Chapter 1442 Research on Manipulation (VIII)

Two waiters came over. Schiller glanced at the one facing him. The waiter wearing white gloves showed Schiller the menu in his hand. Schiller glanced at it and signaled the waiter to go to the opposite side with his eyes.

So the two waiters exchanged positions. Jason couldn't understand why they moved like this. Harley lowered her voice and said to him: "It was the British who landed in Gotham, so we followed the rules at that time. If two people have dinner together, one person orders the dishes and the other orders the wine."

"What if the other person doesn't like the food?"

"Of course I will ask the other person if they like it when ordering, but generally no one will say they don't like it. The purpose of coming to such a restaurant is not to eat at all."

"It's just a living hell."

"There are even more outrageous things. You can take a look at the menu."

Harley and Jason sat face to face inside, while Schiller and Pamela sat outside. Harley made a face at Jason. Her words made Jason feel a little curious, so he quietly turned his body towards Pamela and glanced at the menu in her hand.

Instantly, Jason's eyes widened, and the sound of sucking in a breath of cold air was on the tip of his tongue, but thinking of the current situation, he held it back.

The air that was swallowed back got stuck in Jason's throat, causing him to cough hard a few times, his face choking and reddening. Schiller looked up from the wine list, looked at Jason and said, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just, I just choked."

"Then drink the water slowly."

"Okay, professor."

The other two were concentrating on the menu. Jason leaned forward and said in a voice that couldn't be any lower: "Are you serious about this price?"

"When you were in Wayne Manor, didn't Bruce take you out for dinner? I'm afraid his spending is even more exaggerated than this."

"We rarely go out to eat. Bruce doesn't trust the food outside. Besides, Alfred's cooking is also delicious, although he is also British."

Noticing Schiller's gaze, the two children immediately stopped communicating, straightened their backs, leaned back in their chairs like a statue, and began to study the patterns on the ceiling.

"Copperbot got two bottles of Dom Perignon champagne, the 1959 celebration edition. He generously gave me one bottle, which is now stored in the wine cellar of the new restaurant."

Schiller put down the wine list and explained to Pamela, then looked up at the waiter and said, "Please open it for me, thank you."

After ordering the dishes, Pamela sighed softly, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, I have to remind you that there is almost no progress in the topic of cultivating crops in Gotham. Even if you bribe me with precious wine, I can't conjure plant seeds that can be grown on a large scale here. So do you still want to open the wine now? ? "

"Of course, judging from your ability to grow a whole field of broccoli in an instant that day, I think it's only a matter of time before you complete this project."

Pamela put a hand over her eyes and said, "Professor, you have to believe me, Bruce didn't tell me that his emergency restriction was to make you allergic to broccoli."

"Why didn't he tell you?"

Schiller leaned back and let the waiter with champagne open the wine. Pamela blinked, as if reading the hint in Schiller's tone. She stared at the clear wine entering the glass, cleared her throat and asked tentatively.

"He... can't be kind, right?"

"Of course."

Pamela's eyes turned, picked up the wine glass and gently clinked it with Schiller and said, "He wants someone to share your anger?"

"Of course." Schiller smiled and nodded.

Pamela showed a look of understanding, took a sip of wine, then gently put the glass on the table, wiped her mouth with a napkin and said: "Professor, although it is a bit abrupt to say this, Bruce used my ability to cause trouble for you, but did not tell me the consequences of doing so. We are both victims."

"Victims should unite, right?" Schiller also put down the glass. When the waiter put the plate of appetizers on the table, Schiller picked up the knife and fork and suddenly changed the subject: "Is there no progress in the project of cultivating crops in Gotham?"

Pamela sighed helplessly and said: "Let me put it this way, when I signed the contract with the Green of All Things, he told me that He told me that I wanted to be the agent of plants and defend the right of green life to exist in the entire universe. I told him that I planned to defend Gotham first, and he stopped talking. "

"Later, I understood what his silence meant. Gotham is only black, not green. This is a place where the green of all things cannot be governed. Plants cultivated by humans here will go crazy, sooner or later."

Pamela watched the waiter remove the plates of appetizers and bring the main course. While cutting the food, she said, "The soil-grown plants in the first phase either died during the germination period or went crazy during the growth period. I thought there might be something wrong with the soil, so I switched to hydroponics. The hydroponics plants in the second phase went even crazier."

"I assumed that there was something wrong with the water, so I started to use purified water purchased from other cities for irrigation. The plants in Phase III performed well and did not go crazy and bite people until they reached maturity, so I watered and fertilized them boldly and cultivated them to be particularly strong."

"Three days after the picking period, two strong cabbages beat up five people next door, broke the ribs of two of them, and perforated the eardrum of one of them."

"Indeed...very strong." Schiller could only comment like this, and then he asked a little curiously: "Where exactly is the problem?"

Pamela shook her head with a blank look on her face. She said: "Not only water and sunlight, but also the air of a batch of samples in Phase III has been changed, but they just went crazy at the same time."

"I sent all the data to every botanist I know, and they had no clue. I even asked the Green of All Things, but he never replied to the message since that day."

Looking at Pamela's blank and sad expression, Harley still couldn't help laughing, and then giggled breathlessly until she choked herself.

Schiller held out his hand to help her breathe, and asked Pamela, "How many cabbages did you plant?"

Pamela showed a hesitant expression, and Schiller leaned forward slightly, showing that he wanted to hear the answer, so Pamela said softly, "Two tons."

Jason almost spit out the food in his mouth, and Schiller was also stunned. He stared at Pamela and asked, "Why did you plant so many?"

"It's not long since I got the power of the green of all things. I can't control some of the power very well. When I stopped those cabbages from hitting people, I used the wrong method. Not only did I not reduce their number, but I also made them split. Every leaf of the original sample split into a thriving cabbage, so..."

Schiller sighed. It was not surprising that this happened in Gotham, but he still asked after a pause, "Have you considered seeking help?"

"Of course, I have consulted many experts in this field, but the situation in Gotham is too special. Except here, I haven't heard of any place where plants will go crazy, and they can't help."

"I mean Yes, have you considered the help of the wisdom of Batman? Sister, Gotham's agricultural development is an important part of self -sufficiency here. We cannot expect that the federal Federation will provide us with the need for survival resources when the disaster occurs. We must produce food by ourselves. There are too many topics waiting for him to participate. "" People are eating as the sky. What are the important performances of the problem? "Bruce Wayne's unlearned and dissolute behavior made his father very angry. His bank card was frozen. How long do you think this young master can endure the days of being without money?"

Pamela immediately understood, raised her glass and touched it in the air, and the two of them smiled at the same time.

Soon the dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere. On the way back, Harley tightened the scarf around her neck, looked at Schiller on the co-pilot and asked: "You want Pamela to deal with Bruce? But Batman will not be fooled easily."

"Batman certainly won't, but Bruce will."

Harley and Jason looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes. They always felt that Schiller meant something.

The car drove through the streets of Gotham in the night. Gotham at night was still cold and damp, and Elliot, disguised as Bruce, had to live in the old house of the Kane family on Brice Street that Thomas had told him before.

This is a very old house, and its history can be traced back to when Gotham City was just established. Although the building is old, it looks like no one has lived in it. It is very likely that the investment property was not sold at the right time and has been left until now.

Elliot was angry about his living conditions. He had been wanted by the FBI for a long time. The Elliot family's industry had long been swallowed up by competitors, and most of his private property was divided up by some distant relatives.

There were some secret properties that only he knew about, and he didn't dare to touch them, because Elliot couldn't tell which one of them was the bait of the FBI, which often used this trick to catch the wealthy who fled.

Elliot thought that the years of being wanted were the bottom of his life. As long as he inherited Bruce's property and status through Bruce's appearance, he would naturally be free to fly.

But obviously Bruce Wayne's sky is not as vast as Elliot thought. What's more tragic is that Elliot could have stayed in his luxurious manor, drank expensive red wine, and spent a peaceful night.

But now, he has to endure the musty smell and moisture in the old house, and lie on the creaking wooden bed with tense muscles and unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Elliot thought, enough is enough, he must find a way to improve his current life.