"Schiller, I think it's time for us to really talk." One morning, Bruce stopped Schiller, who was about to go out, and said to him very seriously.

"What are you doing? Don't stop me from going out and looking for a job, don't you know that the situation is very serious right now, it's been a few days since I came here, and I haven't found a regular job yet." Schiller pushed Bruce's arm away and tried to walk out.

And Bruce looked at Schiller, a few days had passed, his clothes, shoes, and watch were intact, his face was ruddy, he was in good spirits, he was looking for a job for more than twelve hours a day, and he was not tired at all.

Schiller was about to go out again, but Bruce stopped him and said, "No, you can't go out, what you're doing now is too dangerous, can't you just find a job in living hell?"

Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's not completely unreasonable, I've been here for so many days, and I haven't found any promising jobs, and I haven't tried to find a job at my doorstep, forget it, I'll try."

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but before half a minute of this breath, his heart rose to hoarseness again, because Schiller went straight to the water purifier.

Bruce pulled him back with great effort, and by this time, he was almost exhausted of all his strength, more tired than the previous few days combined, and even his body could not stand up straight.

Leaning against the fence next to him, he told Schiller, "You can't poison the water, you can't threaten all the gangsters here with chemicals to give you jobs, and you can't collude with children to intercept clean water and sell it for a high price......

Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs again."

Ten minutes later, Bruce stopped in front of him again and said, "No, you can't go to the newsboy to monopolize the newspaper, and you can't open the lid of someone else's milk bottle......

"Schiller! Don't go to the rooftop! Don't touch the greenery here, you can't dig it up and sell it for money, it's a public facility......

"Don't move the sewer pipes! What? Owl? There are no more owls!"

"Hans came looking for you? You can't kill for him, you're not a killer! You're a university professor!!

Over the next few days, Bruce realized how serious the consequences of making decisions at a time when the brain was starved of nutrients.

In the past few days, Bruce's main job is to follow Schiller to find a job, and Schiller can always create the perfect job opportunity for himself in the process of finding a job.

In fact, there are only a few places where there are jobs in the East Side of Gotham, and if you want to find a job without leaving this district, you can only go to those places to find them, so Schiller basically wanders around the warehouse area, the restaurant area, the truck area, and the living hell every day.

Schiller was always looking for a job, but never really got one.

In the warehouse area, it is to be a warehouse manager, to make false accounts, change labels, and steal things, in the catering area, it is to unite this family to poison that family's food, to unite that family to poison this family's food, in the truck area, it is to unite this gang to touch the porcelain gangster, and then to unite the gang to touch the porcelain gangster, and in the living hell is to look down at the water purifier and go up to the sewer pipe......

It stands to reason that this kind of deception will not last long, but Schiller can really make these works a long-lasting, sustainable, and promising undertaking.

Let's talk about the work of the warehouse first, at the beginning, he changed the cargo records, just to smuggle some goods out and ensure his basic survival, but then I don't know if it was an accident or he did it on purpose, and this matter was discovered by a gang boss.

It stands to reason that this was the beginning of his bad luck, but Schiller went to talk to the gang boss, and as a result, his opponent's warehouse was unlucky, losing 1,200 pieces today due to the truck rollover, and 800 pieces due to a fire in the warehouse tomorrow.

The gangster boss who was was also anxious, and 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 gangsters, there is no need to pay protection money, of course, if the word protection fee is replaced by taxes, many people may understand.

A total of 2000 pieces

Of the goods, 1,200 pieces were crushed due to the rollover of the truck and could not be sold at all, and 800 pieces completely disappeared because of the fire, so the profit of these 2,000 pieces is 0, and the protection fee to be paid is 0 when reporting to the top.

At the same time, the transportation of these 2,000 pieces requires labor costs, the storage costs of preserving these 2,000 pieces, and the costs of sales and publicity or transshipment transactions, all of which are added together, in addition to the purchase cost of the 2,000 pieces of goods themselves, the cost will be more than tripled.

Because of the disappearance of 2,000 goods, all the costs paid will become losses, so the same amount of profits will be removed from the year-end financial report, and this part of the profits will no longer need to be handed over in proportion, that is, directly tax-exempt.

Seeing Schiller's behavior escalate from petty theft to tax evasion, Bruce had to change the rules of the game, and the warehouse area would definitely not be able to go, and if it continued like this, the speed of rebuilding would not be able to keep up with the speed of the fire dragon burning the warehouse.

In the restaurant area, at first, it was only to help the owners of small stalls and vendors to eradicate competitors, but soon, they began to target the purchase channel of meat.

If you want to get low-priced, high-quality meat, you can only target frozen smuggled meat, but Schiller seems to feel that the cost of frozen smuggled meat is not low enough, and he targets sick cattle again.

However, the number of sick cattle was too small, and it was a one-shot deal, so Schiller planned to cooperate with the veterinarian to disguise the cattle as sick cattle, and finally began to contact the ranchers to collectively lower the price of the cows.

For the sake of Gotham's future food safety, Bruce also demarcated the dining area out of Schiller's range of activities, but Schiller didn't say anything, and turned around and went to the truck driver.

Of course, the truckers were spared thanks to Jack the Clown, a hero named Jack who defended the truckers' territory and drove out Schiller, who wanted to start a truck union here, and this time, it was the victory of the people at the bottom.

Still, Bruce put the truckers' hangout out of Schiller's job search, after all, he didn't want to get up early in the morning and see two clowns crouching at the head of his bed and ask him to give him a review.

If you can't go anywhere, then stay in a living hell, right? But obviously, even staying in living hell can't stop Schiller's heart from wanting to find a stable job.

After the initial capital accumulation, Schiller began to speculate.

It is indeed difficult to flip a house alone, but what Schiller is best at is drawing a bunch of pies and then pulling a group of people into the pit.

Living Hell is quite advantageous in the East District, with complete supporting facilities, good living conditions, and more importantly, unique sanitary conditions, and it is the only school district, so why wait for this not to speculate?

Bruce is certainly not stupid, when Schiller started the first step, he found that the end of the property speculation is to drive out all the residents who originally lived here, and all the houses will be empty to serve investors, and the gap between the rich and the poor will further increase, and then bring even greater chaos.

During this period, in order to stop Schiller's various behaviors of creating jobs and expanding investment channels, Bruce did not sleep at night and got up early in the morning, and ate in a hurry, 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 found that the most fundamental reason Schiller was able to gain an advantage here was that he had no morals.

From this, Bruce found that it was very reasonable for Schiller to wonder what was so difficult about living in the slums, because in Schiller's view, it was not difficult to live in the slums at all, and he came here as if he were coming home.

This made Bruce wonder if the hardships he was going through here were because he wasn't bad enough.

When he had exhausted the last of his strength, and could not even leave the room, and could only half-lean on the bed to speak to Schiller, the first question he asked Schiller was, "Do you think I deserve it?"

Schiller moved a chair and sat at the head of his bed, peeling a fresh apple in his hand, and said, "I know what you want to ask, do you want to ask, should good people be held at gunpoint?"

"You find that you live here

It's not because you're not smart enough or hard enough, it's just because you're not bad enough."

"You don't want to hurt people on your own initiative, and you don't want to abandon your conscience for the sake of survival, which gives you no advantage in the competition, and you find that following the rules here can only lead to death."

Bruce was now a withered figure, and in just over two months, he had lost enough to see the shape of his skull clearly, and his eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets, and the handsome face that had bothered him so much as a worry was gone.

He became more like a complete Eastsider, and the lowest of those in the Eastside, but his blue eyes were still bright, like a blue sky that Gotham had never seen before.

"If, in a city, good people have no way out but to die in such a social environment, then maybe the city cannot be saved, isn't it?" Schiller looked at Bruce.

Bruce was silent and did not answer.

"I appreciate your persistence." Schiller stood up, turned to the door and said, "I'm a persistent person, too, so I'm going to look for a job."

Just as Schiller turned around, Bruce saw the smile on his face.

After the sound of the door closing, he scrambled to get up from his bed, for he saw in Schiller's last smile a terrible madness.

Now, he understood what was the reason for all this anomaly, and it wasn't the professor who was in the room with him, but Gotham's eternal nightmare.

Bruce used the last of his strength to get up, he knew he had to catch up with Schiller, there was a force urging him to do so.

After the vague laughter had almost disappeared, another force burst out of his chest.

He stumbled out the door, with no Schiller outside the door, but Bruce knew where he was going.

In the production hall of the ACE chemical plant, Schiller is standing on the feeding platform of a large chemical mixing tank, holding a match in his hand, and Bruce sees a sign on the side wall of the mixing tank that says "No Open Flames".

Schiller stared at the flame of the match as if he hadn't seen Bruce, and Bruce stumbled onto the feeding platform, where he used up his last strength and fell to the ground.

The figures of the two of them were very small against the background of fluorescent-colored chemicals, and the round storage tank looked like a round of the sun, and Schiller and Bruce were floating above the flames of the sun.

Bruce really didn't have any strength left, and the long torture made him no longer capable of fighting anyone, and he could only watch as Schiller struck a match again, and behind the fire, his crazy smile.

Bruce closed his eyes in pain, and when a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, it was deeper than the sound of the wind in the endless desert:

"Clown ......"