Chapter 1441 Research on Manipulation (VII)

In the Rodriguez Manor, Jason walked down the stairs with the books he had just sorted in his arms. The books were too high and unstable, so he staggered down step by step against the railing of the stairs.

A pair of hands were placed in the middle of the pile of books, and the upper part was taken down. Jason turned his head and saw Schiller walking down. He smiled a little embarrassedly and said.

"Professor, did I take too much? But Tim asked me to take a few detective novels. He loves to read that. Several books Constantine gave you are not available on the market. He has been talking to me for several days."

"It's okay." Schiller walked downstairs quickly and put the books on the coffee table. He patted Jason on the back and said, "Go and ask Merkel to find a rope to tie the books, otherwise you will have to move the books like this when Alfred comes to pick you up."

Jason nodded and ran to the back garden. Merkel was trimming the bushes with gardening shears. Hearing Jason's words, he put down the gardening shears and walked to the tool room next to him.

At this moment, the phone in the living room rang. Schiller walked over to pick it up and said, "Hello, hello... Oh, Gordon, what's wrong? Is there a power outage in the police station?... OK, I see, you can send her over."

Jason took back the rope and started to tie the books. Schiller turned his head and looked at him and said, "Gordon will send Harley over later. The police station has a power outage. He doesn't want Harley to eat fast food. I will book a restaurant and tell Alfred to pick you up later. We will go out to eat together."

"Or you and Harley don't go back tonight. I will send you two to school together tomorrow morning."

Jason thought about it, nodded to indicate that it was all right, and then concentrated on tying up the books in different categories. After Schiller finished calling Alfred, he paused for a while and picked up the receiver to dial.

"Hey, Miss Pamela, do you remember that I invited you to breakfast last time? I have something to do tomorrow morning. There are two children staying with me, and I have to send them to school tomorrow morning."

"No, I didn't cancel it. I just want to say that if you are free now, let's meet at the Iceberg Restaurant in the South District in half an hour. We can have dinner together, but I hope you don't mind because there are two other little guests."

"Okay, then it's settled. See you then."

Gordon soon sent Harley over. When she first arrived, Harley said unhappily: "Why can't I eat pizza? Because there are so many A tiny bit of almost invisible pepper?"

Gordon said helplessly: "Because it's not healthy for a child."

"I'm an adult!"

"The bone age on your physical examination report tells me that you are still far from adulthood, Miss Harley." Schiller walked down the stairs while buttoning his vest and said: "If you don't want to eat at the Iceberg Restaurant, I can also ask Merkel to bake you a pizza, but you'd better think about it carefully, because my butler is British."

"Iceberg Restaurant?!" Harley immediately raised her voice, looked at Schiller with sparkling eyes and said: "It's the restaurant that opened in the South District and became very popular. Oh my God! So many people can't line up, and you can get a seat? ! "

Schiller put on his suit jacket, then adjusted his tie and said, "I think you may have some misunderstanding about my social status, but first you have to change your clothes. You can't enter that restaurant in slippers, Merkel."

The housekeeper hurried in, patted Harley on the back and said, "Miss Harley, please go to the cloakroom. The skirt you brought last time has been ironed."

Jason looked helpless, and followed them to the cloakroom, saying, "Oh my God, I hate wearing formal clothes. It makes me look like a circus animal trainer."

After a while, Jason and Harley changed their clothes. Jason wore a white shirt with a light brown windowpane suit and overalls that matched the suit, which were common among upper-class children in Gotham, but he didn't wear a tie. Merkel ran after him with a tie and said to Schiller apologetically, "Sir, I tried my best, but I really couldn't catch him."

Harley rushed out of the cloakroom in a hurry. She was wearing a baroque collared women's shirt, a black double-breasted waisted long skirt made of wool, dark brown knee-high socks and a pair of shiny Mary Jane shoes on her lower body, and a brown beret decorated with pearl chains on her head.

Jason twisted left and right, and seemed to be very uncomfortable with the restraint brought by the shirt, but Harley was very comfortable with the scarf around her neck and the gloves on her hands. It was obvious that she often wore such clothes to various occasions, but considering their background, this was normal.

Fortunately, when Schiller bent down to tie Jason's tie, he stopped making a fuss and stood quietly, watching Schiller tie the strip of cloth into a knot with dazzling skills, and then stuffed the rest into his coat, which allowed them to successfully arrive at the restaurant within the agreed time.

As soon as Schiller walked in with the two children, Cobblepot came out to greet them, and the waiter came out. Before Jason could figure out what he was going to do, Harley had already followed the waiter to his seat.

"Can't we stay with the professor?" Jason asked.

Harley seemed to be particularly patient, but she still said in a joking tone: "Of course not, in this kind of upper-class social rules, we will be regarded as children, and children cannot listen to important things. We are only responsible for being polite and being puppets for them to show their educational achievements."

"But I don't think the professor will treat us like that."

"Of course, but we follow social rules just to avoid embarrassing him." Harley shrugged slightly, and then like a real upper-class lady, she nodded and smiled at everyone who paid attention to her cute appearance.

Jason got nervous and said, "That is to say, if I don't do well, will I embarrass the professor?"

Harry nodded and said, "Whether you are teacher and student or father and son, as long as he takes you to social occasions, you represent his educational achievements. I advise you to be honest. He is in a bad mood recently. If you make him angry, he will hang you on the tree."

"He won't hang me on the tree. Only Batman will be hung on the tree." Jason lowered his voice and said, "Just now I heard him tell Merkel not to cut off the long branch facing south of the big tree in the yard. No wonder Batman is always hung on it."

At the door of the restaurant, Schiller walked in while chatting with Cobblepot.

"How is your mother's condition? The new Arkham Hospital is closer to your new house."

Cobolt was wearing a very conservative dark blue suit. He had grown taller than the last time Schiller saw him. Perhaps his improved economic situation allowed him to keep up with his nutritional intake, and he was no longer troubled by hereditary mental illness. His appetite improved. In addition to growing taller, he also became stronger. Although he was still not as strong as those gangster bosses, he was no longer the skinny and timid one before.

"Thanks to you, she is very good. We went to the new hospital once after it was built. Mrs. Miller gave us a business card and said that we could call and make an appointment for the doctor to come to our home next time we see a doctor. This is very convenient."

"I hope you can do that. The hospital environment will inevitably make people feel nervous, but not at home. Do you still have symptoms of insomnia recently?" Schiller glanced at Cobolt's dark circles and said.

"Oh, no, it's not insomnia, professor. It's just that I have a lot of things to do for the restaurant opening, so I haven't slept much these days. In fact, I sleep very well and can sleep through the night now."

Cobolt sent Schiller to the seat next to the window. After he sat down, Schiller nodded and said, "I invited Miss Pamela to dinner. If she comes, please bring her here."

"Okay, do you need me to introduce you to the special dishes here?"

"No, go ahead."

Schiller saw that Cobolt was very busy, because many guests at the table cast their eyes here, as if suggesting that Cobolt go to their place to talk for a while, and some of their eyes were even so anxious that they were about to get angry.

"He is a popular person." Harley straightened her body and leaned on the back of the chair with only the upper part of her back. Her posture and demeanor were impeccable, but her expression was a little funny.

"Everyone says that the owner of the Iceberg Restaurant has a close relationship with the Godfather, or he is the Godfather's man. There are too many upstarts who want to get in touch with the new Godfather, so they are willing to spend a lot of money to eat here."

"But in recent days, the owner of the Iceberg Restaurant has not shown up. People who come here only eat, but they don't achieve their social goals. I didn't expect that he would show up for the first time today to greet you, Professor."

Harry blinked and stared at Schiller with a probing look. Schiller silently reached out and straightened the vase in the middle of the table, met Harley's eyes and said, "If they knew that I was the Godfather's tutor, you would have to deal with endless troubles tonight."

"Hiss..."

Harry gasped, she stared at Schiller with wide eyes and said, "Are you Falcone's tutor?! No wonder you can get such a good seat even if you make an appointment an hour in advance, and you can also let the Iceberg Restaurant The boss is waiting for you at the door in advance!"

"It has nothing to do with this, miss." Schiller shook his head and said, "In fact, if Detective Gordon, who just sent you here, comes here, Cobblepot will also greet him at the door."

"No way?" Harley was a little unconvinced. She frowned and said, "How could a person who is in a high position and power among the twelve families greet the police with great fanfare? If he dares to do this, isn't he afraid that other family leaders will exclude him?"

"At the beginning, his family's hereditary mental illness broke out and he was picked up by Gordon. The two of us saved him, and together with Professor Victor, the three of us saved him and his mother. That was when the old godfather was still there."

Just as Harley and Jason were concentrating on listening to the thrilling story that Schiller encountered when he first arrived in Gotham, a lady walked over quickly, sat on the outermost stool, and handed the bag with pearls strung into a chain to the waiter.

Harley's eyes widened immediately, looking at the red-haired lady opposite, she said in surprise: "Pamela?"

The reason for her surprise was that Pamela was not wearing a sweatshirt and jeans or a short-sleeved shirt with a jacket like before, but a light purple slim-fit tube dress. The delicate fabric with fish scales shimmered in layers under the light, and an emerald gem was embellished on the delicate clavicle chain, which matched her green eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." Pamela took a sip of water and said, "I told you a long time ago that our parents are the same kind of people who believe that as long as girls master social skills and dress themselves up beautifully, they will definitely marry into a wealthy family."

Harry raised her mouth, blew the broken hair on her forehead, shrugged, and Jason also drank a sip of water and whispered, "At least they let you master a useful skill, right?"