Chapter seven hundred and eighty fifth fatal joke (twelve)
Bruce left, perhaps because of the gun in his hand, and the strong man did not bother him.
Driving the truck that was almost falling apart, biting into the tasteless bread, Bruce felt relaxed. It was better to have no money than to be in debt. At least the consequence of having no money now was just hunger. If he really owed money to the gang,
Usury, I'm afraid that would be really troublesome.
He deeply realized that he was no longer the omnipotent Batman. His current state was very bad. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
He had not eaten enough for many days in a row and had consumed a lot of energy. He had lost at least ten kilograms in weight. His cold was much better, but his throat kept hurting and it seemed that it had turned into bronchitis. His intestines and stomach were still not used to it.
I still get diarrhea at every turn despite my poor diet.
In this case, Bruce could not use force against the strong gang members because he could not accept the consequences that he could not defeat those gang members.
When he was Batman, if he had not beaten a gang member, like when he first became Batman, he had lime thrown in his eyes, fell off the top of the cage, and fell into the trash can, the consequences would be,
He returned to Wayne Manor in some embarrassment, cleaned his expensive uniform, bandaged his wounds, checked his eyes, put some eye drops, and then went upstairs to rest.
But now, if he was beaten up by gang members and fell from the roof, not to mention the possible risk of fractures or organ rupture, he would not be able to accept the result of just twisting his hands and feet, because that would
I can't drive anymore.
If you don’t drive, you won’t be able to make money. If you don’t make money, you won’t have money to eat. If you don’t eat, you will be weaker. Being weaker means being easier to bully. Being easier to bully means being more vulnerable to injury.
Being injured means you can only earn less money...
Bruce now somewhat understood why the foreman said that no one who entered the canning area could get out.
Because once you step into this river of poverty, you can't go upstream. All you can do is slide towards the irreversible abyss, until at a certain point, you fall from the waterfall and fall to pieces.
Fortunately, Bruce had good luck 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 drivers.
He gradually figured out the rules here and finally got a taste of it. At this time, a senior driver in a truck group approached Bruce and said he wanted to invite him to play this weekend.
Bruce had also participated in activities with other truck drivers before, but most of their activities were to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to have barbecue, or to take orders from groups, and everyone shared the money they earned.
Bruce just wants to immerse himself in making money now and has no interest in playing, but the old truck driver is the leader of another small group. That group has a way to transport fresh food from outside the city. Transporting fresh food is a profitable job, which is more common than transporting food.
The goods he sold would make a lot of money. Bruce thought about it and decided to go with him to see if he could get to know anyone in the farm outside the city.
The old chef took Bruce to a nightclub. Bruce no longer had the conditions to replace the beer with ginger juice, so he drank some. Fortunately, his ability to drink was better than ordinary people, so he did not feel drunk...
After three drinks and five dishes, the main show was finally about to begin. Several girls leaned on them. Bruce smelled the strong annual holiday perfume on their bodies and felt like vomiting.
Everyone else was having a great time, but the consumption downgrade was like Bruce jumping off a cliff. He couldn't even maintain his playful expression.
These girls, not to mention those glamorous courtesans, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants that Bruce usually visited were much more elegant than them.
Bruce started pretending to be drunk and ran to the toilet to vomit. The girls didn't like hanging out with young guys like him. They knew he had no money. Although those old truck drivers had dirty hands and feet, they were pretty good at it.
Generous.
Other young people who came here for the first time like Bruce were all courting. They enjoyed the feeling of being sought after and were even willing to spend money and open drinks for these girls.
Bruce pretended to have gastroenteritis and left the scene with vomiting and diarrhea. After a while, he looked at
I saw these people came to the alley behind, and each of them took one away and got into their respective trucks.
Bruce, who returned home alone, did not feel any regrets. He just felt lucky to have escaped 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 refreshed old master found Bruce again. He felt sorry for not being able to take him to play yesterday, and invited him to play again tonight. Bruce wanted to refuse, but unexpectedly, he
The leader of the small group he belonged to also went, so Bruce had no choice but to follow.
Fortunately, there were no girls this time. After a few rounds of drinks, a dozen people cleared the table and started playing cards.
Two people are playing against each other, and there are more than a dozen people placing bets. When the atmosphere becomes heated, it takes a day's hard work to earn a dollar bill. As soon as you loosen your hand, you throw it on the table. If you try to pick it up again, you will be punished.
Seeing everyone's contempt, the boss's eyes will be brighter than a light bulb.
Bruce just watched and did not end the game, which soon aroused dissatisfaction, but he did not choose to stand outside the stage and follow the bet, but went to the floor to play cards by himself.
There are no bugs or monitors, and Bruce does not have a clairvoyant eye. His superb IQ allows him to remember every card and understand the cards on the field and in his hand. In general, he wins more and loses less.
But after the show was over, I was asked to invite him to dinner.
Come back the next day, lose more and win less, and be encouraged to win back. For the first time, Bruce feels that the entertainment time after work is not so precious, and he would rather burn the midnight oil.
In order to avoid this annoying bad social interaction, Bruce decided to rush delivery at night. The night train made more money, but it was also more difficult to drive.
It’s easy to get sleepy when driving at night, especially in the first few days when the jet lag has not reversed. All the other truck drivers smoked to refresh themselves, but Bruce refused to smoke, so he crashed the next day.
Fortunately, the collision was not serious, just a slight bump. There are no traffic police here, and there is no insurance. The liability system mainly depends on who has more bullets in the gun. The truck driver on the other side tried to make a corner and knew that he was in the wrong. Look at Bruce's young face and
With strong bodies, the two decided to go back to their respective homes and repair their cars.
There was nothing else. The key was that one of the headlights was damaged. When driving at night, high beams are very important. Bruce found a car repair shop, negotiated the price for two hours, and finally replaced a brand new high beam headlight.
, instead of second-hand, the price is that the money he saved has bottomed out again...
Why is it so difficult to save money? Bruce has been thinking about the reasons.
He didn't know if he was just unlucky or if there was something wrong with the way he did things. Didn't he adapt quickly enough?
Three days of steady work, one week of food and clothing, and half a month of getting familiar with the industry. It’s been almost a month now, and besides being still penniless, the biggest achievement I’ve made is that I’m still alive.
Bruce couldn't find anyone to refer to, so he didn't know that his situation was abnormal. He wanted to find someone he could trust to ask, and then he looked around, and there was no one he could trust here.
Then he discovered that the most trustworthy person in this circle was actually Jack the Clown.
Through various previous observations, Bruce discovered that Clown Jack should be considered a pretty good truck driver. The bread he bought was half as expensive as his own, not to mention that he could also eat fried chicken.
This is the first time that Batman takes the initiative to find the Joker, not to put him in jail, but to see if this lunatic can do better than him.
The result was a big disappointment to him. The clown was doing too well.
When Bruce found Jack, he was leaning against the door of the garage smoking. Bruce's first reaction was not to stop him from smoking, but to see what kind of cigarette he was smoking. He found that the clown was smoking a 20-cent pack.
The smoke was so good that Bruce turned around and wanted to leave.
Jack found him. 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 milk?"
Jack walked to the curb and squatted down, and Bruce squatted beside him.
Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't take it.
The reason why he insists on not smoking is because he doesn't even have matches.
There was no way he could approach and ask Jack to light a cigarette for him. With Jack's careless appearance, if his hands trembled and ignited several kilograms of explosives on his body, the two of them would have to go to the God of Death to decide who was better.
"Have you never thought that one day you would be able to squat on the roadside and chat with me calmly?" Jack puffed out a puff of smoke and said: "And you are still jealous of me, jealous that I am doing better than you and being richer than you.
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"You're dreaming." Bruce looked at the street in front of him and said, "I'm not jealous of you. I don't have as much money as you now. It's just because my working hours are too short. If I were as experienced as you, I would be like you.
rich."
"If your useless pride could be exchanged for money, you wouldn't have to sleep in the truck a long time ago." Jack curled his lips and said, "You know what? I don't want to create an explosion at all now, and I don't want this question to change.
It’s even harder because even if it’s so simple, you can’t answer it correctly.”
"Sooner or later I will find the answer." Bruce put his hands on his knees and said, "Just look here, just look for them. If I find the answer, Batman will come back and I will kill you."
Sent to jail."
"Don't you think this sounds like a blessing to me?" Jack said, "Bless me to be able to have three meals a day without having to work, without the risk of starving to death, and at the expense of taxpayers' money."
Bruce stood up and leaned against the telephone pole. He did not refute what Jack said, because he found that the clown was absolutely right, because his current life would be worse than going to jail.
The clown hugged his knees with both hands, put his chin on his arms and said:
"I don't need to deal with you anymore, because you have chosen a more difficult opponent. He is much stronger and crazier than me."
"In this world, the only thing I admit is crazier than me is reality."
"Batman, I even want to help you. Only when you climb out of the cradle can you know what is the most desperate thing in the world."
The last scene Bruce leaned on was the clown limping away as the sun set. He didn't light explosives or laugh crazily, but he did something even crazier -
He left Batman $100, enough for him to rent a house.
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