Chapter 1774 S: The Great Event of Apocalypse (Forty-One)

No one would care where a child who worked in the kitchen suddenly disappeared, or everyone actually knew it, but it was tacitly understood, because human life is not worth anything.

Except for the sarcastic manager Marina who was screaming in the kitchen that she had lost important property, the restaurant was running as usual.

The employees in the restaurant knew that Marina was also a thief. She would steal the silverware brought by wealthy guests and lie that it was done by the children who worked in the kitchen. She would even beat them up in front of the guests, and most of the guests would be merciful and not care.

Rich people always have plenty of kindness. Marina knew this, and Bruce, who was once the richest man in the world, knew it even better. So when he saw Marina dumping the body on the corner of this street, he knew that this woman was looking for a scapegoat for some of her crimes that might offend the rich, because children are the best candidates to win sympathy in front of rich people.

Then, it took another day for Bruce to replace a boy named Bing as a kitchen helper. That night, he found the woman's treasure house, which was not well hidden, and robbed the inventory there, and then disappeared.

His unconventional way of making money could not even be said to be clever. He just had the basic IQ that an adult who traveled through time as a child should have, and with the motivation brought by the long-lost fear of failing the exam, Bruce earned his first pot of gold.

Melting silver utensils is too simple, but the difficulty is how to sell such things as a child. Considering that there is no good person in Gotham, no matter who he reveals that he has a piece of silver, it is very likely that he will be killed and robbed.

Silver items are not valuable, but that is from Bruce Wayne's perspective. The lower-class children will even fight for a piece of scrap iron. That is something that can be exchanged for a small piece of bread. How can it not be worth it?

And the small silver block in Bruce's hand, which melted about thirty or forty silver tableware, can at least allow a child to help all the children have a full meal.

But Bruce planned to keep it all for himself.

His experience in the slums gave him a lot of experience. He knew where to sell these things. In short, it was right to follow the thief.

Who made his girlfriend a top thief? Bruce still clearly remembered that when he lived in Selina's house, there were at least two or three black markets on the street he passed by every day on his way home. The bosses there only accepted things of unknown origin.

Of course, it was impossible for little Bruce to just take the things to ask the boss for the price. He took a relatively clever way, that is, pretending to be a big shot's errand boy.

While waiting for the smelting process, Bruce squatted on the street next door for two days and basically figured out the living habits of the leader of a small gang there, at least his work and rest time.

So Bruce stood in front of the stall, threw the silver on the board, hugged his arms, made a sound with his tongue, raised his chin without blinking, and pointed at the things he threw out.

The boss was an old black man wearing sunglasses. He pulled the sunglasses down a little and looked at Bruce from above the glasses.

Another advantage of being a kitchen helper is that you can eat secretly if you are smart enough. Bruce was not so good as to hide it from several cooks. He had eaten a lot in recent days. Although he was not tall and still very thin, his mental state showed that he had not been hungry recently.

"Ball asked me to come. One of his boys made a big deal, so he asked me to come find you."

"Are you new here?"

"Not really. You haven't been to him for several months, right?"

The black old man put on his sunglasses again, spitted and said, "Who wants to go to that stingy guy? Every time I go, I can't even get a drink... How much did he ask you to pay?"

"He said you can give as much as you want, but you can't say he sold it to you."

The black old man raised his eyebrows, picked up the silver with his skinny fingers and said, "Is he doing those sneaky things on other people's territory again? Sooner or later, he will be beaten to death."

He looked at the silver again and again, weighed it with his hand, and said, "This thing is very delicate, not like the style of that rough guy."

"I did it." Bruce patted his chest proudly and said, "Otherwise why would he pick me up."

The black old man took off his sunglasses completely, looked Bruce up and down, Said: "Have you been to school?"

"No, but I learned some skills, don't ask."

"Are your parents gang members who deal with corpses?"

"I don't have parents."

"You are very tight-lipped." The black old man snorted, but his tone was obviously much slower, as if he was joking with his grandson. He weighed the small piece of silver again and said: "I can only give you five dollars."

"You all know that he is a stingy person, so you know he will definitely not agree to such a low price."

"You don't seem to be afraid of Bauer?"

"Don't ask so many questions, ten dollars, one price."

The black old man snorted coldly and muttered to himself in a low voice: "That Bauer is a little bastard who steals chickens and dogs, and now he has changed to stealing people... Give him fifty cents more."

"No, it's ten dollars, otherwise be careful that he gets drunk and crazy and comes to your stall."

The black old man glanced at Bruce, as if he had eliminated the last trace of doubt, and began to bargain with Bruce attentively.

The two of them hesitated for a long time, and finally the black old man said: "You are a smart kid, and I don't want to see you get beaten. Seven dollars, you can still get it back."

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Bruce hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, if he beats me when I go back, I will run to you."

The black old man laughed and said: "Then I will beat him out with a stick, and then you stay and work for me. I have a lot of good things here."

"Let's talk about it later." Bruce waved his hand as if impatient, took the money handed over by the black old man and left, but in fact, he didn't feel relieved until he completely walked out of this block.

Spending money is also a hassle. Bruce had to pretend to be various people in the gang and the children's gang to buy various small things, and change the money into cents as much as possible, roll it up and hide it in various places on his body.

His luck was not good. He was blocked by the Kids Gang twice. Once, there were six or seven people with weapons in their hands. It was obvious that he had been forced into a desperate situation. It was useless to pretend to be a gangster's errand boy. He could only let them search him.

If Bruce wanted to hide, he could hide the money very well, but if he really couldn't find a penny, the members of the Kids Gang might know that he was an orphan with no one to rely on. But if they could find some change, they would know that he either had parents or a gang. They would take the money and leave, and would not deliberately beat him to avoid getting themselves into trouble.

Bruce lost more than ten cents in this way, but he kept changing areas of action, and no one could tell his background at first sight.

Bruce chose to build a base at the junction of several Kids Gangs, close to the black market, but if he had a fixed base, he must have a real identity, otherwise he would become familiar with the people around him, and if he used the identity of someone's gang as an excuse, he might be exposed by the other party.

But Bruce already knew how a certain type of swindler made his fortune. To put it simply, they pretended to be rich to cheat rich people, and then became really rich.

Bruce quickly became acquainted with the leader of a gang of children under the pretext of helping to bring things along the way. At this time, Bruce was well fed and well-drinking, and his condition was much better than other children.

The leader of the gang knew that there were always more strong children, so he thought of poaching them. Bruce refused twice with a little reserve, and then joined.

With a real gang, things were much easier to handle. The leader of the gang was already fourteen or fifteen years old. Because he was very strong, he had long been noticed by the gang. He would not be the leader in a few days. Bruce took advantage of the opportunity. Although he was young, he was an adult who knew how to deal with things. It didn't take long for him to coax the other children in the gang and naturally became the leader of the gang.

With a whole gang in good condition and with a full staff, there is more room for development. Bruce deploys troops at the headquarters every day, seizes every opportunity to make a side job, arranges personnel positions reasonably, and makes use of the specialties of all the children. In a week, he manages the children's gang in an orderly manner.

At the same time, in the restaurant of a gorgeous manor, two girls, one big and one small, are eating hard. The boy sitting in the first seat on the right gently wipes his mouth with a napkin and puts down the fork in his other hand.

The older girl swallowed the last mouthful of hot soup, sighed with satisfaction, leaned back on the chair, looked at the boy opposite and said: "Dr. Schiller, you..."

"Call me Schiller, Miss Helen."

"Okay, Schiller, I understand what you said about the plan for the dreamland, but I have another question..."

Helen looked up at the luxurious restaurant in the manor and asked: "You said that everyone started as a child from the slums, so how did you get all this?"

"I helped the scammers upgrade their scams. If nothing unexpected happens, they should now They are probably cheating people at the ball."

"I don't quite understand..."

"They pretended to be rich to cheat rich people and then became real rich people. Originally, they were just a couple doing honey trap business in the slums. Now they are wealthy businessmen from Maryland who are keen on charity. They have a biological son and adopted two little girls from the slums of Gotham. They are now looking for investment opportunities in Gotham."

"What about the start-up capital? It should cost a lot of money to rent such a big manor, right? And they also need to buy clothes and jewelry from those rich people..."

"Gangsters." Schiller uttered a word.

"Ah?" Helen still didn't quite understand.

Seeing the neatly arranged tableware in front of Helen, Schiller sighed and explained with extra patience: "My partner is not this couple. I convinced a gangster. This is their investment business, and the money is naturally from them."

"So it was the gangster who wanted to commit fraud." Helen said with sudden realization, but soon she asked in confusion: "How did you convince them? You are not a psychology professor now, just an orphan in Gotham. How could they be willing to listen to a child?"

"Of course they are in trouble, and I happened to appear, and what I said is very reasonable. If they don't listen to me, they will be finished. We can only try our best."

"Is it because of the broken capital chain?" Helen could only guess this, but this is also the most logical answer. Otherwise, why would they commit fraud? It must be to ease the financial tension.

But Schiller shook his head and said: "They can't be a gangster anymore."

Seeing the slightly puzzled expression on Helen's face, Schiller explained: "Their boss offended someone and the gang can't survive, but if they are swallowed up in the form of a gang, they will have nothing left. Others can become minions of other gangs, and the original leader will definitely be eliminated."

"So what?"

"So this is not a scam, I am helping them to clean up their name." Schiller folded the napkin into a regular triangle and said: "While they are not completely swallowed up, sell all their property, organize a scam, enter the upper class to attract investment, and really start a business, and naturally clean up their name."

Helen was stunned for a moment. She was very smart, so she keenly grasped the key point of Schiller's thinking. She asked tentatively: "So you also cleaned up your name?"

Schiller nodded gently and said: "They know nothing about the etiquette of the upper class, and have never done any normal business, so they can only point to me. At least for a period of time, I will get the deserved reward."

"More than that?" Helen frowned and said.

"You are very smart, Helen." Schiller praised from the bottom of his heart, and then his expression darkened again, and he said: "And one of my not-so-smart students seems to have dealt a heavy blow to my reputation in the education field."

"I say, you don't want to give your psychology professor another heavy blow in the education field?"

A green-haired boy leaned against the door frame and said to Bruce who was dealing with the children's affairs.

Bruce looked up, confused, not knowing why Jack said this.