Chapter 1791: Summer in Fool Village (V)

Chapter 1765: Summer in Fool Village (V)

Gordon walked behind with Barbara. He was wearing a police chief's uniform and Barbara was wearing a bohemian-style long skirt. When Merkel opened the door, the cool wind blew up her hair and skirt.

"Look, I told you that air conditioning isn't that necessary." Gordon turned around and said to Barbara, "Nothing can beat the natural sea breeze."

Schiller changed into a summer-style outfit, a white shirt and a light gray olive vest. He turned and led Gordon inside. Gordon tugged at his tie knot and said, "I've never seen you wear light-colored clothes. You look unrecognizable."

"This summer is really too hot, and there's no air conditioning in my manor. My housekeeper doesn't understand that when I say I'm not afraid of heat, I mean I can physically isolate myself from the heat, not just bragging."

"That's good." Gordon sat down at the dining table and said, "Your usual outfit makes people feel hot."

"In order for me to have friends after the summer, I'm trying to avoid you from having similar associations." Schiller sighed and sat down at the main seat.

Gordon laughed happily and said, "I can see that you don't like wearing this dress, but the style is really good. You look like an old-world aristocrat who would go on vacation to the seaside."

"Such associations should also be avoided as much as possible."

Schiller raised a glass to Gordon. Gordon took the glass and looked inside. It was not the usual dark red wine, but a cocktail with ice cubes.

"The base wine is gin, with lemon juice and coconut water. It is a very common flavor." Schiller took a sip of the wine, pursed his lips, turned to Merkel and said, "Bring me some mint leaves."

Gordon, who was a little thirsty, took a big sip. The woody aroma of gin, the sweetness of coconut water and the slight acidity of lemon juice, plus the sufficient coolness provided by the sufficient ice cubes, Gordon couldn't help but let out a long sigh of satisfaction after taking a sip.

"If you feel that it is not enough to cool down, then have some of this." Schiller put a small plate of mint leaves in the middle of the table. Gordon was busy pouring wine into his mouth, but Barbara picked up a few small leaves with tweezers and put them into the cup. After taking a sip of wine, she also sighed with satisfaction.

"I didn't know you could make cocktails." Gordon put down the cup and looked at Schiller. Schiller shook his head and said, "I can't, my housekeeper made it."

"He is really versatile."

"His greatest advantage is that he can correct his mistakes. If you are not satisfied, he will be responsible for killing half of my garden."

Merkel smiled embarrassedly. Schiller and Gordon clinked their glasses. Another breeze passed through the restaurant. Although many precious seedlings died in the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window, most of the woody plants were still lush and green, with dark green and light green overlapping, bringing a visual chill when blown by the breeze.

Schiller turned around and called Barry and Harley who were playing at the bar. When they were all seated, Pamela, wearing a dark green silk halter dress, finally arrived. She reached out to put her red hair back and wiped her sweat with the handkerchief handed to her by Merkel.

Schiller looked at her clothes. It was a long halter silk dress with a dangling collar. The dress was cut very well, highlighting Pamela's figure very well. The luster of the silk looked very gentle. The only problem was that it was a little too green. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, it seemed to blend in with the plants in the garden.

Schiller stood up and pulled out a chair for her. After Pamela sat down, she nodded to Schiller and smiled coldly. After she sat down, she didn't waste any time and said, "I have talked to Lex. This large-scale murder of plants will stop soon. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a rain around three o'clock this afternoon. The clouds will partially recover, and the temperature should drop by three to four degrees tomorrow."

"Did he drive away all the clouds?" Barbara asked, holding a glass of wine, "Including rain clouds containing water?"

"It's not that he wants to do this, but the machines in the previous stage can't be precisely controlled. Either the sky is full of dark clouds, or there are no clouds at all."

"So how is it solved?" Schiller moved aside to make room for Merkel who was serving the dishes.

"Lex was unwilling to solve the problem at first, but then I gave him two pots of freshly cultivated lavender daisies. Within a week, he had fully upgraded the machine."

Schiller walked to his seat and said, "I guess these two pots of daisies should have quite good eloquence, right?"

"The latest variety, quite powerful."

Pamela took a sip of the cocktail from the glass and exclaimed, looking down at the glass. Barbara explained the recipe of the wine to her and brought a plate with mint leaves to her.

After a while, the dishes were served. The tablecloth was replaced with a turquoise checkered style, and a linen placemat was added under the plate. The edge of the white magnetic plate was decorated with naturalistic patterns. The food was all cold, Iberian ham, tomato bread, Manchego cheese, blueberry papaya with burrata cheese, Greek country salad, caviar and olive oil, etc.

"Half of the famous chefs in Gotham are sick. Fortunately, Alfred introduced me to a chef who just came from Europe. He is a Spaniard. He should have stayed to greet the guests, but he was too busy..."

"Of course, I can understand that the chefs who can still stand and walk must be fully booked." Gordon shook his head and said, "Even the owner of the barbecue stall we often eat has heatstroke."

"Didn't Batman develop any special medicine?" Barbara picked up a piece of ham with a knife and fork and put it on her plate, turned her head and looked at Gordon and asked.

"He has been very busy recently. Although I don't know what he is busy with, he always appears and disappears." Gordon curled his lips and said, "To be honest, I like the promotion gift he gave me very much. Just because the Gotham Police Department installed air conditioning, the number of trainee police officers who signed up has almost increased tenfold."

"I don't understand. He is so rich, can't he install air conditioning in all important facilities in Gotham?" Harley asked while eating while picking the cheese with a fork.

"He has enough money to install air conditioners in every place in Gotham, but the problem is where will so many people come from to install them?" Gordon shook his head and said helplessly: "There are almost no air conditioner installers in Gotham. This is a technical job, and Gotham lacks the necessary manpower."

"Is it difficult to install air conditioners?" Pamela paused and asked.

"It's not difficult. The difficult part is how to make Gotham people believe that they will not be killed by the heat when installing air conditioners in the sun at a temperature of more than 30 degrees. Now it is not the past."

Gordon showed a complicated expression, recalling and saying: "If it were usual, as long as you are willing to offer a high price, there will always be someone to do it, because Gotham people are always looking for ways to fill their stomachs, but now everyone's economic situation has improved, with some extra money and enough food, they can naturally choose to stay at home and rest when the weather is bad, right?"

"There are air conditioners in the buildings of the Gotham renovation project." Schiller said. "But turning on the air conditioner consumes electricity. It costs a lot of electricity to turn it on all day. When the electricity bill comes this month, people in Gotham will find a way to go out to work."

"I really don't know whether Bruce is far-sighted or a businessman." Gordon laughed and said, "We can't support these lazy people. They say they don't have the energy to work, but they do a lot of fighting in the air-conditioned room."

"In short, let us congratulate Mr. James Gordon for becoming the chief of the Gotham Police Department." Schiller stood up and raised his glass, and everyone else raised their glasses.

Schiller bent down and clinked his glass with Gordon and said, "Your efforts have not been in vain, Sheriff. Your smooth career will prove to everyone that good and evil cannot prevail over good in this world."

"I'm working hard for this."

After the meal, Harley stood in front of the door reluctantly to say goodbye to Gordon, mainly to her air-conditioned room, and then quickly pulled Barry into the big garden.

In any case, they are all children. A large garden that is several times larger than the house is a paradise for adventure for them. It doesn't matter whether it is lush or not. Everything here is fun.

"This piece of plant is too close to the wall. It won't grow well. It doesn't match the scenery behind it. Merkel, I think we can transform this piece of land into a small playground. What do you think?"

Schiller turned to look at Merkel. Merkel certainly had no objection. If he planted fewer plants, he would plant fewer plants to die. He had long discovered that, somewhat inconsistent with the professor's serious and unapproachable appearance, he was very patient with children and the children were not afraid of him.

"How about a tire swing?" Pamela stood in front of the bushes, folded her arms and looked inside, and said, "When I was a child, I envied those children who could play on swings. Or we can build a wisteria corridor here, leading all the way to the big tree, and then open a small door here. After walking in, there will be tire swings, rattan chairs, sand piles and so on."

"Write it down, Merkel, we can finish it before Halloween, and leave a lawn next to it for visiting children to have a picnic."

Merkel silently wrote down what Schiller said, and Pamela walked along the path, turning her head left and right to look at the plants in poor condition next to her. After looking all the way, she stopped in front of the flower pavilion and said, "I'm afraid all the plant species need to be changed. These plants from the cold zone of Northern Europe can indeed cope with the problems of low temperatures and insufficient light in Gotham in the past, but they are also easily affected by the current Gotham's too hot. They will die in the sun."

Pamela said again: "Watering is the most wrong solution, but in reality, watering them to death early is also an end to their suffering. They will die sooner or later anyway."

"The garden was previously arranged in a cold forest ecology. Although it is elegant for the manor, I prefer a more vibrant temperate style, with large flowers, lush leaves, and layers of vines... I already have some ideas, professor, I will email you the design drawings in about a week."

Schiller sighed and said: "Why email again? Can't you just show me the printed version?"

Pamela said with some confusion: "Professor, you don't look like the old-fashioned person who doesn't like electronic devices. I heard from Bruce that you also talked about the idea of ​​miniaturizing the bat tablet computer before, which sounds quite advanced..."

"It's not that I don't like emails, it's just that I don't have a computer. If I want to check your emails, I can only go to the multimedia classroom of Gotham University, and there is no shade on the whole road there."

"Then why don't you buy one?" Pamela said a little puzzled: "Although home computers are a bit expensive, you live in such a big manor, isn't it easy to buy a computer?"

Schiller touched his chin and thought for a while. The main reason why he didn't want to buy a computer was that in the era before he traveled through time, a laptop computer worth 10,000 yuan could basically play various high-configuration large-scale games smoothly, but in this era, a laptop computer bought for nearly 10,000 US dollars is only slightly better than a brick.

Don't ask why you don't buy a desktop computer. Desktop computers in this era are much heavier than real bricks.