"Hey, big man!"

Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:

"Do you think you look a little like the flyer called Superman in this report you're writing about?"

So the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Let's rewind the clock 30 minutes ago.

……

……

……

Perry White is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet.

He has always felt that:

Workers should look like workers.

For a newspaper, the backroom financier can never be offended, although he himself does not adhere to this code - he himself was a famous backbone in his youth, reporting many news that the backroom financiers did not approve.

However, in the end, these news made the newspaper a lot of money, which is why he was able to rise all the way up the ranks, becoming the youngest editor-in-chief in the history of Planet Daily at the age of 30, rather than being swept away.

No matter who the newspaper is sold to, he always needs to make a profit, doesn't he? And he, Perry White, was the only genius who could make a newspaper a big hit.

So sometimes, as long as he is sure that his choice is not wrong, he can completely ignore the request of the backroom financier, or simply cut it first. He's played it countless times in his 10-year newspaper career.

And every time he played, he won.

In fact, Perry White felt that he was extremely intelligent, intelligent, and bold...... (5,000 words omitted), and most employers are stupid, fat-headed, (5,000 words omitted) and not very smart, most of them are ignorant of the newspaper industry and are complete laymen.

But that doesn't mean the employer's opinion isn't important.

In fact, the more stupid the layman, the more likely he is to do bad things, they often lack creative talent and talent, but they have a soft spot for making a mess and are quite talented.

That's why our editor-in-chief, Perry White, has developed his own way of dealing with employers.

Convince the majority of employees, establish their own prestige, establish their own kingdom, prove themselves to be always right in practice again and again, and run the daily planet like an iron bucket, weakening the employer's voice and influence within the daily newspaper as much as possible, and minimizing the impact of the decisions they make because of stupidity.

No matter how many times the Daily Planet was sold, he always did it.

Even if the current owner of the gold system has changed from Morgan Edge, the president of the Galaxy Broadcasting System, to Bruce Wayne, the most famous diamond king in Gotham City.

This guy was no different from the financiers he'd seen before, a bunch of idiots who didn't know anything about journalism — well, except for Morgan Edge, the one he had ever met who knew the most about journalism, and who had just bought Planet Daily and tried to challenge his authority.

It took him a lot of energy to thwart the other party's evil plot (the so-called "conspiracy" was limited to what the editor-in-chief of Wright thought was himself).

Perry White was slightly distracted, then quickly shook his head.

But it's clear that a second character like a troublesome character like the other party will never appear again, and Bruce Wayne will definitely not be such a powerful character.

At this time, he was standing in front of the door of the Planet Daily with a large number of reporters of all kinds, ready to welcome Bruce Wayne's visit.

He raised his wrist and looked at the watch in his hand, and then saw the other party's extended Lincoln luxury car slowly driving from the side of the street—

The timing was just right, and he thought that a famous playboy like Bruce Wayne would usually be late.

Wait, the extended Lincoln?

It's an elongated version of a luxury car that is longer than a standard vehicle, with more seats and more space.

Why would Bruce Wayne come here in such a luxury car?

Perry White thought of the rumors of the other party's playboy, and his face suddenly turned a little dark, if the other party brought down a large group of beautiful women from the car later, then the reputation of the Planet Daily would be ruined!

His rivals would surely be rushing to report the anecdote and laugh at it loudly, wouldn't they be so outrageous?

Then he saw the door open, and Bruce Wayne stepped down from it alone, with only an old butler by his side.

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen.

Perry White breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bruce Wayne wearing-uh...... What is it?

The other was dressed in a pink mink with bells and whistles like a dodo, lined with a Hawaiian-style plaid shirt.

He was covered with cool shorts underneath, a pair of bamboo and rattan slippers on his feet, toad sunglasses on his face, and his mouth was cracked all the way to the base of his ears, and he let out a silly laugh.

Look at this guy's respectful face, it's obvious that he is the kind of rich idiot.

Do you think you're here for a vacation in the Met?

And the old butler behind him, what age is it, and he is still dressed like an old British butler in the 20s of the last century, what do you think you are doing, filming a TV series?

Perry White, editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, complained inwardly, but still with a warm smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to the other party: "Dear Mr. Wayne, welcome to the Met!" ”

Then he was stuffed with a handful of bills.

？

Who are you and I?

Gas, shivering, cold.

This is a complete insult!

I, Perry White, really thought I was someone who hadn't seen money?

How can you insult me like that!

Perry White wanted to say this out loud, but he only said one word, and then he saw the old butler behind Bruce Wayne pull out a high wad of money from the box and throw it in his arms again.

"I'm × & amp; amp; amp; amp; %￥#@……”

White's language module was loaded chaotically for a moment, and then the next second he was suddenly sober.

This is a seizure of power! A complete seizure of power!

The eyes of the shrewd and capable editor-in-chief White suddenly sharpened. Those who come on the other side are not good, and those who are good do not come.

The power maniac's lust for power was activated in an instant, allowing him to quickly get rid of his greed for money.

In just a few seconds, he quickly adjusted his mental construction.

In the face of such a money offensive, few people can hold themselves, but he happens to be one of them......

Probably.

"No, I'm not that kind of person."

He said as he forcibly controlled himself.

He forced himself not to look at the pile of bills. He knew that the change in his expression just now had made Bruce Wayne see the clue, so he would gag him with more bills.

It was a mistake and he won't do it again.

He stuffed the pile back into the old butler's box with great speed, and then symbolically took the first small wad of money: "Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne, you are so gracious. ”

"But it's useless, too much money is not what I deserve, I'm not such a casual person."

He forced his head to turn his head, feeling his heart twitch.

Then he turned his head to see Steve Lemberd, a sports reporter for the Daily Planet, rushing up: "Mr. Wayne! Nice to meet you! ”

Lembard was a former professional in good shape until he suffered comminuted knee fractures in both legs due to a car accident. He returned to university to further his studies, obtained a degree as a journalist and joined the daily Planet, where he specialized in sports.

- The above is his past resume.

Now, in Perry White's eyes, our Mr. Lembard has become a dog waiting to be fed.

Then the next second, he was smashed by a large stack of bills.

"Great, whether it's someone here tonight or not, I can-"

Alfred pulled out more money from the box.

Our editor-in-chief Wright watched helplessly as the old butler smashed the banknotes one by one. The reporters he brought with him were in jubilation.

"Okay." He looked around with some anger and said, "Would you like to see the inside, Mr. Wayne?" ”

He didn't even want to say any more welcome.

Together, they walked into the daily planet.

The sports reporter stuffed the bills into his pants pocket one by one, enjoying the fullness, and then a wave of guilt welled up in his heart.

With so much money, I always feel like I have to help out with something.

While the editor-in-chief and Mr. Wayne were still talking, he turned his head and saw that the old butler who had given him the money before was trying to carry the box behind him, so he immediately said:

"An old man like you must be very tired of carrying so much money, let me help you."

"I can help you ......"

He put his hands on the box and tugged hard.

I didn't pull it.

He slammed his force, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the box was lifted a little.

He already felt a moan down his spine.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lembard~"

He heard the old butler say to him in an English accent, "But I'm afraid I'll be able to do my job myself." ”

Then he saw the other party lift the box with one hand, carry it on his body, and stand gently and deftly behind Bruce Wayne.

The box was like a building block in the hands of the thin old man.

The sports reporter looked at his arm suspiciously, and he was a little confused.

"It doesn't make sense." He muttered.

"The Planet Daily has ......"

Perry White waved the less important reporters to disperse and return to their posts to prevent them all from being overwhelmed by Bruce Wayne's money offensive.

He took a few editors-in-chief with him and continued to accompany Bruce Wayne in the huge office group: "We have more than ......"

Before he could begin his tirade, he heard Bruce Wayne whisper to him:

"Stop, tell me where Clark Kent is."

Editor-in-Chief White blinked. He had already guessed that the other party would ask such a question.

Since the planet daily was acquired by Bruce Wayne some time ago, the other party has made a special request to him:

Priority is given to recruiting a Kansas farm boy as an employee, with no educational qualifications, and about 20 to 30 years old, which is too obvious, and when he got this request, he almost wanted to say that you just apply for a name and let me hire directly.

"I put him in an office with Louis Lane." Editor-in-chief White said.

Then he shouted from behind, "Miss Lane, Miss Lane?

The black-haired beauty, who was a few steps behind them, walked forward quickly, then stretched out her hand and said with some restraint: "Hello, I'm Louis Lane." Glad ......"

But Bruce Wayne didn't shake her hand, and she had another stack of money in her hand.

The shrewd and capable Louis felt that his tongue was starting to knot a little. It was she who could only forcibly skim the topic of shaking hands and said:

"Come with me, Mr. Wayne, and let me introduce them to you."

Editor-in-Chief White gave up his place and let Louis lead them into the office: "Everyone, stop what you're doing, this is our back-up owner, Boss Bruce Wayne—"

His voice disturbed the silence of the office, and Jimmy Olsen looked up from the thick file.

But Chen Tao ignored him, and he floated directly to Clark Kent's table, unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

But soon Chen Tao regained his emotion, pretending to be attentive to what he was writing on the table.

Louis gave Editor-in-Chief White a questioning look, and the other shrugged.

Suddenly disturbed, the Kansas boy stiffened, and then showed a shy smile.

Chen Tao reached out and took the manuscript he was writing, and Clark's hand flickered for a moment, but immediately returned to its place, allowing it to be taken away.

"Well, the mysterious trapeze appeared in the metropolis to fight crime? You call him Superman? ”

Perry White walked over quickly: "Newcomer, I told you, we want news, not urban legends, you can't ......"

"It's okay, it's okay."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chen Tao reaching out.

"Hey, big man!"

Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:

"Do you think you look a little like the flyer called Superman in this report you're writing about?"

So the smile on his face suddenly froze.

？？？

"Is there one?"

Clark Kent immediately silently turned up the creature stance to the maximum, and then an innocent smile appeared on his face: "I don't think it's like it at all. ”

His biological stance can distort the perception of others and blind them to his face. Clark Kent was sure that no matter how you looked at it, no one should associate him with the flying man!

They're just two different people!

"Take your glasses off."

He heard Bruce Wayne say, "Hurry up. ”

Clark complied, and he turned the creature up a notch again, trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

Chen Tao held up the photograph from the manuscript and placed it flat next to Clark's face side by side.

"That's right."

Clark hears the other person say, "You're Superman." ”

？？？

Clark's superbrain is in chaos.

"You're kidding." He stumbled and said, "How could I ......?"

Jimmy Olsen leaned in: "That's true, Mr. Wayne, I think...... Forehead...... They are not the same at all. ”

Chen Tao was noncommittal.

"What do you think? Miss Lane? ”

Louis Lane looked a little confused, but she still said, "I don't think it's ...... at all."

Syllable!

But before she could finish speaking, there was a thick pile of bills in front of her.

Alfred flashed back into the corner.

Chen Tao turned his head and asked her, "Do you think they look like them now?" ”

“…… I think Clark Kent looks exactly like Superman. ”

"Ah, Mr. Wayne, they ...... anyway"

Syllable!

Jimmy Olsen was also stuffed with a wad of bills.

"That's right, Clark Kent is no different from Superman!"

Clark stared at his two colleagues dumbfounded.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Stacks of banknotes were handed out to everyone present.

And then, eventually, a wad of bills was thrown in front of Clark Kent.

"I think you're Superman."

"That's true."

"There's nothing wrong with it."

"They look exactly the same!"

There was a chorus of echo all around.

Clark Kent grabbed the bill in a daze, and then looked helpless on his face.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm Superman."

He said.

(End of chapter)