Chapter 311 New Umbrella (Part 2)

It was another rainy day in Gotham. It started to rain heavily just after the sun rose. The ground in Gotham, which had not yet been fully repaired, was full of potholes and water. In addition to the heavy rain, there was also strong wind. Pedestrians on the road held umbrellas in front of them to fight against the bad weather they were used to.

A cloud of gray fog slowly condensed in the room. In the psychological counseling room of Gotham University, Schiller looked at the umbrella in his hand and shook his head.

This umbrella was really badly damaged. Originally, it was just missing a part, causing a rib to break. One side of the umbrella was a little dented, but it was barely usable.

But the more it was forced, the faster it broke. The second and third ribs were also broken one after another. Most of the fan surface was dented, and it was almost completely unable to open.

Although the ribs supporting the umbrella were broken, the metal rod in the middle of the umbrella was still intact. As long as it was folded up, it could also be used as a cane. But before that, Schiller flashed to the ground and hit the devil with his umbrella.

The devil's chin is not made of cotton. The handle of the umbrella was knocked open and it was almost impossible to hold it. Later, Constantine hit it again and the handle was completely broken. Now only the metal tube inside was left. In general, it has turned from an umbrella into a mallet...

When Alberto walked in, he saw the professor standing behind his desk, holding an umbrella that could no longer be called an umbrella, with a look of regret on his face.

His walk in attracted Schiller's attention. Schiller looked up at him and said, "Good morning, Alberto. Please take a seat."

"Professor, if you need a new umbrella, I can have it made to order..."

But Schiller shook his head. He put the broken umbrella next to his chair and said, "No, I'll be able to get a new one soon."

After that, he straightened his coat, sat up straight, looked at Alberto and said, "Has Hawke's funeral been held?"

"Yes, I communicated with his brother at the funeral, and he expressed his willingness to be loyal to me." Although Alberto was still as deep as usual, it was not difficult to hear his current joy from his tone.

"I told you before that when there are two power cores in a group, they can never be as close as brothers, even if they are real brothers."

"To be honest, they hide it very well." Alberto sighed and said, "In Yin Wens' memory, I have never seen any discord between the Hawke brothers. Everyone in the twelve families praises their close relationship and tacit understanding."

"Maybe it was like this in the past." Schiller stood up, walked to the coffee machine and started fiddling with it. He turned his back to Alberto and said, "Don't forget that Gotham has changed a lot recently."

"As you said, the older brother of the Hawke brothers is the one who controls the real power in the family, while the younger brother is responsible for handling the family's internal affairs and taking care of the details."

" If you have studied the part of Yin Wensi's memory about me teaching him psychology, you should understand that it is not only people's thoughts that guide actions to change the environment, but the environment and behavior will also shape people's thoughts. "…

"As the elder brother of the head of the family, he must be tough enough. This is the style of all gangsters. They must be aggressive and energetic, and must not be hesitant or indecisive, otherwise no one will work with him..."

"But as the younger brother of the housekeeper, he must consider everything carefully and comprehensively, weigh the pros and cons, consider the costs and benefits, and must not act rashly, otherwise it may lead to a break in the capital chain or problems with personal connections. "

"When these two brothers encounter the pain of Gotham's reform, There will definitely be different opinions when the time comes. "

Alberto took the coffee handed over by Schiller and said, "Indeed, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers told me that they had been at odds several years ago. His younger brother always used various details as reasons to hinder the development of the gang, at least in his opinion."

"After Gotham began to reform, their conflicts were so intense that they could not be reconciled. The elder brother wanted to forge ahead, grab a bigger piece of the pie in the reform, and fly to a higher level on the cusp of the wind..."

"But the younger brother is more cautious. He is not sure whether this reform will change the original situation. He is worried that the Hawke family will fall from grace. Therefore, he always uses various methods to obstruct his brother. "

A Alberto rested his elbow on the table and took a sip of coffee with his other hand. He said with some emotion: "Professor, I found that Yin Wens had great respect for you in his memory. I didn't know why before, but now I understand a little bit."

"Using the conflict between the Hawke brothers as a starting point, helping the older brother of the Hawke brothers to get rid of the younger brother who has been holding him back can not only win over the head of the Hawke family, but also speed up the reform and make the twelve families more united."

"More importantly, you can also use the serial murder case as a cover. If you blatantly move the old godfather's subordinates, no matter what, you are still hurting your father's face. But if the murderer of the mysterious serial murder case did all this, then Hawke can only be regarded as unlucky." Schiller concluded.

Alberto moved his fingers holding the coffee cup, and asked tentatively: "I heard that yesterday..."

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller looked up at him.

Alberto thought for a while and said: "Rich was killed by the Godfather, right?"

"You chose the right question, so I will answer you, yes."

"And I can also tell you that this is because Rich deliberately designed to let his little daughter meet you and then sleep with you. The Godfather was very dissatisfied with this, so he chose a very tragic way for him to die."

Alberto curled his lips and said: "Miss Rich is very beautiful, but she is only beautiful. Her father did not teach her well. She has purpose written on her face. Therefore, eight points of beauty can only arouse one point of interest. ..."

Schiller heard his tone and asked, "You didn't sleep with her?"

Alberto shook his head and said, "She has almost written her purpose on her face, how could I be fooled? Besides, I can't be sure of the Godfather's attitude. I don't know if he will approve of me and Richie getting too close..."...

"You made the right choice, because the Godfather only treats Richie as a dog."

"But he doesn't really care if you sleep with Miss Richie. Anyway, she can't be the future Godfather's wife. Your caution made you miss a romantic encounter. Do you regret it?" Schiller said with a smile.

Alberto took another sip of coffee, shook his head and said, "Only an unexpected encounter can be called a romantic encounter. A planned encounter is not a wonderful encounter."

"So, the Godfather actually..." Alberto slid his fingertips on the coffee cup, and he said hesitantly, "He is willing to help me solve the evil-minded Richie, doesn't that mean..."

"You don't have to hesitate so much, it's the answer you think."

Schiller put his hands on the table and said, "You have a grudge against the Godfather... Maybe you two can't be called a grudge, because the one who has a grudge against the Godfather is the Court of Owls, and you can only be regarded as a victim."

"Now, the Godfather has only two choices, either you or someone else. If you have a grudge against the Godfather, then there are no other people? Do you expect that the nephews of the twelve families will let go of the Falcone after they take over?"

Alberto shook his head and said, "Of course not, unless we are willing to exile ourselves, such as returning to Italy to retire."

"Of course, you take over It is possible that the old godfather will return to Italy to retire, but at least you are also named Falcone, and more importantly, you have the ability to continue to rule Gotham, while others are not only bad, but also stupid. "

"As long as the old godfather is unwilling to give up his life's hard work, as long as he still wants to continue to be Gotham's underground umbrella, he has only one choice..."

Alberto let out a long breath, staring at the foam on the surface of the coffee for a long time in silence, and finally he said: "He will not admit that I am his son, so I don't want to admit that he is my father, but in the endless vortex of power, only the remaining father-son relationship can allow us in this war to retain the last bit of dignity."

After Alberto left, Schiller continued to drink the coffee, and after he finished the last sip of coffee, the door of the consultation room was knocked again, and Schiller said: "Come in."

It was Cobblepot who walked in. He was wearing a big black raincoat and looked very anxious. There was rain on the ends of his hair and eyebrows.

He walked in and took off his raincoat. Schiller pointed to the coffee machine. He walked over and made himself a cup of coffee, then walked over to sit opposite Schiller.

Schiller took out the medical record and said to him: "Before talking about business, I still have to ask you as a routine question, how are you and your mother's mental states?"

"Not bad, she has improved a lot. I took her to the new apartment yesterday. After she woke up, she was very satisfied with the environment there..."

Cobert's tone finally had some ups and downs, and it seemed that he had come out of the haze.

Schiller wrote a few words on the medical record, and then said, "Well, has the gang been going well recently? Lawrence, Hawke and Richie are all dead, the Lawrence family is leaderless, the Hawke family has changed its attitude, and Alberto's road to power is already smooth. What about you?"...

"Bruce recommended me to Yin Wens. Of course, this is just a formality. Alberto and I have a tacit understanding. He has too few people available and is eager to establish his own direct lineage, and I just meet his requirements."

"Originally, Lawrence was the one who was most dissatisfied with me, and Richie was also dissatisfied that Alberto didn't use him. , but now, they are all dead, so I will be Alberto's trusted minister after he takes office. "

"It is not surprising that these uncle-generation family leaders would interfere with Alberto's princelings. They are just dissatisfied with you. If there is any one of them who is decisive in killing, you have been replaced by them and your body has been thrown into the sea..."

"You said before... the deal between us..." Cobert looked at Schiller and said, "You help me get rid of those who hinder me from taking office, and I agree to one of your requests... Do you want me to kill people?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I won't let a child help me kill people, and I don't have any enemies that would force me to kill him."

"I have always been honest with people, I have many friends, and I have no rivals in Gotham. My requirements are also very simple, and they are definitely within your ability."

"...What is it?"

At night, the rain finally subsided. At the entrance of the restaurant at Gotham University, Victor put away his umbrella, then used the tip of the umbrella to open the curtain and walked in. Schiller followed behind him and put away his umbrella.

Victor looked back at Schiller's umbrella and said, "You fixed it? This umbrella was so broken, and you could actually fix it?"

When the two sat down, Victor took a closer look and found that there was a Viking umbrella maker's logo on the top of the umbrella. He said, "Isn't this the umbrella in Cobblepot's house before? Isn't that what his father left behind? How did it end up here?"

"Because I made a deal with him, I helped him with something, and he gave me this umbrella."

"None of you are willing to understand me. In Gotham, I don't even have an umbrella, and I have to find a way myself. But now, thank God, a new umbrella..."

Schiller squinted his eyes and looked at the umbrella in his hand repeatedly, as if he was appreciating the fruits of his hard work. He said with great satisfaction:

"Look, a beautiful new umbrella."