Chapter 780: Deadly Joke (VII)

When Bruce woke up the next morning, he knew that he had to find a job today. He didn't have much of the $20 left. If he continued like this, he would really go hungry.

But is it so easy to find a job? This place is far from the dock, so it is definitely not possible to be a porter. But to be a gangster, you need a letter of introduction. The gang must make sure that you are trustworthy before recruiting you. They will not recruit someone with unknown origins.

If you are the son of a gang member, your parents may introduce you to this gang to work, or they may introduce you to a gang in another few blocks that has no interest relationship with the gang they are in now.

And the distant gangs also accept such members. Some gangs even go to the farther gangs to ask if they have a good next generation when they are short of people.

But where does Bruce Wayne have a gang background? Without an acquaintance to introduce him, he can't even get into the gang.

If you can't become a formal member of the gang, you can become an external member. Many people are like this. Not every waiter and security guard in a bar is a formal member of the gang. Many of them just work for the gang.

Bruce wanted to be a security guard. After all, he has an advantage in body shape and very strong fighting skills, but unfortunately, the security guards in the East District don't need any fighting skills. They need more eyesight.

You must be able to observe within three seconds to determine whether the other party is a normal guest, a thief, a spies who come to smash the place, or other gang spies. But Bruce has only been here for two days. The only thing he can tell is the other party's gender.

Being a security guard is not okay, so being a waiter is okay, right? Bruce did find a similar job, working as a waiter in a nightclub. Of course, he is not the kind of serving dishes, but just cleaning and sweeping the floor.

However, Bruce has a very handsome face, which always leads to some unacceptable situations. He worked there for three days and met seven gang bosses who wanted to support him, six of whom were men.

Even if he covered his face, the guests would think he was a bomber with a bomb, which would affect the business of the nightclub. In the end, the owner of the nightclub wanted to introduce him to the strip club opposite, so Bruce had to quit the job.

It's not impossible to make a living by relying on your face. It's best to be a greeter in front of the mansion.

Generally speaking, no one dares to mess around in the mansion covered by the big gangs, but the problem is that the leaders of the big gangs all know Bruce Wayne. As soon as he wanted to go in, he was taken to the top office by two greeters. They treated him with good tea and good wine. Bruce drank a belly of expensive wine and went back.

If you can't do this kind of low-level job, you can always be a skilled worker, right? Now the gangs are most in need of skilled workers. Bruce doesn't plan to do anything difficult, because this will deviate from his original intention. After all, the knowledge he has also depends on his excellent education conditions, and ordinary people in the East District definitely don't have such conditions.

Bruce was targeting a truck driver. After all, driving is not a difficult technical job. Most of the children in the East District, when they reach a certain age, will be taught to drive by their elders or gang leaders. Even if they don't transport goods, they can occasionally replace the driver to run errands.

Since the gang was really short of people, Bruce said he could drive, so they immediately assigned him a truck and asked him to be responsible for the freight from the city center to the dock.

This is not difficult at all. A year ago, there was an elevated bridge from the city center to the dock. After getting on the bridge from the entrance, it takes less than three minutes to get to the distribution point at the dock.

Bruce thought, what kind of moths can go wrong in such a job? The freight in the city is less than 20 kilometers in total. He doesn't have to worry about loading and unloading the goods. The gang also provides a lunch. Is this finally stable?

But the facts proved that he thought too simply. Driving a truck is really difficult, and things other than driving are even more difficult.

First of all, this truck is not hired by a gang. Generally, it is a gang in a region. They will use trucks in this region. The styles of gangs are different and must be carefully identified.

Some gangs like to overload and point guns at your head to ask you to pull more goods, regardless of whether you can pass the inspection. Some gangs like to carry contraband. If they are found out at the distribution point, the truck driver will also get into trouble.

Moreover, if you are not familiar with the people at the distribution point, you can't find a good position in the queue for unloading, and no one helps to direct the reverse, the efficiency will be very slow.

Others arrive at the distribution point, just jump in line, and then they can run the second trip. Bruce is holding the steering wheel outside and waiting for two hours.

Moreover, seeing that he is young and unfamiliar, many porters like to play tricks and knock on the car window to ask for money. If you don't pay, you can expect the goods you transport to be bumped here and there, and you will be in trouble with the gang.

In addition, Gotham's traffic conditions have improved, but not completely. In most cases, once there is some traffic conflict, it is common to see a shotgun sticking out of the car window. Bruce has to buy a gun and an explosion-proof shield as soon as he earns a little money.

If you want to park your car at a distribution point overnight, it is useless to just lock the fuel tank. You either have to leave someone to guard it or ask someone you know to watch it. If you want someone you know, you have to pay for a meal to build a relationship. This is the same in any country.

Bruce did this kind of work for a week, and his savings successfully went from more than ten dollars to a few dollars. If the gang hadn't provided him with a meal at noon, he might really have come here to lose weight passively.

It's the same when working at the bottom. If you don't get into the industry, you will lose as much as you do, no matter how long you work. If you want to get into the industry, in addition to spending time and energy, you must lower your posture, ask for advice and integrate into the industry circle, do some things that you may have thought were very annoying before, and become the person you used to hate.

The four words "forced to make a living" are really too heavy. No one knows what kind of burden the person who said these four words has on his shoulders.

These days, Bruce found that what is more terrifying than fierce criminal conflicts is the calm, long, and endless poverty.

The people of Gotham are not poor, at least they are richer than other cities, but this exhausting life day after day has exhausted all their energy and spirit, leaving them no time to think and dying slowly.

When Batman stood high on the top of the building and looked at all this, he didn't understand why these people had no strength and courage to break free from this kind of life.

But when he was deeply involved, he found that in the cold and rainy night of Gotham, the flames ignited by the anger of revenge could not even light a cigarette.

In less than two weeks, Bruce had the idea of ​​retreating for the first time. He felt that he had collected enough materials, but there was a thought in his heart telling him that this was far from enough and he had not yet hit the bottom.

So he could only set sail again, and he didn't plan to change jobs again, because he knew that ordinary people here didn't have so much cost of making mistakes. They didn't have such a strong body to starve for a week, and they didn't have such strong fighting skills to run away when they were troubled by the gangsters.

Among all the sufferings Bruce experienced, at some point, ordinary people could only write a word in blood in an empty corner - accept their fate.

One day, Bruce was driving on the viaduct again. When he was stuck in traffic, he turned his head and saw a familiar face.

The driver next to him was pale, wearing red lipstick, and was biting bread with his bloody mouth. Bruce rolled up the window in a hurry, but the driver on the opposite side had turned his head.

Seeing Bruce sitting in the driver's seat of the truck, the clown Jack was also stunned. The bread in his mouth suddenly didn't smell good. He took the section of bread that had not been bitten off from his mouth, and brought out some residue.

He lowered his head, picked up the residue and threw it into his mouth, rolled down the window, and desperately reached out to hook Bruce's window.

Bruce turned the steering wheel to hide, but there was no room to hide in the traffic jam. Jack got out of the car window, grabbed the edge of the truck window with one hand, and knocked on Bruce's glass with the other hand.

Finding that he couldn't knock the glass open, Jack went back to his truck, searched around the seat, and took out a big bomb.

Bruce immediately rolled down the window and said, "Put that thing down! I warn you, this batch of goods is very important, it's an expedited order, and it must be delivered within two hours. If you blow up the bridge, I will throw you off from here!"

Jack, who was holding the bomb, was stunned again. He picked his ears and said, "What did you say?"

"I said! If you dare to blow up the bridge! I will..."

"No, I said the previous sentence!" Jack shouted at him.

Bruce paused and said, "This batch of goods is very important, it's an expedited order!"

Jack turned his mouth down hard, stared at Bruce with gloomy eyes and said, "Why are you here? Why are you driving a truck? Why don't you stand on the roof of the Wayne Building to get some fresh air?"

Bruce didn't want to answer him. Just as he was about to roll up the window, Jack came out of his own window again, put his hand on the window, and put his head into Bruce's truck.

Bruce searched around the seat, then took out a bottle of mineral water and hit Jack's head hard, but he completely retreated and grabbed Bruce's arm and asked him, "Damn it, why are you here? Answer me, answer me Batman, are you crazy?!"

Bruce took a deep breath and looked at another window. The traffic jam ahead was still very severe on the road ahead. The car moved forward at a frequency of once every five minutes. If nothing unexpected happened, it would definitely not be able to get off the bridge within half an hour.

So he looked at Jack and said, "I'm driving a truck because I want to make money, because I'm a human being and I have to eat!"

Jack was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into a series of laughter. He looked at Bruce with his mouth open and asked, "What did you say? Say it again, this is really the funniest joke I've heard this year!"

"I said, I'm a human being, I have to eat, how can I eat without money?"

Jack laughed hard again, and kept hitting the car window glass until he laughed to tears, then he looked at Bruce with tears in his eyes and said:

"How can I eat without money? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! That's right! How can I eat without money?"

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