Chapter 823: Gangster Dilemma (Part 2)

"Yes, I was born here, about 50 years ago? I can't remember clearly, my parents threw me into a trash can, and I was picked up by a boatman working at the dock."

"I'm lucky, aren't I? My father is very capable and can support me. Although he was beaten to death later, at least I grew up smoothly..."

In the ward, a slightly fat gang leader leaned against the wall, smoking a cigar, and recalled: "I see you are quite young, so you haven't experienced that era. It was really magnificent at that time. , am I using the right word? "

"Yes, you all know that I am new here. Not only have I just arrived at the hospital, but I have also just picked up a gun and a whip," Bruce said very obscurely, but the others all smiled and said, "You are quite experienced. There are many newcomers who have offended everyone here just after killing their boss."

"I know very well that more friends mean more ways." Bruce also lit a cigar, frowned and took a puff, and said, "In fact, I am also worried about what to do next."

"What to post "Is life not easy now?" A younger gangster said, "It's much better than ten years ago. I didn't catch up with the good times. I was shot twice for robbing the docks. I still feel pain now..."

"You are lucky." The fat boss said, "When I first came to Gotham, no one followed the rules. The whole city was in chaos and it was unbearable to watch."

"Oh, right." He spoke again, looking at Bruce and asked, "Boy, did you kill your elders to get to the top? Or did you steal it from others? ”

“I don’t have any elders.” Bruce shrugged and said, “I just couldn’t stand the boss of my area. I lied that I was a businessman from another place and killed him with a gun. Fortunately, that guy was a bad guy and he also withheld the wages of his subordinates. Everyone had tolerated him for a long time, and I took advantage of him.”

The fat boss raised his eyebrows and said, “You are really capable. You dare to shoot directly. But it’s good that way. You are so young. If you kill your father or uncle, you will be in trouble later.”

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked.

The fat boss waved his hand and said, "If you have no foundation and rely on yourself, people will be more tolerant of you. But if you are brought into the social circle by your father or uncle, if you do something out of line, everyone will think you are unreliable and will not do business with you."

Bruce frowned and said, "Why are people more tolerant of me when I have no foundation?"

The younger boss on the other side said, "Don't you know this? If you haven't learned the rules from your elders, then everyone will think you are a country bumpkin. It's okay to make a fool of yourself occasionally. I've been through this too."

"But if you are a child from a gangster family, you learn the rules from your parents every day, and you watch them every day, "If you can do something wrong no matter what they do, doesn't that mean you are stupid?"

Bruce didn't expect there to be such a difference. He said, "If I make a fool of myself, won't they laugh at me anyway?"

"It doesn't matter. I've been laughed at before." The younger boss lit a cigar and said, "As long as you don't make those fundamental mistakes, it's okay to be laughed at."

"After all, you don't know how to do it because you haven't learned it. But if you have learned it and haven't learned it after so many years, how can people do business with you? Who would do business with a mentally retarded person who hasn't learned the most basic etiquette after so many years?"

Bruce nodded, and the fat boss said, "Speaking of this, I think of my daughter. Thank God, she didn't What a free love mind, don't mention it to me, and don't fall in love with the sons of rich businessmen, none of those playboys are good..."

The fat boss took a puff of his cigar and said, "I wanted to send her to a church middle school, but my wife told me that she would learn nothing there, and she wouldn't even reply to the invitation, and would be laughed at by others."

"Church middle school? It should be good, right?" Bruce said, "Especially the most famous girls' school in the city."

The fat boss waved his hand disdainfully and said, "It's good, but you have to see what they teach. They teach my daughter to read the Bible, do tailoring, flower arrangement, and painting, but the problem is that she will marry into the Lawrence family in the future."

"She will become the wife of Lawrence Jr. , the mistress of the Lawrence family, what's the use of just knowing these? Matchstick Malone...is your name? "

"Let me ask you, if you want to visit the Lawrence family for something, write a visiting card and send it to their mailbox, at this time, should you expect their reply? "

Bruce nodded and said, "Of course."

"But if the mistress of their family is a stupid girl who doesn't even know who you are or what level you are, how can you expect her to give you a suitable reply?"

The fat boss exhaled smoke and said, "The Lawrence family is much stronger than you. If a small person like you wants to visit their home, their response must not be too enthusiastic, otherwise you will not be able to deal with those families of the same level. "

"But if the wording of the agreement is too cold, you will mistake it for a rejection. If you want to grasp this degree, in addition to the above wording, you also need to look at the handwriting, the texture of the letter, and the time of the reply. If you can't grasp these, won't you offend people?"

Bruce thought about it and felt that it was indeed true. Not to mention the gangs with many rules, even the gatherings of the upper class in Gotham have all kinds of troublesome rules.

Men are a little better. Those ladies and young ladies can have hundreds of details for a necklace or a headdress.

Who wears the new style, who wears the old style, who gave their fan, who wears the hat in which direction, all have details, who is recently engaged, who has recently given birth, and what changes have taken place in which family, all can be seen from the details of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The reason why Bruce didn't feel it was difficult was that Bruce Wayne, as a disguise, was a rotten playboy. He could lose his temper at the banquet at will, and no one could do anything to him. He could come to the magnificent mansion in sportswear right after working out, and the waiters and managers had to smile at him.

As for the invitation, he didn't even look at it, and Alfred wouldn't tell him. He would only tell him something like "The XX family invites you to go over, do you want to go?" If Bruce said no, Alfred wouldn't ask him how to write the invitation.

In short, Bruce's parents, butler, and his own disguised identity helped him avoid these messy secret rules. No one in Gotham dared to offend him, so what rules did he have to follow?

At this time, he put himself in their shoes and thought that if he didn't have the status of the Wayne family, the diligent old butler, and the disguised identity of Bruce Wayne, he would be just an ordinary wealthy businessman. It would take a lot of effort to integrate into the Gotham circle.

Not to mention how to write visiting cards and invitations? He even has to take care of who the person is, what clothes they wear, and how they walk. Even if Batman has 48 hours a day, he will be exhausted.

Now, Bruce understands what Schiller is asking. At the beginning, he asked Schiller to experience life in the slums with him, but Schiller asked him, "Do you really think it is more difficult to live in the slums than in the upper class?"

What Schiller actually meant was that in the slums, your relatives, friends, brothers and colleagues are all your helpers, but in the upper class, all these people are your troubles.

If you make a mistake, these people will not say anything on the surface, but they will definitely gossip behind your back. If it gets out and affects your reputation, your business will be difficult.

For people like Bruce who have high IQ but low EQ, it is actually easier to live in the slums. As long as he can turn around, his high IQ can bring him a lot of capital accumulation, and he can live comfortably in this environment.

But when it comes to the open and covert struggles among the upper class, Bruce's perception of emotions and his expression of his own emotions are not enough for him to capture the undercurrents and understand everyone's psychology, so as to do his best.

Batman is a mental patient. The slums don't care whether you are mentally ill or not, but the upper class is different. If you are not high enough but do something very outrageous, you will never be able to integrate into their circle.

Bruce was thinking about this when the young gangster boss said, "My son is only three years old this year. I plan to take him to meet his two uncles when he is five years old. They are both shipping businessmen. Also, when he is old enough to go to elementary school, I want him to go to the community elementary school..."

The fat boss tutted his lips and said, "Don't do that, Doyle. For the sake of our past cooperation, I remind you not to let him go to school. This is for his own good."

The gangster boss called Doyle frowned in confusion and said, "Why? In the community where I live, many people let their children go to school."

"That's because you insist on buying a house in the South District and living with those rich businessmen. Of course, they will let their children go to school, but you can't do that."

"Why?" Doyle asked.

The fat boss shook his head and said, "Think about it, he plays with those rich kids in the community school, so when he grows up, can he still do business with them?"

"You have to hire a tutor for your child, preferably an old man of the same generation as the godfather, to teach him how to observe etiquette and rules, and then you have to let your wife take him to some salons and afternoon tea parties, to get intimate with his aunts, and finally, to play with their children. This is the most decent way."

The fat boss sighed and said, "What's more terrible is that if your child grows up with the children of those rich businessmen and wants to go to middle school and take the college entrance examination like them, what if he is admitted to another place? Will you give up your family business?"

"In Gotham, let alone four years, even if it's four months, dozens of families will beat their brains out. He's been gone for so long, and when he comes back, he's just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He knows nothing, can't do anything, can't see the situation clearly, and doesn't know anyone. How can you let him survive in Gotham?"

Doyle thought about it, then nodded and said, "Indeed, I said you can't listen to Alina. She insisted that her children should go to college. In my opinion, students from Gotham University are nothing. If they join the gang for two days, they will probably lose their lives."

The fat boss waved the hand holding the cigar and said, "I said since you got married that you didn't choose the right person. Your wife is a top student who graduated from Cambridge. There's no other one in the twelve families who can write that cursive calligraphy."

"But this is what it's like to marry a woman from another place. She cries and educates you every day, and tells you to study, study..."

"But don't you see where you are? You read a lot of books, but you can't even hold a gun when you come back. In the end, you can only go to see God with books in your arms."

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