Chapter 753: Speed Batman (Part 1)
Alfred in the ward coughed twice and said, "Who is here? Why do I seem to hear Professor Schiller's voice?"
"No, no." Bruce denied subconsciously. Alfred gasped twice, drank a sip of water, and then said, "I haven't talked to this professor on the phone for a long time, and I don't know how he has been doing recently..."
"He has been doing well recently." Bruce turned back, helped Alfred adjust the bed, filled his water cup with water, and then said, "I'm sorry, Alfred, I'm afraid I can't take care of you here tonight. I'll come to see you tomorrow morning."
"Go quickly, master, Dick and Aisha still need you... By the way, you should be in the fourth year of college this year, right? I heard that my brother Gotham University will select outstanding graduates. Back then, Master Thomas was an outstanding graduate. I think he would not mind adding another certificate to the Wayne family's honor wall. "
Bruce coughed twice and said, "...I will."
After that, he left without looking back. Alfred smiled. After Bruce left, he whispered, "If you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries. If you always have immediate worries, maybe you won't have wild thoughts."
Bruce didn't hear what Alfred said when he left, but he knew very well that some contradictions that had accumulated for a long time might be ignited. Although the explosion caused this time might not necessarily blow up Gotham City, it would definitely make him fall.
Looking at Bruce's three-year study career, his study style cannot be said to be diligent and hard-working, but can only be said to be three days of fishing and two days of drying the net. His academic performance cannot be said to be particularly excellent, but can only be said to be entirely due to reincarnation. If he was not named Wayne, he would have been expelled long ago.
On the way back to the city, Bruce thought that he had sufficient reasons to explain all this.
After all, Batman has only 24 hours a day. First of all, he needs 4 to 5 hours of sleep every day to ensure basic energy, so there are only 20 hours left in a day.
Batman's time fighting crime takes up 7 to 8 hours, so there are still more than ten hours left for him to study.
But don't forget that all of Batman's equipment is developed by himself, and in addition to hardware such as the Batmobile and Batsuit, he also has to develop medical technology and research drugs, so there are only about 5 to 6 hours left every day.
In these 5 to 6 hours, minus the necessary meal time, the rest of the time is basically spent on maintaining these equipment, and occasionally he may spend 1 to 2 hours with Dick and Aisha, but in terms of studying, half an hour a day is already very free.
He does have sufficient reasons to explain why his academic performance is not so good and why he always doesn't hand in his homework, but whether the person he needs to explain is willing to listen to his explanation is another matter.
Batman never felt that he needed to explain anything to anyone, but the premise was that he had to beat the other party.
Bruce knew that he had a plan to deal with Schiller, but he couldn't activate the plan because of not handing in homework. Let's not talk about whether he was right or not. If Alfred knew that he didn't hand in homework and tried to attack the teacher, he would be finished.
Since the homework owed could not be avoided, he could only try to complete it.
On the way back to the city, Bruce held the steering wheel in his hand and felt the whistling night wind of Gotham passing by his ears. He clearly felt that his palms holding the steering wheel were sweating all the time, and the speed of the car was getting faster and faster until the vision became blurred.
However, Gotham is always like this. When you go all out to do something, there will definitely be some unexpected obstacles that will make all plans and preparations go down the drain.
With a "squeak", a violent brake sound sounded, Bruce's body leaned forward fiercely, and then hit the back of the chair again, but before he could say anything, the driver in front of him yelled.
"You damn idiot! Don't you have eyes?! Get out of the way!!"
After saying that, the truck in front of him drove away, but Bruce suddenly felt that his car was rear-ended.
He unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car to check, and found that the collision was not serious, but the back of the car was dented.
The car that rear-ended him was also expensive, and the person who came out of the car was an acquaintance Bruce had just met.
"Oh, my God, Mr. Wayne, why are you here too?" Mrs. God gathered her shawl, walked to the back of Bruce's car, covered her mouth in amazement and said, "My God, I'm so sorry! Leon! Leon! Come here quickly, you hit Mr. Wayne's car!"
The fat man Leon, who was sitting in the driver's seat, got out of the car, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and apologized to Bruce with fear and trepidation.
Bruce frowned, but then revealed a very irritable expression. He said, "What did you do? This is a new car! Besides, there are no spare parts for this car in Gotham City. I have to send it somewhere else to be repaired!"
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wayne. We will bear all the expenses." Mrs. Goethe pulled her daughter who had just walked out. She said, "We just encountered a murder case in the theater. We are still in shock. Leon may be scared, so he didn't pay attention to the front. Please forgive him. We will compensate!"
"But I'm in a hurry now. You hit my car like this. How can I drive out? Wouldn't that make others laugh?" Bruce said very dissatisfiedly.
Leon checked his car. Because of the model and bumper, his car did not have any visible damage, so he said: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wayne, please take our car and we will take you to your destination."
"As for this car, we will call the best towing company to send it for repair. We will bear all the expenses incurred."
Leon nodded and bowed to Bruce, but Bruce seemed unsatisfied. He glanced at Mrs. Gode, who understood what he meant. She said: "Leon is my distant cousin. He is from Los Angeles. This time he came to Gotham to choose an actress for the new movie he invested in..."
"To be honest, we went to the troupe and visited the backstage. In fact, we also wanted to find out if there were any qualified actors who could go to Hollywood to develop, but who knew that this happened..." Mrs. Gode showed a regretful expression, then pointed to the car door and said: "Mr. Wayne , please get in the car. "
Bruce sat in the passenger seat. As the car started, he pretended to be interested and asked, "Come to Gotham to find actresses? What do you think?"
Leon smiled, took out a box of cigars from the car, and handed it to Bruce. Bruce took it skillfully, lit it, took a puff of the cigarette and said, "But it's true, there are indeed many beauties here."
"Mr. Wayne, I've heard of your name for a long time." Fatty Leon smiled and said, "Hollywood is not short of beauties, but it is short of generous investors like you. If you are willing to invest in movies in Hollywood, those actresses will definitely be very happy to surround you."
Bruce exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I am still a little interested in movies. Let's talk about investing in movies in detail."
Leon showed a knowing smile. He knew that such things could not be put on the surface, and many times, not decisively refusing meant three words-"talk in private."
"Yes, Mr. Wayne, I have a movie in my hand, and I'm just in need of an investor. Of course, if you invest, we can let you specify who the heroine is. If your female companion is interested in the movie, she can also go and experience it..."
"She?" Bruce curled his lips and said, "She can't make a movie. Forget it, I'm almost there, let's talk next time."
"This is my business card." Leon immediately handed over his business card and said, "If you are interested, call me, I'm always here."
Bruce raised his eyebrows, took the business card, put it in his pocket, then opened the car door and walked into Wayne Manor.
After he returned to Wayne Manor, he immediately went to the basement and turned on the receiving device of the bug, and the speaker of the receiving device transmitted the conversation between Mrs. Gode and Leon.
"...He didn't take the bait, but it's normal. Although Little Wayne is a playboy, he is not stupid. He can't be trusted once or twice." Leon's voice was no longer as timid as before, but seemed a little gloomy.
"Are we being too eager? Maybe it would be better to bring up the movie when we meet for the second or third time?" Mrs. Goethe's voice came.
Hearing this, Bruce thought they were just the simplest scammers, but soon, what Leon said made Bruce understand that they might have other intentions.
"Originally, I was very optimistic about Vicki, but I didn't expect that she couldn't keep her cool after just two contacts with her, and actually let the boss of the troupe know her intention to go to Hollywood."
"It's also her bad luck. The boss of the troupe is a lunatic and killed her directly. Unfortunately, with Vicki's qualifications, she should be able to win over many celebrities for our great king."
Hearing the word "great king", Bruce frowned, but then he heard Leon speak again:
"If Wayne can join the game, we won't have to worry about funds. More importantly, the power of the Wayne family can make the city of Gotham our base on the East Coast."
"But the Goethe family..." Mrs. Goethe said anxiously.
"Yes, the great king will not forget your contribution, but with the Wayne family, we will be even more powerful. Once the great cause of ruling mankind is completed soon, you will also get your rewards soon."
Mrs. Goth remained silent, and Bruce did not hear what Leon said. Standing in front of the receiver, he realized that there might be a bigger secret behind this group of people.
While Bruce was thinking, he instinctively glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
Then, he found that it was already 9:20 in the evening, and he had to hand in his 50,000-word paper before 9:30 tomorrow morning.
Bruce almost ran upstairs. Dick, who was waiting for him in the hall, was almost blown down by the wind he brought. He chased after him and asked, "Mr. Wayne, are you going to tell Elsa a story tonight? If so, I won't..."
"No, Dick, there is no story tonight. I have something urgent to do now. If you are sleepy, go to bed."
Bruce said to Dick without turning his head. Dick shook his head inexplicably, not knowing what happened to Bruce.
Just as he was about to go upstairs, he was almost knocked down by Bruce who was holding a pile of information. Dick showed a puzzled expression, turned his head and walked upstairs.
When they came to Elsa's room, Selina was coaxing Elsa to sleep. Seeing Dick coming over, she waved her hand and said, "Leave it to you. I'll go see Bruce. He seems to be a little bit wrong recently."
Dick picked up Elsa, and Selina went downstairs. After looking around in the hall, she turned around and walked towards the study.
She tiptoed into the study room, and sure enough, she found Bruce, who was writing hard behind a pile of information. Selina smiled and approached him, saying, "Are you okay, dear? Do you want to go out for a drive?"
As she spoke, she picked up the buckle on the car key with her fingertips and shook it in front of Bruce. Bruce said without raising his head, "The car is in the garage. When you come back, remember to park it in the parking space."
Selina widened her eyes, looked Bruce up and down, and said, "What did you say? Do you want me to go alone????"
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