Chapter 487: A Little Expert in Getting Rich (Part 1)

In the manor, the afternoon sun shines through the window onto the carpet. The fine hairs on the carpet are clearly visible. With his leather shoes stepping on the edge of the carpet, Merkel, who is wearing a shirt, leans forward, crosses the table, and takes the globe from the shelf.

The globe has not been used for a long time, and there is a layer of dust on the surface. Merkel takes out a rag and gently wipes the surface of the globe. At this time, he hears footsteps behind him. When he turns around, he finds that Schiller has walked in.

"Good afternoon, sir... Oh, what is that?" Merkel greeted normally at first, and then he looked at the thing in Schiller's hand with a little confusion.

"Yesterday, Victor and I went to the antique shop in the West District and found an interesting thing." Schiller shook the thing in his hand, making a crackling sound.

It was a wooden frame with many small wooden beads. Schiller picked it up and shook it, and Merkel saw the whole picture of the thing. He said, "This is... an abacus? Why are you interested in this?"

"Abacus, an ancient calculation tool, I love it more than a calculator. They both make sounds, but the sound of abacus beads colliding is much more pleasant than the electronic synthesis sound of a calculator."

Schiller said as he sat behind the table with the abacus. He squinted his eyes and looked at the wall clock. Merkel took a step to the side and slightly stepped aside to ensure that he would not block Schiller's sight.

But Schiller just glanced at the watch casually, and then began to lower his head to fiddle with the wooden abacus.

It can be seen that this abacus should be an antique, but fortunately, the wood with patina will make it feel smoother. Schiller supported his head with one hand and kept moving the abacus beads with the other hand.

Merkel watched for a while and found that Schiller was not just randomly moving the abacus beads. He seemed to be really calculating something with the abacus. Not only did he keep moving his hands, but he was also mumbling something.

Merkel found that his employer was really getting weirder and weirder. The changes in his work and rest and living habits were fine. Before, he loved this globe like a treasure, but one day, the globe was thrown aside. Instead, the cane, which had never been well received before, was frequently used, and the paint on the top was worn off.

Today, he got an abacus from somewhere, and it seemed that he really learned abacus and planned to use this rather ancient calculation method to calculate something.

"Sir, if what you want to calculate is more important, I can help you get a calculator. I don't question your abacus ability, but the numbers and accounts are all wrong. Once something goes wrong, it may take you a long time to recover this part..."

"It doesn't matter, it's not important." Schiller clattered the abacus beads and said, "I just practice abacus first to cope with the upcoming peak of accounting..."

"Peak of accounting?" Merkel was a little puzzled again, but at this time, Schiller looked up at the watch again. Just when he made this move, Merkel heard the doorbell downstairs ring.

Merkel tilted his ear in surprise, then walked quickly to the door, looked downstairs, and said, "I remember, there should be no appointment today?"

"Indeed, because the people who come here don't understand the appointment at all."

Merkel went back and put down the globe in his hand. After going downstairs, he found a figure leaning lazily against the door. He didn't even need to get close to know that there would be no one else except Constantine.

"Good morning, Merkel, is Schiller here?" Constantine didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and walked in. Instead, the housekeeper Merkel could only follow behind him.

"Mr. Constantine, you must call to make an appointment first, so that I can know whether Mr. Schiller has time today. If you don't make an appointment, and Mr. Schiller happens to be busy, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

"Forget it!" Constantine waved his hand and said, "What can he do? Eat, sleep, clean his broken umbrella, work only 4 hours a day, and lock himself in the study for the remaining 20 hours to study conspiracies..."

"You'd better not say that." Merkel chased after Constantine, but Constantine really took a step and walked quickly. He crossed the courtyard, stepped onto the stairs, and "swoosh swoosh" a few steps, and came to Schiller's study.

Schiller was still sitting behind the desk fiddling with the abacus. When Constantine walked in, he didn't even raise his eyelids, but just pointed at the chair opposite.

Constantine lifted the hem of his windbreaker and sat down opposite the chair. Schiller gave Merkel a look. Merkel first drew the curtains, then walked to the door and closed it, then stood in front of the table.

Constantine looked up at him and said, "Next, we have some private talks..."

Merkel made a "please" gesture and stood still. Constantine stared at him, tutted his lips, and then said, "My conversation with your boss may involve some confidential information. Don't you think you should..."

"Sir, you are British and should know that the butler does not exist in this manor at any time."

Constantine sighed helplessly, then looked at Schiller, but Schiller didn't care at all, still looking down at the abacus. When Constantine looked at Merkel, he only saw Merkel's standard British fake smile.

"Okay, next, let's talk about my compensation." Constantine tapped the table with his fingers.

Schiller finally stopped fiddling with the abacus. He lowered his head, opened the drawer of the desk, and then took out a document from it, handed it to Constantine and said, "This is the account details. Take a look. Do you have any questions?"

Constantine took the document and was stunned when he saw the first page. He pointed to a line of words on it and said, "Reimbursement unit... Green Lantern Corps? What does this mean?"

"Literally." Schiller answered without raising his head.

"You mean, it's actually the Green Lantern Corps that pays my salary?"

"No, I'm the one who pays your salary, but I still have to ask the Green Lantern Corps to reimburse me. Don't forget, I'm one of the Green Lanterns, and any strategic actions I take should be paid for by the Green Lantern Corps headquarters."

Constantine opened his mouth wide and said, "You mean, you asked me to delay the first batch of Green Lanterns, drive them to the central turntable when the second batch of Green Lanterns arrived, and sneak attack the lieutenant Carol. These things are your strategic plan, and then you plan to let the Green Lantern Corps headquarters reimburse you for this plan. "Yes, before I implemented this plan, I was already a member of the Green Lantern Corps, a legitimate Green Lantern, and the rules in the ring state that the Green Lantern Corps will pay for all the expenses of the Green Lantern's security activities in the sector it is responsible for. Is there any problem?" "You..." Constantine rarely didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time, and even the muscles on his face were working hard to assist in thinking. At the end of the thinking, he spit out a question: "Do you think you are a little bit immoral?" "Keep reading." Schiller was still calculating on his own. Constantine retracted his thousands of thoughts, then lowered his head again and looked at the bill. While reading, he muttered to himself: "Attendance fee... travel fee... time fee... are all calculated according to the energy of the Green Lantern Ring? It seems that there is no problem. Attendance fee is the energy of 20 Green Lantern Rings? Acceptable..." "Wait!" Constantine suddenly exclaimed. "380,000 pieces of magic equipment were lost??? One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... 380,000?!!"

Constantine stretched out his hand and began to count his fingers, then he looked up at Schiller and said, "You just wrote it casually, right?"

Schiller also looked up at him, looking straight into his eyes, Constantine suddenly hesitated again and asked, "...right?"

Schiller looked at him without saying anything, Constantine closed his eyes, then rubbed his eyebrows, put down the bill, then looked at Schiller and said, "I thought you would have a basic understanding of magic."

"The entire earth... Oh, no, according to them, in this sector where the entire earth is located, there may be no more than 38 things that can be called magic tools."

"I have said long ago that magic has a price, and a huge price. You can never hire a devil to help you build a magic weapon for free. Even the most ordinary enchanted weapon may require selling your soul..."

"Even those magicians who have their own magic towers in the rift space can have a real magic weapon. The magic appliances are already very amazing, and a stray mage like me has nothing to do. "Schiller still stared at him and didn't speak. Half a day later, Constantine finally lost. He said," Okay, there is one or two, but I was hidden by me. "Schiller continued to stare at him. French paint pots and pans ... "Schiller raised his eyebrows, Constantine also looked at him. Finally, Constantine raised his hands and said," Okay! I have about 600 pieces in my hiding place ... "" But, you have to understand that I am good at making friends. Some, like you, just like you, so I can get some compensation ... "" But, most of the magicians in this world have nothing to do with the weapons that are taking advantage of them. In any case, 380,000 pieces are too exaggerated! "" Who are you? "Schiller suddenly asked this question. "Who am I? I'm Constantine, who else could I be?"

"No, I mean your reputation."

"Well, I do have a reputation called Hell Detective, but I've told you before that I'm not a detective. The focus of Hell Detective is hell."

"What's your reputation like?"

Constantine showed a "you're asking questions knowingly" expression, and Schiller said, "Yes, it's terrible."

"A new Green Lantern named Schiller Rodriguez faced the hellish difficulty of Gotham City at the beginning, but he was just and made a series of plans to save this place."

"At the beginning of this plan, he drained about half of the energy of the total lantern furnace, but he found that this energy was still not enough to turn the tide, so he could only write a blank check and hired many capable celebrities, including you, Constantine."

"And because of your bad reputation, it is normal for you to ask for a lot, right?"

"But how could they agree to such obvious extortion?"

"But if they don't agree, don't you have a reason to rob? Anyway, you are a bad person."

"I..." Constantine was choked, and he said: "I admit that I am a bad person, but not that bad. Many times, I still have a strong sense of contract. You are ruining my reputation in the industry, you..."

"I will give you an extra 10% after the matter is completed."

"20%!"

"Deal."

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