Seven hundred and ninetieth chapters deadly joke (twenty-six)
"Schiller, I think we really should have a talk." One morning, Bruce stopped Schiller as he was about to go out and said to him very seriously.
"What are you doing? Don't stop me from going out to find a job. Don't you know the situation is very serious now? I've been here for several days and I haven't found a formal job yet." Schiller pushed Bruce's arm away and wanted to
go out.
And Bruce looked at Schiller. A few days had passed. His clothes, shoes, and watch were all intact, his face was rosy, and he was in high spirits. He spent more than twelve hours a day looking for a job, and he was not tired at all.
Schiller was about to walk out again, but Bruce stopped him and said, "No, you can't go out. What you are doing now is too dangerous. Can't you just find a job in living hell?"
Schiller thought for a while and said: "Okay, actually it's not completely unreasonable. I've been here for so many days and haven't found any promising jobs. I haven't tried to find a job at home either. Forget it.
,let me try."
Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could relax for half a minute, his heart suddenly became hoarse again, because Schiller went straight to the water purifier.
Bruce spent a lot of effort to pull him back. At this time, he had almost exhausted all his energy. He was more tired than the previous few days combined, and he could not even stand up straight.
He leaned on the fence nearby and said to Schiller: "You can't poison the water source, you can't use chemical agents to threaten all the gangs here to provide you with jobs, and you can't collude with the newsboy to intercept the purified water and sell it at a high price...
"
Schiller thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs and walk around again."
Ten minutes later, Bruce stopped him again and said: "No, you can't go to the newsboy to monopolize newspapers, and you absolutely can't open the caps of other people's milk bottles..."
"Schiller! Don't go to the rooftop! Don't touch the green plants here. You can't dig them up and sell them for money. This is a public facility..."
"Don't touch the sewer pipes! What? Owls? There are no more owls!"
"Hans came to see you? You can't kill for him, you are not a killer! You are a university professor!!!"
In the next few days, Bruce fully realized the serious consequences of making decisions when the brain lacks nutrition.
In the past few days, Bruce's main job was to find a job with Schiller. Schiller was always able to create perfect job opportunities for himself in every job search process.
In fact, there are only a few places where there are jobs in the East District of Gotham. If you want to find a job without leaving the district, you can only go to those few places. So Schiller basically wanders around the Warehouse District every day.
The dining area, truck area, and living hell are the areas.
Schiller was always looking for a job, but never actually found one.
In the warehouse area, you work as a warehouse manager, falsifying accounts, changing labels, and stealing things. In the restaurant area, you unite with one family to poison the food of that family, and in the truck area, you unite with the gang.
The gangster Pengci, and then join forces with the gangster Pengci, and in the living hell is to look at the water purifier, look at the water pipes...
Logically speaking, engaging in this kind of deception and deception will not last long, but Schiller can really turn these tasks into a long-term, sustainable business with considerable room for development.
Let’s talk about the work in the warehouse first. At first, he changed the cargo records just to smuggle out some goods to ensure his basic survival. But later, whether it was an accident or intentional, this matter was discovered by a gang boss.
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Logically speaking, this was the beginning of his misfortune, but Schiller went to talk to the gang boss, so his opponent's warehouse was in bad luck. Today, a truck rolled over and 1,200 pieces were lost. Tomorrow, the warehouse caught fire.
800 pieces were lost.
The gang boss who was screwed was also anxious. After finding Schiller's head, Schiller provided him with another idea.
As long as there is no goods, there is no profit. As long as there is no profit, according to the rules of the gang, there is no need to pay protection fees. Of course, if the word protection fee is replaced by tax, many people may understand it.
2000 pieces in total
Of the goods, 1,200 were crushed due to the rollover of the truck and could not be sold at all, and 800 were completely lost due to fire. Then the profit of these 2,000 items is 0. When reporting to the superior, the protection fee to be paid is also
Just 0.
At the same time, transporting these 2,000 items requires labor costs, storing these 2,000 items requires warehousing costs, and sales promotion or transshipment transactions require costs. Adding them all together, in addition to the purchase cost of the 2,000 items themselves, the cost will triple.
More than times.
And because the 2,000 pieces of goods disappeared, all the costs paid turned into losses. Then the same amount of profits will be deducted from the year-end financial report. This part of the profits does not need to be handed over proportionally. That is
Directly tax-free.
Seeing that Schiller's behavior escalated from petty theft to tax evasion, Bruce had no choice but to change the rules of the game. He would definitely not be able to go to the warehouse district. If this continued, the speed of reconstruction would not be able to keep up with the speed of the fire dragon burning the warehouse.
In the catering area, at first, they only helped the owners of small stalls and vendors to eliminate competitors, but soon they began to target meat purchasing channels.
If you want to get low-price, high-quality meat, you can only aim at frozen smuggled meat, but Schiller seems to think that the cost of frozen smuggled meat is not low enough, so he is targeting sick cows.
However, the number of sick cows was too small, and it was a one-time deal. Schiller planned to join forces with veterinarians to disguise the cows as sick cows. In the end, he began to contact ranchers to collectively lower the price of young cattle.
For the sake of Gotham's future food safety, Bruce also removed the dining area from Schiller's scope of activities. Schiller didn't say anything and turned around to trouble the truck driver again.
Of course, the truck drivers were able to escape death thanks to Jack the Clown. The hero named Jack defended the truck drivers' territory and drove out Schiller who wanted to establish a truck union here. This time, it was the people at the bottom.
victory.
Even so, Bruce still excluded truck driver gathering places from the scope of Schiller's job search. After all, he didn't want to wake up early and see two clowns squatting beside his bed, asking him to give comments.
If you can't go anywhere, then why don't you stay in living hell? But obviously, even staying in living hell can't stop Schiller from wanting to find a stable job.
After accumulating original capital, Shiller began to speculate in real estate.
It is indeed difficult for one person to speculate in real estate, but what Shiller is best at is to draw a bunch of big pie and then drag a group of people into the trap.
Living Hell has quite a location advantage in the East District. It has complete supporting facilities, good living conditions, and more importantly, unique sanitary conditions. It is also the only school district. If you don't speculate, why are you waiting?
Of course, Bruce is not stupid. When Schiller took the first step, he discovered that the end result of real estate speculation is to drive out all the residents who originally lived here. All the houses will be vacant to serve investors, and the gap between the rich and the poor will further deepen.
Increase, and then bring greater chaos.
During this period, in order to prevent Shiller from creating job opportunities and broadening investment channels, Bruce stayed up early at night and had to get up early in the morning. He only had to eat in a hurry, and he was even more embarrassed than when he was wandering before.
When he was wandering, he had to fight against the crazy reality, and now, he had to fight against a madman who couldn't even do anything about the crazy reality.
Bruce discovered that the most fundamental reason why Schiller was able to gain an advantage here was that he had no morals.
From this, Bruce also discovered that it made sense for Schiller to wonder what was so difficult about living in the slums, because in Schiller's view, living in the slums was not difficult at all. He came here just like going home.
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This made Bruce start to think, is the hardship he experienced here because he is not bad enough?
When he exhausted his last strength and could not even leave the room, and could only half-lean on the bed to talk to Schiller, the first question he asked Schiller was: "You think I deserve it, right?"
Schiller moved a chair and sat at the head of his bed, peeling a fresh apple in his hand. He said, "I know what you want to ask. Do you want to ask, should good people be pointed at guns?"
"
"You realize that you are living here
It's so difficult not because you're not smart enough or hard enough, but because you're not bad enough."
"You don't want to actively hurt others, nor are you willing to abandon your conscience in order to fight for survival materials. This gives you no advantage in the competition. You find that following the rules here can only lead to death."
Bruce can now be said to be haggard. In just over two months, he has become so thin that the shape of his skull can be clearly seen, and his eyes are deeply sunken in the sockets.
The handsome appearance that troubled him also disappeared.
He has become more like a complete East Ender, and one of the lowest level people in the East End, but his blue eyes are still very bright, like the blue sky that Gotham has never seen before.
"If, in a city, good people have no way out and will only die in such a social environment, then maybe this city cannot be saved, right?" Schiller looked at Bruce.
Bruce remained silent and did not answer.
"I appreciate your persistence." Schiller stood up, turned towards the door and said, "I am also a persistent person, so I am going to find a job."
Just when Schiller turned back, Bruce saw the smile on his face.
After the sound of the door closing, he hurriedly climbed out of bed, because he saw a terrifying madness in Schiller's last smile.
Now, he understood the reason for all this abnormality. The person in the same room with him was not the professor, but Gotham's eternal nightmare.
Bruce used his last bit of strength to get up. He knew that he had to catch up with Schiller, and there was a force urging him to do so.
After that faint laughter almost disappeared, another kind of power burst out from his chest.
He stumbled out the door. There was no sign of Schiller outside, but Bruce knew where he should go.
In the production workshop of ACE Chemical Plant, Schiller was standing on the feeding platform of a huge chemical mixing tank, holding a match in his hand, while Bruce saw "No Open Flames" on the side wall of the mixing tank.
"symbols of.
Schiller seemed not to have seen Bruce, staring quietly at the flames of the match. Bruce stumbled onto the feeding platform. He exhausted his last bit of strength and fell to the ground.
The figures of the two people looked very small against the fluorescent chemicals. The round storage tank was like a sun, and Schiller and Bruce were floating on the flames of the sun.
Bruce really didn't have any strength left. The long torture made him no longer able to fight with anyone. He could only watch Schiller light up a match again, and behind the fire was his crazy smile.
Bruce closed his eyes in pain, and when the hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, it was lower than the wind in the endless desert: