Chapter 741 It Rains Again in Gotham Tonight (Part 2)

"Have you chosen the address for your restaurant? Is it still in the East District?"

Schiller and Cobblepot were led by the waiter into the Falcone Manor. Schiller asked Cobblepot about the new restaurant as they walked.

"Yes, the address has been chosen. It is not far from the East District Pier, right at the mansion of the old Edward family." Cobblepot replied.

"It seems that you are very ambitious." Schiller smiled and said.

"This is all thanks to the Godfather." Cobblepot looked down and said, "It used to serve the rich. I said that I wanted to transform it into an ordinary restaurant that dock workers can enter, and he didn't object."

"This shows that he is very optimistic about you."

Schiller raised his head and looked straight ahead. Through the long porch, Schiller could already see the figure of the Godfather sitting in the main seat of the restaurant. After not seeing him for a while, he didn't get much older. He was always upright and energetic.

The two walked into the restaurant, and Schiller and Falcone hugged each other. They really hadn't seen each other for a long time.

After all, since Alberto took over the Falcone family business, he had almost no spare time to go to class. Only Evans would go to college step by step, but Schiller rarely gave him individual tutoring because his grades were very good.

"God bless you, professor, what are you busy with recently?" Falcone asked.

"Still the same things." Schiller took the cigar from the waiter, put it in his mouth and took a puff, and said: "Preparing lessons, teaching, writing papers, and I became the tutor of the two children of the Wayne family, and I have to teach them."

Falcone also took the cigar, took a puff, smiled and said: "I really didn't expect that little Wayne would have children so early, but it's good, I look forward to Evans getting married earlier."

"If a man doesn't get married, he will always be a little boy, I know this very well." The Godfather tapped the table with his fingers and said: "If he can't learn to take on family responsibilities, he won't be able to get married." If a man does not know how to protect women and children, then he has no say in anything. I have always ruled the twelve families in this way. "

"Family does make men more mature." Schiller paused and said, "But some people need to learn more."

Falcona seemed to know who he was talking about. He smiled again and looked very relaxed. He said, "If a man chooses a path that is destined to be very difficult, then he should bear it himself. Most of the time, he will sacrifice a lot."

Schiller turned his head and saw that Falcone narrowed his eyes. In the misty smoke, he seemed to recall something.

"Godfather, maybe we all think so. When you teach someone, you always hope to say more, but you know very clearly that some things are useless just by talking. Sometimes, you don't want him to pay the price, but you know that he must pay the price. "

"At this time, I will weigh what price he has to pay. If he just falls, let him fall. "Falcone leaned to the left and put the elbow of the hand holding the cigar on the armrest of the chair.

"There will always be a time in a person's life when he will fall and get his head broken and bloody, either today or tomorrow. If that's the case, let him go." Falcone waved his hand and said.

Schiller smiled and said, "Is it the same for Evans?"

"Of course not, he is far from being a mature man." Falcone exhaled another puff of smoke and said, "It's better recently, maybe it will get better after marriage."

"Let's talk business, Cobert, how is your restaurant going? Has the construction started?" Falcone looked at Cobert and said.

Cobblepot never looked directly at the Godfather. He just looked at the table in front of him and said, "Yes, in fact, the decoration is almost finished, but there are some problems with the suppliers we contacted before. I am negotiating with them."

"You have to show your skills." Falcone shook his head and said, "Don't use the word negotiation to threaten them and put a gun to their heads. Don't forget that in Gotham, you have to be a gangster before you can be a businessman."

"The place you chose is the best place and the worst place. Every dock worker in the East District is full of resentment about it because it is their restricted area. No matter how much money they make, they can't get in."

"Once, old Edward's sister wanted to climb into my bed in order to get a ticket to enter the mansion. I didn't like her, so she went to find someone else. She went in, but was thrown out soon because she was not a lady in the family at that time."

"I think there should be a hidden intention to open a mansion for twelve family members to gather in the most prosperous place in the East District?" Schiller asked.

"Yes, I want them to see that there are too many lives in this world that are beyond their reach. They will feel angry, jealous, and almost crazy."

"They will not work more because they know that the wages they get from their labor will not allow them to live such a life. They will steal, rob, kill and rob. I am encouraging such behavior."

"As long as they do the same things as the gangs, they must be ruled by me. If everyone abides by the law, Gotham will be finished."

"Following the rules means being weak and vulnerable. You can be a fierce slave, but you can't be an independent weakling."

"Everyone in Gotham knows that they can be vicious, fierce, and indifferent, but they must never show weakness. Once they start crying, it means they are holding a funeral for themselves in advance. Once people cry, they have no strength to resist."

When Falcone said this, the cigar was half burned, and the smoke was very close to his fingers, lingering on his fingertips, like the mist rising from the vines in the morning, shuttling among the towering trees.

"Why don't you cry?" In a hospital ward, Batman looked at the eight children around him and asked, "Why can you only scream but have no tears? Don't you cry?"

Everyone stood around and looked at him quietly. Batman half-knelt down and looked them in the eye. At this time, the relatively strong one among the eight children stood up. He was a white man and the cutest one among all of them. He said:

"Hello, what kind of work do you want us to do?" He lowered his head, twisted the corner of his clothes with his hands and said, "We are too young to deliver newspapers. If we beg, I, Bigfoot and Square will do it. We can all go to the outer streets, and the rest of us can only work in the inner streets. "

"I don't want you to work." Batman repeated again, saying, "I hope you can lie on the bed now, instead of yelling and biting the doctor who is going to give you an injection."

But the little boy ignored him completely and said to himself, "You are our new employer. We will call you dad. I and several other older children only need half a piece of bread every day, and others only need a quarter of a piece. We will give all the money to you. We are all good children."

Batman stood there, pressing his forehead with his fingers, and felt that his breathing was a little sluggish.

He approached the little boy, put his hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and said to him: "I am not those 'moms and dads'. I am here to save you. I will not let you go begging on the street and then give me the money."

However, Batman saw that the little boy's eyes showed a look of fear. He seemed to try to suppress his fear and said: "Dad... I mean, sir, we are too young. We... We can't do that kind of work... Or, or we have to wait until we grow up a little bit..."

Batman naturally knew what he was talking about. He was about to say something when he saw that the other children were shaking constantly. The thinnest little girl among them finally couldn't stand it anymore. She began to wail again: "I saw... I saw what they did to Selina... If she died, I would die too..."

All the children began to howl constantly. They made all kinds of meaningless screams, but there were no tears. Everyone ran to the corner and huddled together, unable to communicate at all.

"Don't cry!"

Batman finally lowered his voice. He no longer spoke to the group of children in the voice he spoke to Aisha or Dick.

When he made this sound, he found that he seemed to be warning them with the tone he used to scold criminals.

But the amazing thing was that after he finished scolding, all the children stopped crying. They squatted in place, staring at Batman. Batman took a deep breath and felt deeply helpless.

All the children in this room were bigger than Elsa, but in fact, their size was not much different from Elsa. There were even some younger ones who looked smaller than Elsa.

Facing such children, Batman couldn't force them to do anything at this time. He could only comfort them over and over again, trying to establish some sense of security in order for them.

Until the time came to late at night, the continuous night rain was getting heavier and heavier. When the raindrops fell into the sea, they brought a hazy halo. The lights of Gotham Pier were on day and night. After the logistics developed better, there were more people here.

Not far from the pier, a mansion that was out of tune with the surrounding buildings stood there, but now the doorplate has been changed to "Iceberg Restaurant".

This kind of building is really too big for a restaurant. It has seven floors, a very luxurious gate, and dozens of parking spaces. Now it is deserted, just because the restaurant has not yet opened, but many people are already curiously looking inside.

In the center of the restaurant, Cobert stood in front of the reception desk and said to the nine children standing in front of him:

"Listen, now, I am your boss, your new employer, and the new job you have to do is not to beg outside, which will not make much money."

"See? The whole building here is mine. Now, raise your heads and take a good look here. Use your shallow knowledge and vision to look at the materials used in everything here, and you will know who I am."

All the children raised their heads as instructed. At first, they didn't look carefully, but soon, they were attracted by the complex and gorgeous ceiling.

The lobby on the first floor was originally a dance floor, so the ceiling was decorated with extremely exquisite carvings, all of which have been preserved. These children have never seen such beautiful things in their lives.

There are very few begging children in Gotham. Most of these children are abandoned babies picked up by their mothers. They have lived in those narrow dark alleys since childhood. Even if they can work on the streets, they just find a shabby corner to sit and never dare to look up at people.

Soon, they all opened their mouths and kept turning their heads to look at everything they had never seen. Although they had never seen these things, they could understand their beauty. This is human instinct.

"Okay, I believe you should be able to see that I am much richer than your original boss, and I killed your original employers and snatched you from their hands, just to make more money for me."

Cobolt's words were very straightforward, without using any words that were more difficult than desperate illiterates, so these children easily understood what he was saying.

At this time, the strongest child among them stood up and asked, "What kind of work do you want us to do?"

"You are the leader of this group of people, right? Come here, come here." Cobert pointed to the floor in front of him, and the child slowly walked over. Cobert pointed around the restaurant and said, "Now, my restaurant is not open yet. What you have to do is to clean up here during this period of time."

"Listen, I am different from those poor guys. Starving you will only make you have no strength to work. So, here, you can eat enough, you sleep in the basement, four people in a room, two people in a bed, and you will have two sets of identical handyman uniforms to change."

"But working here is not just finding a random person. Just sit there. You must follow the rules, or you will be in trouble. "

"There are two meals every day at 7 o'clock and 2 o'clock in the afternoon. There are bread and some leftovers. The stove can be used to heat. If you want to drink water, go to the tap. When the guests leave, go back to the room and don't run around. "

"On the way here, you should have seen where it is. This is the street where you used to work. If you run out at night, no one will go to the garbage truck to look for your bodies tomorrow morning. "

"Also, don't let me catch any of you stealing things. You should know the consequences. "

"We won't steal things. We will give you everything. We are all good kids." The leading boy said.

"Okay, now, go back to your room and don't come out if you have nothing to do." As he said that, Cobert made a gesture and asked the tall and strong subordinate next to him to take the group of children to the basement.

What no one saw was that the leading boy tried to twitch the muscles at the corners of his mouth when he turned around, revealing a smile like surprise.

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