"Hotel Lane...... Looks pretty good. ”

In front of the main entrance of the splendid hotel, a young Chinese man with a suitcase suddenly stopped here.

Hanging his head slightly, he looked at the time displayed by the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

The bright eyes are as bright as the stars.

His name is Wang Hai, he comes from faraway China, and he just graduated from Kyoto University, which is second to none in China.

After graduating, he did not choose to work or continue his graduate studies, but resolutely made the decision to study abroad.

The object of further study is Gotham University, which is located in this bustling metropolis, and is one of the top ten universities in the world.

After paying $500 and receiving a hotel key, Wang Hai quickly came to the hotel room under the guidance of a blonde beauty waiter with light makeup and heavy makeup.

Inside, there is a brown-gray Simmons bed, covered with a soft sky-blue bedding, and a semi-circular arc-shaped purple trembling wood leather headboard, which is faintly beautiful in the classics against the backdrop of a ray of afternoon sunlight outside the windowsill.

The curtains are pulled to one side, and through the windows, you can clearly admire the high-rise buildings of Gotham City, the traffic is busy, the lights are bright, and the drunken gold fans can be seen.

Gently close the door, put down the suitcase, and lie down on the fresh and elegant soft bed, the warm and delicate touch rubs the skin, and the comfortable comfort spreads throughout the body.

"With just over $300 left in my wallet, it's time to figure out a way to make money."

Wang Hai put his arms on the back of his head, stared at the dark golden ceiling with his deep eyes, and began to figure out a feasible way to make money.

In fact, he only brought $1,000 with him to the United States this time.

Excluding the dozens of dollars spent on a taxi ride from Gotham Airport and the three-day advance payment for staying at the upscale hotel, all the money now adds up to less than $400.

Four hundred dollars, for a student who is adrift and alone, is certainly not able to last much time.

What's more, Wang Hai is also a master who pursues a high standard of living, and for him, four hundred dollars can spend three days is enough to live up to the word "economy".

"There it is!"

Wang Hai got up from the bed and quickly walked into the bathroom to tidy up his clothes a little.

After tidying up, he left the hotel and flagged down a beige taxi outside, embarking on his first path to making money in Gotham City.

"Sir, where are you going?"

The black driver asked, as usual, with a rather flat expression on his face, not the slightest excitement that the passenger was a yellow-skinned man.

Obviously, for an international metropolis like Gotham City, which is home to tens of millions of people, it is nothing new to meet a Chinese person on a busy street.

"Who is the richest in Gotham City?"

Wang Hai did not answer the driver's question directly, but changed to such an indirect answer.

As soon as he heard the passenger ask such a simple and extreme question, the driver's nerves were immediately stirred, and the tone of his voice was mixed with a rather excited tone: "Oh, my God! Are you friends with Bruce Wayne? ”

In the face of the driver's question, Wang Hai just gently glanced out of the car window, and a faint arc appeared on the corner of his tough mouth.

"Not now, but maybe it will be."

……

The sun sets, casting a dark golden afterglow over the earth.

Gotham City, with its high-rise buildings, seems to be covered with a thin veil of gold like cicada wings, and is covered with a thick historical mystery.

The criss-crossing vehicular passages form the basic skeleton of Gotham City. The neon lights on both sides of the road are dotted with the beauty of dusk.

Downtown, Wayne Building.

It was evening, night was creeping, and the decent workers from 9 to 5 were on their way home.

Below the Wayne Building, a large number of social elites passed by Wang Hai.

And Wang Hai always stood motionless in front of the main entrance, staring at the men and women who were about to walk out of the building in the hall with resolute eyes.

He is looking for the owner of this mansion, Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City.

After a long time, after the pedestrians below the building were reduced from bustling to sparse, the sharp-eyed Wang Hai finally caught the trail of Bruce Wayne.

About ten meters away from Wang Hai in front, three tall young men in suits and leather shoes were walking towards them, as if they were one boss and two bodyguards.

The person standing in the middle looks about thirty years old, with short and neat hair and a handsome face, giving people a sense of confidence and peace.

Long before arriving in Gotham City, Wang Hai had already searched for information about Gotham City on the Internet.

For example, Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, who is at the helm of the Wayne Group;

Gotham City's most popular man - Batman, the Dark Knight who punishes evil and promotes good;

The most terrible man in Gotham City, the evil clown who is heinous in crime;

Wait a minute......

And the handsome young man in front of him is exactly the same as Bruce Wayne's appearance on the Internet Encyclopedia.

It goes without saying that this person is the richest man in Gotham City - Bruce Wayne!

"Hello, my name is Wang Hai, and I am from Kyoto City, a distant country in China."

Wang Hai walked a few steps forward calmly, with a sincere smile on his face that was enough to melt the ice and snow, and elegantly stretched out his right hand to the other party.

The two black-clad bodyguards with excellent professionalism beside Bruce showed full vigilance on their cold faces, and hurriedly put their hands on their waists, intending to take out their pistols to prevent unknown people from hurting their bosses.

However, at the moment when he touched the handle of the gun, Bruce calmly reached out to stop their next further movements, signaling that they could retreat for the time being, and the comer did not seem to have malicious intent.

Of course, the most fundamental reason is that Bruce's skills are strong, and it is effortless to defeat ten with his bare hands, how can he be afraid of this smiling Oriental friend in front of him? The two bodyguards around him are actually just a cover he uses to hide people's eyes.

"Bruce Wayne," Bruce also smiled, politely extending his right hand and clasping it tightly with Wang Hai's right hand, "this gentleman, I don't know you, do I?" ”

Bruce's smile, in addition to showing a gentlemanly demeanor, is a curiosity about the stranger he has never met.

"Dear Mr. Wayne, of course you don't know me as an unknown nobody. In fact, this is the first meeting between you and me. ”

"So, what are you coming to me for?" The smile on Bruce's face had faded a lot as he said this, "Is it for the money?" ”

"As you say." Wang Hai's smile was still the same, and his tone became more categorical, "I want to borrow 10,000 US dollars from you!" ”

Ten thousand dollars is definitely a lot of money for most civilians.

But for Bruce, the richest man in Gotham, who is worth tens of billions of dollars, it may only be as valuable as a coin. Of course, just because Bruce has a lot of assets doesn't mean he doesn't care about the $10,000.

In some cases, even a dollar is worth caring about, because under certain conditions of time and space, it may represent a meaning that goes beyond the value of a dollar, such as being a source of credit, gaining respect, and even cultivating friendship.

Here, in front of Bruce, the $10,000 dollar expands the meaning of curiosity and interest.

"$10,000...... Why do you think I'm going to give you $10,000? The smile on Bruce's face gradually returned, and the sea of full confidence in his words and demeanor had successfully ignited the fire of his interest.

"Mr. Wayne, if you are willing to lend me $10,000 now, I will give you $100,000 in three days." The corners of Wang Hai's mouth formed a strange arc, "If I fail to fulfill my promise after three days, you can send me to the darkest prison in Gotham City." ”

Hearing this, the smile on Bruce's face became brighter and brighter, and his interest in Wang Hai became even stronger.