Chapter 824: Gangster Dilemma (Part 2)

Bruce frowned more and more as he listened. He said, "But if you don't go to school, you won't even know basic grammar, right?"

"What does that matter?" The fat boss didn't care. He shook his head and said, "You just need to learn how to act pretentiously at the gathering of the gangster family. It just so happens that the cigars you brought today are very much to my taste. I will teach you a trick..."

"I'm all ears." Bruce said.

"First of all, there is nothing wrong with your dress. This suit should be made of good material. It seems that you have some family background. But this alone is not enough. You must learn to speak. It happens that Doyle, you probably haven't learned this either. You are relying on him..."

Doyle smiled at Bruce. Bruce nodded gently and said nothing. The fat boss took another puff of cigar and said, "Let me ask you, if you meet your opponent in a mansion and you have had some minor friction recently, at this time, he comes up to you and says that the food here is really bad today. I see you have eaten a lot. What does he mean?"

Doyle frowned first and said, "I think he deserves a beating! He thinks the food is bad and says that I have eaten so much. Isn't that scolding me for having no taste? I will teach him a lesson when I go back!"

Bruce frowned and said, "These two sentences should be in a progressive relationship and express the same meaning. If it is just a provocation, there is a simpler way to say it..."

The fat boss smiled and said, "Also... It's this...what's his name? Oh, Match Malone, he's smarter. What he meant by this sentence is that we two shouldn't stay here now. You've almost finished eating. Let's find a place to talk. "

"And because you had friction recently, and he took the initiative to find you, he should want to take a step back and show weakness to you, but his attitude of showing weakness is not obvious, because he doesn't want to talk to you about this in public. It's more like telling you that we both have problems with the incident a few days ago, but it's not worth breaking up for such a small matter. Let's just forget about it, but if it happens again next time, I won't let you."

Doyle and Bruce looked at each other, Doyle shook his head and said, "Fortunately, my territory is relatively remote, so there are not so many requirements. If it weren't for my brother-in-law's help recently, I wouldn't be able to come here."

Bruce felt a little headache, as if he was back in the psychology class. He still remembered that Schiller had taught two behavioral classes, and Bruce slept particularly well in those two classes.

Over-analyzing someone's words and deeds is not a psychopathic act here, but a very reasonable and common behavior.

All this is like being shrouded in a secret mist. On the surface, everyone is a civilized person in a suit, shuttling between lights and candlelight, nodding and smiling, spinning and dancing, restrained and polite, not like a gangster.

But behind all the prosperity, there are scrutinizing eyes, calculating eyes, contemptuous and mocking whispers, and silent conversations.

Bruce feels that he is entering a new world, where all behaviors are different from the past, but he is more concerned about what are the advantages and disadvantages of this rule, and where the key lies.

He instinctively felt that the education problem Doyle mentioned before about his son might be the key, so he asked again: "Of course I know that these rules should be learned. If there is a chance, I would also like to learn them, but are the knowledge taught in school unnecessary?"

The fat boss shook his head and said: "Yes, reading more books may be beneficial, such as speaking more elegantly, just like you, your academic qualifications should not be low, right?"

Bruce argued for a while and said: "Yes, I graduated from college."

Then he added in his mind: "But I haven't graduated yet."

"Yes, this is an improvement for you." The fat boss said: "Because you are lucky, you can get a lot of martial arts through martial arts. "You have killed a boss who is not very popular, and successfully got his subordinates to follow you."

"But for many other people, instead of learning those grammar knowledge, it is better to learn more about observing words and expressions. Anyway, no one here will test you on grammar, and if you don't make up for these knowledge, your status will not be maintained for long."

"Of course, if you learn, I would rather my children learn musical instruments and painting. They don't have to know too much. Just keep your temperament and don't be too vulgar. If you can have some artistic accomplishment, when talking to others, others will look up to you. "

After coming out of the ward, Bruce has been thinking.

For a long time before, he had been chased by Schiller for papers, which gave him an illusion that everyone in the world must study, and life is meaningless without learning, and the end of not writing papers is a word of death.

But now, he clearly realized that Schiller's request for him was special, and it could be said that it was rare. In Gotham, most gangsters didn't study much, and they studied to improve their temperament rather than learn knowledge.

But in their gangster life, they really didn't need any knowledge. What the tutor taught them was enough. In addition, they had to devote most of their energy to leading the family to win the competition, so they had no time to go to school.

Although Bruce couldn't stand getting up early and working late every day to write papers, he felt that if he went to the other extreme of not learning at all, it would not work.

Bruce's genius brain allowed him to master the most essential knowledge in the world at the young age of 20. Whether in depth or breadth, it was far beyond his peers, and even far beyond most humans.

But in knowledge, the more you know, the more you feel that you don't know enough. The more knowledgeable you are, the more you know that there are too many things in the world that you don't understand and haven't fully understood.

The same is true for Bruce. The more he learns, the more he knows that there are too many things he hasn't learned. He even feels that within his limited life, whether he can really appreciate the charm of endless knowledge. It is unimaginable for Bruce not to learn at all. Without knowledge, he has no sense of security.

He also anticipated the consequences of the gang's development. In the end, the rules will become more and more solidified, and the people in the rules will have less and less knowledge. This well will shrink smaller and smaller, and in the end it will become a well-viewing world.

Bruce felt more and more urgent when he thought that Gotham's current state was still not at the bottom and there was still room for decline.

Even in this situation, even if he tried his best, he might not be able to turn the situation around. If it continued to fall like this and hit the bottom, everyone would die together.

After so many days of investigation and experience, Bruce understood that he was not saving Gotham, but saving himself.

Bruce sat on the bed in his ward, constantly writing and drawing with a pen. He spent a lot of money to buy a single room for him to relax and think.

As he was thinking, Bruce gradually fell asleep leaning on the bed. The next day, it was not the nurse who woke him up, but a noisy voice. He heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door:

"Come! Group 1! Ward on the right! Go in one by one, two people in a room, stand outside the ward door and look at the door number, remember the patient you are responsible for..."

"Group 2! Follow me this way! Why are you standing there like an idiot? Didn't I tell you in school? This is how field internships work..."

"What? You said you saw your dad? He is a patient now, understand? Don't say anything about relatives. It is not your parents who decide whether you can graduate, but me..."

"Group 3! Group 3! Come here..."

Bruce heard the footsteps approaching, and quickly turned over, pretending to be still asleep, but at this time, he heard the door being pushed open, and Schiller's voice appeared outside the door.

"All three groups are candidates for outstanding graduates, so Dr. Brand is in charge of the other two groups, but I will lead the third group myself. Ten of you... Oh, no, nine, that damn Wayne didn't come."

"Evans, Evans, come here and pass this out first. Everyone, please look at the rules. Come, this patient, please cooperate..."

Schiller waved to Bruce, and Bruce stopped where he was. Schiller was stunned for a moment, and he said, "Hello, this patient, I am Dr. Rodriguez, can you please cooperate?"

Bruce still didn't move. Seeing Schiller was about to come over, Bruce had to turn over.

All the students took a step back when they saw the mask on his face, because everyone knew that in Gotham, there were no weak people wearing masks.

Schiller was stunned when he saw Bruce. He looked Bruce up and down to make sure he was not mistaken. Then he stood there and took a deep breath and said, gritting his teeth:

"This patient, our third round of internship has begun. Can you please cooperate?"

Bruce coughed hard, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice: "No problem, let's get started."

Looking at the perverted murderer in front of him who was wearing a mask, burned all over, and had a hoarse voice, all the students looked at each other.

Everyone took a step back again.

Schiller glanced at him and said, "I see that this patient is very ill. Come on, Evans, organize the queue and come over one by one to ask questions."

Bruce saw his classmates who were very familiar with him on weekdays, each holding a medical record, queuing in front of him.

Bruce opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt Schiller's death gaze. He could only lean on the bed like a normal gangster boss, with no desire to live.

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