Schiller cut the cigar and lit it with a movement that Lionel didn't see clearly. He continued: "Perhaps you haven't discovered that there are more geniuses around you than you think, including yours."
Son Lex Luthor."
"He does not have autism or mental illness. Perhaps he has character flaws due to your abuse and domestic violence, but not everyone has to be optimistic, kind and positive. Overall, he is a super genius and is destined to have a brilliant future."
Schiller saw that Lyonel's teeth were gradually clenching, and his facial muscles began to exert downward force, like melting ice cream, and his whole person was extremely gloomy.
"Perhaps, there is another person you are very familiar with, and that is Bruce Wayne. When introducing your son, you often compare him with him, although you say that you hope Lex can become a person like Bruce Wayne.
He's such a playboy, but you actually look down on him at all."
"However, he is also a super genius. The intelligence of Rex and Bruce is comparable. The reason why he pretends to be a playboy is just because he is carrying the huge Wayne Group alone, so he will inevitably be jealous and needs to
It’s just a bit of a disguise.”
Onner's face could no longer look uglier. He wanted to refute Schiller, but he knew in his heart that Schiller had no need to lie to him. Was Bruce a super genius? Did he know that Bruce was a super genius?
Genius has nothing to do with Schiller...
Schiller took another drag on his cigar, exhaled the smoke, and said, "There are many people you look down on, including perhaps Bruce's female companion."
"You think she is the most common kind of social butterfly, hypocritical, flattering, and trying to please. She just got lucky and fell in love with Lil Wayne."
"So, when you were communicating with Bruce, you didn't even look at her. You think she should be used to this attitude."
"But Selina is also a genius. What you may not know is that she is the most famous snitch in Gotham. She has visited Falcone's manor more than once, and the Godfather can't do anything to her."
"Even if you don't mention this, her charm is almost unstoppable. This is an ability that is even more unreasonable than intelligence. If you really know how powerful Bruce is, you will know that Selena is
God’s beloved…”
"You have been doing business in Metropolis. Maybe you have never been to Gotham. Maybe you also think that there is nothing to go to in this city. It is chaotic, dark, and rainy..."
"However, there are more geniuses than you can imagine. Scholars who have been frozen all over the world just for their wives, penguins who have just entered the vast ocean to swim, and children who grow wildly but have children who are beyond the level of most automotive engineers..."
"A group of crazy, evil and genius gangsters, a legendary godfather who has ruled Gotham's underground for 40 years, a group of various, chaotic and charming lunatics, and... a clown who makes these lunatics feel scared.
.”
"Enough!" Lionel's voice was like an anvil being tempered, its edge buzzing sharply as he said:
"Why should I be jealous of you?! I have created a huge business empire out of thin air! I have achieved achievements that countless people can't even imagine. Who are you qualified to judge my work?!"
"It was created with great effort by me. It is precise, beautiful and perfect! Just like the Luther Group, it is my proud work!"
"If you had this attitude from the beginning, I wouldn't have said so much to you, but unfortunately, not only do you not have the level of a genius, you also don't have a broad mind."
Schiller looked at Onel's eyes. His eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, but that was not because he stayed up late at night. The jealousy written there almost turned into blood and flowed down.
"Do you know? The fact that you feel so painful now and that your logic and thinking cannot be consistent is not because you don't have a genius mind."
Lionel was still staring at Schiller. Although he was surprised by the conclusion he just heard, he still held his breath and refused to relax.
"Someone I know had an opportunity to be promoted. Although he was originally a genius, that opportunity could make him close to omniscience and omnipotence, but he gave up."
Schiller spoke very seriously, and Onel's attention was involuntarily drawn to it. Schiller said to himself in a sighing tone:
"The most ordinary and ordinary people have the most complex and beautiful inner worlds. That does not change whether they are smart or not. In other words, all greatness comes from this."
Obviously, Lai Onel couldn't listen to this, but Schiller didn't say this just to make him listen. A person who has been trapped in a logic circle for many years is already difficult to convince...
"Why did you call me here?" Schiller relaxed his body and leaned on the back of the chair, while Onel pressed his legs together nervously and rested his elbows on his legs.
He took a deep breath and calmed down his expression. Just when he was trying to adjust his mood and calm down his emotions, Schiller said again: "It's not just for me to watch it again. Your only win is shit.
Quantity of papers, right?”
In an instant, Onel's expression that had just calmed down suddenly collapsed again.
Finally, he had to grit his teeth and say: "I know, you also know the secret of the treasure, and you also killed someone in that incident..."
"Treasure, what treasure?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and asked, but Onel snorted disdainfully. He said: "Don't pretend to be stupid with me. The mayor's election was just a matter of various forces.
There’s a treasure to fight for.”
"You don't know where you heard the news, but you dared to get involved. Didn't you end up fleeing to Gotham with your tail between your legs?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." Schiller looked into Lionel's eyes and said very seriously: "I have lost my memory and I don't know anything."
Lionel was not shaken by his remarks at all. He said: "I invited you here just because I want to cooperate with you. I can forgive you for your rude behavior of criticizing other people's works at will, and I can also share that with you."
Treasure…”
"I'm not interested." Schiller immediately refused, but Onel continued: "I know you don't trust me at all, but you have been in trouble in such an incident before. Do you really have confidence?
Can you win this time?"
"Sorry, when I say not interested, I mean not interested in this treasure. Of course, I am not interested in cooperating with you."
Schiller stood up and put out his cigar on the table. Seeing him getting up to leave, Onel frowned and said:
"Have you really lost your memory? If you are really not interested in that treasure, why did you kill the candidate during the last mayoral election?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." Schiller just repeated this sentence, Lai Onel thought about it for a moment, and then said: "It seems that the lesson last time has made you remember it, and you don't plan to go there again.
This water is muddy."
"But if the agents know that you were involved in the last incident, they won't mind dealing with one more spy suspect."
"If you are sure, you can report me to them." After Schiller left these words, he turned around and left. But at this time, Laion, who was behind him, pulled out a gun.
Schiller stopped, and Onner came up behind him and pointed a gun at Schiller's head. He said, "You said I am a mediocre person, but mediocre people with guns can kill people."
Schiller turned around, the black muzzle of the gun pointed between his eyebrows, and he said to Lionel: "Your actions make me understand that any extra effort spent on you will be a waste."
In an instant, Schiller had a black umbrella in his hand. He grabbed the middle part of the umbrella and lifted it up.
With a "bang", the hard handle hit Lionel's chin, knocking him to the ground. Schiller stepped forward, casting a shadow over Lionel's body.
Lionel screamed while covering the bruise on his chin. With his peripheral vision, he saw that Schiller did not look at him, but held an umbrella and muttered to himself:
"I'm sorry. After you put on new clothes, the first enemy you faced was an idiot."