When the next morning arrived, Mason, who had crawled out of his suitcase, stood in the penguin's office and stretched.

Another fulfilling evening passed.

Although he was constantly disturbed by Catwoman, who was "on vacation" in the magic apartment, he finally configured a new and very useful potion last night.

A small bottle of primary vitality potion was taken out and placed in front of his eyes and shaken.

The liquid that had been filtered three times had no residue, and the sleepy young man looked up and dried it in a few seconds, and after a few seconds he was alive and kicking again.

It's simply the perfect elixir for staying up late to cultivate the immortal party.

"While the various alchemy potions that Old K has simplified are useful, perhaps it's time for me to try the ancient secret recipes that have been passed down from Hogwarts."

Mason pondered his plans for alchemy.

He plans to spend a week working on the alchemy branch, and if possible, raise it to Lv2 to make the magic medium alchemy stone, which is very important for alchemy.

According to Old K's notes, an alchemist can make alchemy stones independently, which means that he has left the apprenticeship stage.

Mason then begins to work on other branches of skill while studying engineering, but this is a nighttime "work plan", and Mason is not going to give up on the equally precious daytime time.

He wants to make the most of his daylight hours to improve his branching skills that don't need to be hidden.

And he already has a whole plan.

"Boss, here are the clothes you wanted."

After a busy night but still in good spirits, Charles the energetic kite man walked into the office with two suits, a black formal suit on the left and a gray casual style on the right.

This guy who used to do odd jobs to support his family in his past villain career, so he has a lot of work experience said to Mason:

"If you're going to an interview, I'd suggest you dress more formally, but your age is here, and it's not good to be too formal, so it's still gray.

More casual and formal, conservative but not old-fashioned, most suitable for a handsome young man like you.

This is my advice from my newly hired lobby manager. ”

"Okay, I'm not going to pick anyway."

Mason took the gray semi-formal casual suit and walked to the cubicle in the penguin's office to start changing, and said to the kite man who was sitting on the couch with his head down and tidying up some things:

"Did you find the lobby manager in just one day? Charles, are you really ready to take over this hot potato? ”

"If you don't come forward, do I have to rent out this building to collect rent?"

Charles complained, and said with great interest:

"But it's not as hard as you think, boss, although I used to be miserable in Gotham, I also have some connections in this circle.

I posted a job posting to a friend at the 'Minions Union' yesterday, and now I have not only recruited the lobby manager, but also the front desk, back kitchen and bartender.

The next step is to get some young and cute coaxing waiters and enough security personnel, and then hire a few out-of-fashion singers and bands at a low price to reopen.

The only trouble is getting the drinks served.

The Gotham Grayzone is monopolized by the Falcone mafia, who have been doing this since the time of Al Capone.

I've heard that they're eyeing this bar too. ”

"Wait, minions?"

Mason, who was changing clothes, stuck his head out of the cubicle and said in surprise:

"Is there really anything in Gotham that sounds outrageous?"

"There are even 'villain forums' in this city, and there are still a lot of fans, so why can't there be a union dedicated to providing services to the younger brothers of various forces and those unemployed young people who want to enter this industry?

If you look at the deteriorating economic situation in Gotham City, even Wayne Industries can't afford to offer so many jobs to unemployed young people. ”

The kite man rightly said:

"And how do you think the clowns and two-faced men recruit enough little brothers overnight every time they get out of prison? Do you want to hand out job flyers on the streets?

No, no, no, it's all minions that the union serves!

The boss is eager for a useful little brother, and the ambitious little brother also wants to follow the powerful boss.

It's called 'going both ways'.

The service fee of the union is quite high, and the intermediary fee of each level of minion is different. A senior guy like me with unique skills gets $1,000 per brokerage fee.

This is still a friendship price!

Speaking of which, does the boss want me to register you as a member of the minion union?

They hold an event this month, and newcomers will get a 20% discount on the entrance fee when they sign up, and they will also give three free intermediary services, but you need a majestic nickname. ”

"It's worthy of Gotham characteristics, this line of work has been systematically operated, I'm really convinced."

Mason complained, walked out in his well-dressed suit, and looked in front of the dressing mirror.

Because of the previous "employee welfare" of the stars, his emaciated body has become stronger, and his height has increased to 1.85 meters, which is also quite imposing, and his short black hair and slightly immature face have a kind of youthful vitality.

But the big black and white eyes and the restrained light in them added a touch of stability and sophistication to him.

"Not bad!"

The kite man glanced left and right behind him, and praised:

"As soon as this package is operated, you can go directly to the draft of 'Gotham Flower Boy'. But, boss, are you sure you're going to apply there?

Even if you don't want to meddle in the operation of the bar, you can also be a hands-off boss, in terms of the geographical location and conditions of this bar, it is not an exaggeration to say that a little better management of our brothers will not lack money to spend in the second half of their lives.

You have to delve into alchemy again, and you have to go to another world to explore and explore, isn't it a waste of time to go out and show your face? ”

"I told Batman that I would never get involved in these gray industries again in my life, and that being a man is to do what I say, but I finally cleared my name.

You can't dye it black anymore. ”

Mason looked at himself in the dressing mirror and was quite satisfied with his new appearance.

He touched his eyes, feeling that he needed a pair of glasses to hide his overly mature eyes, and while pinning the Helleye collar pin to the collar of Zakkang, he said to the Kite Man:

"Besides, I have my own plan, you don't have to meddle in my life if you run this place well, let's work together in Gotham to better cooperate and hide.

But since you have a lot of money, Boss Charles, then I can ask you for the money to buy materials in the future. ”

"Don't worry, boss."

The kite man patted his chest and said:

"I'll be your vault from now on, and if you need money, you can just ask.

Of course, those magic potions... I mean, since we can't do the same thing as the Penguins back then, we have to have a little bit of character, right? ”

"Okay, I'll take the time to study it and get some cocktails."

Mason nodded in agreement, and asked casually:

"Didn't you say you were going to take your son back from your ex-wife?"

"Next month!"

Charles clenched his fists and said:

"When I make enough money next month and hire the best lawyer, I will definitely snatch my son back and give him the best life. Since I could die in a distant country at any time, I didn't want to miss the rest of my time. ”

"Come on!"

Mason patted his little brother on the shoulder, picked up his suitcase and was about to leave.

The Kite Man's offer to send someone to take him to check the luxury cars in the garage was politely declined by Mason.

Just kidding, the cheapest of those luxury cars in the penguin's garage are in the millions, he is going to apply for a job or not to buy, what is he doing with that thing?

Do you want to learn from Bruce Wayne, the playboy who swaggers around the market all day long and flaunts his wealth as a boring job?

After hailing a taxi, Mason made his way to the sparsely populated and dilapidated Crime Alley, where he got out of the car and walked into the fourth-floor clinic in front of him, carrying his suitcase.

"Hello, I'm Mason Cooper."

He gave a gentle smile to the little nurse at the front desk who was yawning, and said:

"I sent in my resume for the Physician Assistant yesterday and Dr. Leslie got me back this morning."

The little nurse, who had been busy all night, was drowsy, but she would see a tall, powerful and polite handsome guy suddenly appear, and suddenly come back to her senses.

Not only did he give him a warm welcome, but he also personally took Mason up to the second floor and took him to Dr. Leslie's office.

The cold-faced doctor glanced at Mason, then got up and closed the office door, disappointing the little nurse who was waiting outside ready to serve tea and water.

"Mason, is this a bad joke?"

Dr. Leslie, who was standing behind the door, crossed his arms and stared at the young man sitting in his chair with his old but still bright green eyes, and said:

"While I'm grateful to you for saving me that night from the big trouble caused by Catwoman, my small clinic can't accommodate a 'bat child'."

"No, doctor, I really need a job."

Mason smiled humbly at the candidate.

He seriously put his paper resume on the doctor's desk and said to Dr. Leslie, who was sitting back in his chair and putting on his glasses:

"Although I didn't have a license to nurse and I didn't have a systematic professional knowledge, I wanted to be a life-saving physician when I was in school.

Plus, you're not old at all.

It is the age when a woman is most full of wisdom and experience to bring about the unique charm, and I think Director Gordon, who is looking for a reason to run for you if you have nothing to do, must feel the same way.

By the way, he's my guardian now.

Maybe this will add points to my interview? ”

"Your opening statement sucks!"

The cold-faced doctor pursed his lips and said:

"If you hadn't saved me, I'd have kicked you out when you mentioned Gordon... What does the word 'alchemist' mean in this professional skill on this resume?

I'm in the right clinic, Mason!

It's not a spiritual retreat for the gods. ”

"You can understand it as an ancient form of healing, and I brought a sample."

Mason took out three test tubes of different colors of liquid from his suitcase, placed them in front of the frowning doctor, and introduced:

"From left to right, the three potions of healing, vitality and paralysis, don't show this disdain, Dr. Leslie, Gordon has seen their effects with his own eyes.

In addition, if you have doubts about my skills, I can show you the skills I have been practicing for a long time.

Do you have a patient here who needs to be bandaged? ”

"If I didn't know your identity, I would have kicked you out right now!"

The cold-faced doctor thought for a moment, gave Mason a gesture for him to follow, took the blue potion of vitality from his hand, and handed it to the little nurse who was napping at the door as he opened the door.

"Wendy, this is a new medicine that can effectively relieve fatigue, would you like to try it?"

The doctor said to the little nurse:

"You've been working overtime for two days in a row, and I know you need money to help your sister finish school, but you do need a break, kid."

"I'd like to, if I can get an extra test fee."

With a sleepy smile, the little nurse took the test tube from Dr. Leslie's hand, sniffed it and saw that it still smelled of oranges, so she drank it down.

Dr. Leslie also took out his stethoscope and began to monitor his staff's heart rate changes, and ten seconds later, the vitality potion diluted by Mason had a miraculous effect.

The little nurse, who was originally very sleepy, blinked her eyes, feeling that her fatigue was released at once, and her whole person became energetic.

But instead of being happy, she looked at the test paper in her hand with a scared look, and asked cautiously:

"Doctor, is this really stimulant-free? You know I hate those things. ”

"Pure natural extracts, as long as you don't drink it as coffee, it's absolutely safe."

Mason explained with a smile and admonished:

"If you feel any discomfort in the next half hour, you must let me know in time."

Looking at Mason's handsome and sunny face, the little nurse's heart was pounding, and she whispered:

"Well, I feel my heart pounding and my cheeks are a little hot..."

"It's really time for you to get a boyfriend, Wendy."

Dr. Leslie withdrew her stethoscope, gave Mason a strange look in her eyes, and said to the little nurse:

"Go to work. The cost of the test will be paid out of your special allowance for the month. Mason, put away your charming smile and stop harassing my staff.

Follow me. ”

The doctor strode forward, and Mason politely said goodbye to the little nurse, and followed the doctor to the mild observation ward, where a nurse happened to be changing the dressing of a homeless man with minor burns.

Dr. Leslie winked.

The young man took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and put on medical gloves to take over the work of the nurse, and then under the surprised gaze of the doctor and nurse, he completed a cleaning and bandaging with his hands and feet quickly and very professionally.

The skillfulness of his movements and the perfection of the details made the nurses and ladies beside Dr. Leslie have a sense of "I am a real dish".

By the way, I have a certain sense of crisis in my career.

"Successfully completed an outstanding workmanship, rapid minor injury bandaging, and improved first aid skills proficiency X10."

When the prompt appeared, Mason gave the patient a gentle smile before getting up and looking at Dr. Leslie as he removed his medical gloves.

The cold-faced doctor turned around and walked away, and Mason followed him back to the office.

She pulled open a drawer, took out a document, threw it to Mason, crossed her arms and said:

"Come to work tomorrow..."

"Right now."

Mason said to the doctor as he filled in his personal information:

"I even brought my own nurse's uniform."

"Good, but I'll tell you in advance, Mason, that my clinic is a nonprofit."

Dr. Leslie pushed his glasses and said:

"That means the salary you get here is unstable and there's a risk of losing your job at any time. Also, because it is a non-profit organization, your workload will be more than in a general treatment facility, and you are not allowed to complain to me about your tiredness or ask for leave casually.

Your bandaging skills are some of the best I've ever seen, but perhaps you can continue to learn more about professional suturing, wound cleaning, and simple surgical procedures.

You'll also need to get a nurse's license as soon as possible.

A doctor's license is also required, if available.

However, the advantage of working for me is that there is a staff canteen and dormitory, so I can solve the problem of food and accommodation at that time..."

"Just close your eyes and tell nonsense."

The young man complained in his heart.

With the backing of world-class billionaires like Bruce Wayne, your clinic will be well funded, even on the day of Gotham's destruction.

He had never seen a public welfare clinic with cutting-edge equipment in the emergency room that major hospitals did not necessarily have.

"Oh, do you still have a cafeteria here?"

Mason looked up, remembered his unstarted culinary branch, and smiled at Dr. Leslie, saying:

"I'm actually pretty good at cooking, so maybe I can work part-time? I didn't come to work for the money, doctor, I just didn't want to waste my time, and by the way, I wanted to contribute to the city.

Do you and your staff need an on-site food tasting?

It's three hours until lunchtime, and I'm up for the challenge..."

"Bang Bang Bang"

An anxious knock on the door sounded at this moment, and the little nurse Wendy pushed open the door just now and said with a serious face:

"Dr. Leslie, there was a shootout three blocks away, and six patients who were shot were brought in, one needed first aid, and the others were traumatized."

"Mason, put on your nurse's uniform."

Ms. Leslie pushed her glasses and said to the young man:

"Go and stop the bleeding and bandage the trauma patient, Wendy will assist you. Here's your entry test, young man, and let me see what you're capable of. ”