Las Vegas District, with its numerous commercial buildings, really shows the prosperous side of Gotham City. If Queens is the coldness of tall buildings, and Hell's Kitchen is the darkness of sewage, then Las Vegas District can indeed afford it.
The description is bustling and noisy.
Looking out of the car window, he could see men and women shopping. The colorful promotional posters everywhere dazzled Robert, not to mention the various means of transportation, including bicycles, electric motorcycles, and small cars.
Cars come and go, shuttle back and forth.
This is a visual feast!
Robert felt the deafening noises outside the window, and immediately lost interest in continuing to appreciate it. He asked: "Is this the case in all Las Vegas districts?"
The driver smiled and said: "Not all. This is a busy section of the intersection, so there will be more people. If you go to the suburbs, you won't see many people during the day."
The taxi quickly drove away from this area that was incompatible with Gotham, and Robert deeply felt the false prosperity there.
Even the gallery has few customers. Is the prosperity there really what it appears on the surface?
This is impossible to say.
"The companies that really make money are all located in the suburbs. Don't tell me, just one office building can house many large businesses."
The driver suddenly became interested in acting as a tour guide: "Just like the No. 34 office building you mentioned, it is also a famous building section nearby. I heard that the annual tax revenue alone is comparable to the ten buildings in the Crossroads District.
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Robert is somewhat interested in Office Building No. 34.
"We're here, sir." The driver watched Robert get out of the car with a smile. Robert waved his hand back, which was like breaking the last connection between people.
It is conceivable that the driver will solicit customers in this dangerous place near the gang war - as ordinary people crawling around in the dark.
Robert raised his head and looked at the office building standing in front of him. As the name suggests, the building does not have the modern industrial flavor of Osborne Company or Otto Company, and it is far less spectacular than the Star Building.
If he looked at it from the outside, Robert would have thought that this building was an ordinary residential building. At least its mottled appearance and signs of wall-crawlers growing wantonly and leaning into the windows were so intuitive that people thought it was an apartment.
Buildings like Pusu.
Robert checked the house number hanging next to the door again.
"No. 34, Lasvez District, that's right." Robert walked in with the envelope and the door was open. As expected, he didn't see any security personnel.
However, there is a receptionist, but it seems that it makes people doubt whether his career as a receptionist is formal.
Just like a convenience store salesperson cooking hot pot on the counter, the man at the front desk seemed to have his head connected to the table by nature. The slight trembling of his body once made Robert think that the unscrupulous front desk clerk was lazy and sleeping.
It wasn't until Robert came closer that he eliminated the interference from the counter. What he saw at the front desk was actually his eyes fixed on a piece of paper on the table, creating the illusion of close contact with the table. The reason for his body trembling was actually the exertion of all his strength.
All are gathered on the pen in the hand, and the movement of the muscles gives people the illusion that the person is sleeping or crying.
Robert flexed his fingers slightly and clacked the table with his protruding knuckles. When he saw the receptionist suddenly raised his head impatiently, he asked apologetically: "Excuse me, someone asked me to deliver a letter. Are you going to the second floor?"
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Rob raised the envelope in his hand, and suddenly his hand paused again. Why does the front desk in front of him look so much like Eddie Brock?
No, he is, except for wearing a pair of glasses, which makes his overall temperament more artistic, this is obviously the famous host who often appears on TV.
Of course, he will also be the host of Venom in the future, the invisible guardian active in the darkness.
Eddie Brock.
"Vanessa?" Eddie ignored Robert's fleeting surprise and took a second look at the envelope. After making sure that the name on the envelope matched what the boss told him, he nodded and said: "Yes, please follow me.
Go up to the second floor and hand the letter to Lao Qiao face to face."
Robert resisted the urge to retreat, holding the envelope and simply followed Eddie - Eddie was not possessed by the venom yet, and there must be no named dangerous people in the Horn Company. p>
That's right, Robert has determined that Vanessa wants to recommend him to the Horn Company.
The stairwell was in disrepair, and Robert could even see a wall-creeper leaning in from the window.
On the second floor, the situation was slightly better. At least Bugle Company was able to improve the basic needs of its employees.
The scene no longer has a gray tone, and finally has white decoration.
However, Robert's attention was quickly attracted by the sound of conversations and pages turning like waves. The desks on both sides were filled with densely packed pages and documents. From time to time, three people could be seen.
Five groups of employees were discussing with red faces.
From time to time, high-end federal words such as "urban pollution", "housing shortage" and "increasing unemployment rate" appear in this small and slightly cramped office space.
Eddie seemed to be used to all this. He led Robert straight through the noisy crowd and into an office at the end of the corridor.
"The editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle is inside." Eddie reminded Robert, which was considered as fulfilling his obligation.
"That's right, I am the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle, um... we will deal with the report from the Life Foundation as soon as possible..." Jonah Jameson wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, please let Mr. Drake know so he can rest assured... As for that employee, we will take care of it... Okay, okay!"
Jonah Jameson put down the phone in his hand and took a deep breath. Because Eddie and Robert were walking silently, and coupled with his nervousness just now, he only now saw the two people standing at the door.
Jonah frowned, with dissatisfaction on his face: "Eddie, didn't I tell you not to come in without anything?"
Eddie sat down on the sofa chair in front of Jonah unceremoniously and said with a smile: "Didn't you ask me to wait for a messenger on the first floor? That's it."
Eddie looked at Robert.
Jonah also moved his eyes to Robert. When he saw the letter in Robert's hand, his expression became much better: "Are you the person recommended by Vanessa? Okay! It looks like you are a talented person. We
The Daily Bugle needs young people like you!"
Eddie interrupted: "You can talk about these later. I want to talk about my affairs first... When will you let me continue working?"
Jonah's facial muscles stiffened and he was speechless.
"I am an old man from the Horn Company. When you were not the director, we were working in the same office. Don't you still know my abilities?"
Eddie looked at him sideways.
Jonah's lips trembled, and in the end he could only spit out a few words: "Eddie... This is not a question of ability. You have been fired by the company."
"What?" Eddie pointed at himself, in disbelief.
"I was fired? Just because of what Drake said? My God, this joke is not funny, Old Joe." Eddie's eyes widened and he laughed angrily.