No one cares where a child who works in the kitchen suddenly disappears, or everyone actually knows it, but it is tacitly understood, because human life is not worth anything.

Except for the snarky Marina supervisor in the back kitchen, who frantically yelled at her for losing her important belongings, the restaurant was running as usual.

The staff in the restaurant knew that Marina was also a thief, she would steal the silver cutlery brought by wealthy customers, falsely claim that it was the children of the kitchen helpers, and even beat them in front of them, most of whom would be merciful and not care.

Rich people always have an abundant kindness, and Marina knows this, and Bruce, who was once the richest man in the world, knows even better, so when he saw Malina 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 the child was the best person to win mercy in front of the big guy.

After another day, Bruce replaced a boy named Bing as a helper in the back kitchen, and that night he found the woman's unclever treasure trove, ransacked the stock, and then disappeared from the world.

His method of getting out of the way can't even be said to be clever, but he has the basic IQ that an adult who has crossed into a child should have, coupled with the motivation brought by the fear of failing the exam for a long time, Bruce reaped the first pot of gold.

Smelting silver utensils is too easy, but the difficulty is how to sell such things as a child, and judging from the assumptions of no good guy in Gotham, whoever he reveals that he has a piece of silver is likely to be murdered.

Silver items weren't worth much, but that's from Bruce Wayne's point of view, and the kids at the bottom would even break their heads for a piece of scrap metal, which could be exchanged for a small piece of bread, so why wasn't it worth it?

And the small silver nugget in Bruce's hand, which had smelted about thirty or forty silver cutlery, could at least allow one child to feed all the children a full meal.

But Bruce intends to keep it to himself.

The experience of living in the slums had given him a lot of experience, and he knew where to sell them, and in short, he was right to follow the snitch.

Who made his girlfriend a top thief? Bruce still vividly remembers that when he lived in Selena's house, there were at least two or three black markets on the street he passed home every day, and the owners there only accepted unknown things.

Of course, Bruce Jr. couldn't just take something and ask the boss for the price, he took a relatively clever way, that is, he pretended to be an errand boy with a big shot.

While waiting for the smelting, Bruce squatted in the next street for two days, basically figuring out the habits of the leader of a small gang there, and at least his schedule.

So Bruce stood in front of the stall, threw the piece of silver on the board, folded his arms, snapped his tongue, raised his chin without blinking, and pointed to what he had thrown out.

The boss was an old black man in sunglasses, and he pulled his sunglasses a little under his nose and looked at Bruce from above them.

The kitchen helper also has the advantage of stealing food as long as he is clever enough, Bruce is not too clever to hide from a few cooks, he has eaten very well in the past few days, although he is not tall and still very thin, but his mental state can see that he has not been hungry recently.

"Bauer asked me to come, and one of the boys under him did a big job, and he specially asked me to come to you."

"You're new here?"

"It's not new, you must have not been to him in months, right?"

The old black man put on his sunglasses again, spat to the side and said, "Who wants to go to that door-picker, who can't even drink every time he goes...... How much did he ask you for? ”

"He said you look at it, but you can't say that he sold it."

The old black man raised his eyebrows, picked up the piece of silver with his thin fingers, and said, "He has gone to other people's land to do all those things of stealing chickens and dogs?" Sooner or later, someone will be killed. ”

He looked at the piece of silver repeatedly, then put his hand at it, and said, "This thing is very fine, but it doesn't look like that big old man." ”

"I got it." Bruce patted his chest proudly and said, "Why else would he pick me up." ”

The old black man took off his sunglasses completely, looked Bruce up and down, and said, "You went to school?" ”

"No, but if you learn a little craft, don't ask."

"Your parents are gangsters who dispose of corpses?"

"I don't have parents."

"The mouth is quite strict." The old black man cut off, but his tone was noticeably slower, as if he were joking with his grandson, and he shook the little piece of silver again and said, "Only five dollars." ”

"You know he's a door-picker, and you know he's definitely not going to agree to such a low price."

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

"Don't ask so much, ten dollars, a fixed price."

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

"No, it'll cost ten dollars, or be careful that he's going crazy drinking and coming to your stall."

The old black man glanced at Bruce, seemed to dispel the last trace of doubt, and began to bargain with Bruce intently.

The two struggled for a long time, and finally the old black man said: "You are a smart boy, and I don't want to see you beaten, seven dollars, you can pay it when you go back." ”

Bruce hesitated, nodded and said, "Okay, if he hits me when I go back, I'll run to you." ”

The old black man laughed and said, "Then I'll beat him out with a stick, and then you stay and work for me, and I've got a lot of good stuff here." ”

"Let's talk about it." Bruce waved his hand as if impatient, picked up the money handed by the old black man and left, but in fact he was not relieved until he was completely out of the neighborhood.

Spending money is also a trouble, and Bruce has to pretend to be a member of the gang and the kids to buy all kinds of small things, exchange the money for cents as much as possible, roll it up and hide it in various places on his body.

His luck can't be said to be good, he has been blocked twice by the children's gang, and once six or seven people came, and there were weapons in their hands, making it clear that he had been driven to the end of the road, and it was useless to pretend to be an errand boy of the gang, so he could only let them search his body.

If Bruce wanted to hide, he could hide the money very tightly, but if he couldn't find a penny, the members of the Kids Gang might know that he was a helpless orphan, but if he could find some change, he would know that he either had parents or a gang, and he would leave after taking the money, and he wouldn't deliberately beat him so as not to get himself into trouble.

Bruce lost a dozen cents like this, but he kept changing areas, and no one could tell his bottom as soon as they met.

Bruce chose to build a base at the junction of several children's gangs, close to the black market, but if he has a fixed stronghold, he must really have an identity, otherwise he will be familiar with the people around him, and whoever uses the identity of the gang as an excuse may be exposed by the other party.

But Bruce has long known how a certain type of crook makes a fortune, simply put, it is to pretend to be rich people to cheat rich people first, and then become real rich people.

Under the banner of helping people carry things along the way, Bruce quickly became acquainted with the leader of a children's gang, and at this time Bruce was in a better state than other children because he was very moisturized because he ate and drank.

The leader of the children's gang knew that there were not too many strong children, so he moved to dig people, and Bruce refused twice with a little reserve, and joined in kindly.

If there is a gang, things will be much easier, the leader of this children's gang is fourteen or fifteen years old, because he is very strong, he has long been favored by the gang, or he will not be the leader in a few days, Bruce took advantage of the weakness, although he is young, but after all, he is a very good adult, and it didn't take long to coax the other children in the children's gang, and he naturally became the leader of the children's gang.

With a whole gang in good condition and fully staffed, there is more room to play, Bruce deploys troops at the headquarters every day, seizes every opportunity that can be taken out of the way, reasonably arranges the position of personnel, gives full play to the strengths of all the children, and takes care of the children's gang in an orderly manner in a week.

At the same time, in the dining room of a beautiful manor, two girls, one older and one younger, were immersed in hard work, and the boy sitting at the head of the right side gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and put down the fork in his other hand.

The older girl swallowed the last mouthful of the hot soup, sighed contentedly, leaned back in her chair, looked at the boy opposite and said, "Doctor Schiller, you ......"

"Call me Schiller, Miss Helen."

"Well, Schiller, I understand what you said about the plan for the Dream Realm, but I still have a question......"

Helen looked up at the lavish dining room in the manor and asked, "You said that everyone started out as a slum kid, so how did you get all this?" ”

"I've upgraded my tricks for the crooks, and if nothing else, they're supposed to be at the prom right now."

"I didn't understand ......"

"First pretending to be rich to cheat rich people, and then becoming real rich people, originally they were just a couple who did a fairy jumping business in the slums, and now they are wealthy businessmen from Maryland who are passionate about philanthropy, have a biological son, and have adopted two little girls from the Gotham slums, and are now looking for investment opportunities in Gotham."

"What about start-up capital? It should cost a lot of money to rent such a large estate, right? And to buy clothes and jewelry for those who have money......"

"Gangsters." Schiller spat out a word.

"Huh?" Helen still didn't understand.

Seeing the neat tableware in front of Helen, Schiller sighed and took out extra patience to explain: "My partner is not this couple, I persuaded a gangster, this is their investment business, and the money is naturally from them." ”

"It turned out that the gang wanted to commit fraud." Helen suddenly realized, but soon she asked suspiciously, "How did you convince them?" You're not a psychology professor now, you're just an orphan in Gotham, how could they want to listen to children? ”

"Of course they are in difficulty, and I happened to appear, and what I said was very reasonable, if they don't listen to me, they will be doomed, and they can only be a dead horse doctor."

"Is it a broken capital chain?" Helen could only guess this, but this was also the most logical answer, otherwise why engage in fraud? It must be to ease the financial constraints.

But Schiller shook his head and said, "They can't be gangsters anymore." ”

Seeing the still slightly puzzled expression on Helen's face, Schiller explained: "Their boss has offended people, and the gangsters can't get mixed up, but if they are swallowed up in the form of gangs, then they will have nothing left, and others can go to be the horses of other gangs, and the original leaders will definitely be cut down." ”

"So what?"

"So it's not a scam, I'm helping them get ashore." Schiller folded the napkin into a neat triangle and said: "Before it is completely annexed, sell all your property, organize a scam, break into the upper class to attract investment, and really start a business, it will naturally be whitewashed." ”

Helen was stunned for a moment, she was very smart, so she keenly grasped the key point in Schiller's train of thought, and she asked tentatively: "So you also washed your name and went ashore?" ”

Schiller nodded lightly and said, "They don't know anything about the etiquette of high society, and they haven't done any normal business, so they can only point at me, at least for a while, and I will get the reward I deserve." ”

"It's more than that, isn't it?" Helen said with a frown.

"You're smart, Helen." Schiller complimented him from the bottom of his heart, and then his expression darkened again, and he said, "And one of my not very intelligent students seems to be about to deal another major blow to my reputation in the world of education." ”

"I mean, don't you want to give your psychology professor's reputation in the world of education another punch?"

A green-haired boy leaned against the door frame and said as he looked at Bruce, who was dealing with the children's help.

Bruce looked up, dazed, wondering why Jack had said this.

(End of chapter)