In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 824: The gangster dilemma (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

Bruce frowned more and more, he said: "But if you don't go to school, don't you even know basic grammar?"

"What does that matter?" The fat boss didn't care, shook his head and said, "You just need to learn how to put on airs at gangster family gatherings. It just so happens that the cigar you brought today suits my taste. I will teach you how to..."

"All ears," Bruce said.

"First of all, there is nothing wrong with your dress. This suit should also be made of good material. It seems that you have some wealth, but this alone is not enough. You have to learn to speak. Just right, Doyle, you probably haven't learned it either. This, you are in his light..."

Doyle smiled at Bruce, Bruce nodded lightly, without saying anything, the fat boss took another sip of his cigar and said, "I ask you, if you met your opponent in a certain mansion , you have had a little friction recently, at this time, he came up to you and said, the food here today is really unpalatable, I see you ate a lot, what does he mean?"

Doyle frowned first, and said: "I think he deserves a beating! He thinks the food is unpalatable, and he said that I ate so much, isn't that just calling me bad taste? I will let him go back Looks good!"

Bruce frowned, and said: "These two sentences should be in a progressive relationship, expressing the same meaning. If it's just provocation, there is a simpler way..."

The fat boss smiled and said: "It's still... what's his name? Oh, Match Malone, he's smarter. What this sentence actually means is that the two of us shouldn't be here now , you are almost done eating, let's find a place to talk."

"Because you have had friction recently, and he took the initiative to come to you again, he probably wants to take a step back to show weakness to you, but his attitude of showing weakness is not obvious, because he is unwilling to talk to you in public Talking about this matter is more like telling you that we both had problems with the incident two days ago, but it’s not worth fighting over such a trivial matter. Let’s forget about it, but if it happens again next time, I will I still won't let you."

Doyle and Bruce looked at each other, and Doyle shook his head and said, "Fortunately, my site is relatively remote, and I don't pay much attention to it. If it wasn't for my brother-in-law's east wind recently, I wouldn't be able to come here. .”

But Bruce felt a bit of a headache. He seemed to be back in the psychology class. He still remembered that Schiller had taught two behavioral classes. During those two classes, Bruce slept very soundly.

Excessively magnified analysis of someone's words and deeds is not a psychotic act here, but a very reasonable and often occurring behavior.

All of this is shrouded in a secret mist. On the surface, everyone is a civilized person in suits and leather shoes, shuttling between lights and candlelight, nodding and smiling, spinning and dancing, restrained and polite, not like gangsters .

But behind all the bustle, there are scrutinizing eyes, calculating eyes, contemptuous and mocking whispers, and silent conversations.

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Bruce felt that he was entering a new world, where all behaviors were different from the past, but he was more concerned about the advantages and disadvantages of this rule, and where the key lies.

He instinctively felt that what Doyle mentioned earlier about his son's education might be the key, so he asked again: "Of course I know that these rules should be learned. If I have the opportunity, I would like to I want to learn, but don’t you need the knowledge taught in school?”

The fat boss shook his head and said: "Yes, reading more books may be beneficial, such as speaking more politely, just like you, your education should not be low?"

Bruce argued for a while and said, "Yes, I graduated from college."

Then he added in his mind: "But not yet fully graduated."

"Yes, this is an improvement for you." The fat boss said: "Because you were lucky, and through force, you killed a boss who was not very popular, and you managed to get his subordinates to follow you. "

"But for many other people, instead of learning those grammar knowledge, it is better to learn more about words and expressions. Anyway, no one here is going to teach you grammar, and if you don't make up for this knowledge, your status will be ruined." It won't last long."

"Of course, if I want to learn, I would like my children to learn musical instruments and painting, and they don't have to learn too much, as long as they maintain their temperament and don't be too wretched. When you talk, you will make other people look up."

After coming out of the ward, Bruce kept thinking.

For a long time before, he had been chased by Schiller for papers, which would give him an illusion, as if everyone in the world had to learn, and life without learning was meaningless. If you don't write a paper, the end is a dead word.

But now, he clearly realizes that Schiller's request for him is special, and it can be said to be rare. In Gotham, most gangsters don't read much and they tend to improve their temperament. non-learned knowledge.

But in their life of gangsters, they really don't need much knowledge. The things taught by tutors are enough, and most of their energy should be devoted to leading the family to win the competition. go to school.

Although Bruce can't bear to write papers from morning to night every day, he feels that. If you go to the other extreme of not learning at all, it will not work.

Bruce's genius brain allows him to master the most quintessential knowledge in the world at the young age of 20, which is far superior to his peers in terms of depth and breadth, and even far superior to most human beings.

But when it comes to knowledge, the more you know, the more you feel that you don't know enough. The more knowledgeable you are, the more you realize that there are too many things in this world that you don't understand and haven't fully understood. of.

The same is true for Bruce. The more he studies, the more he realizes that there are still too many things he has not learned. He even feels that in his limited life, can he really appreciate the charm of endless knowledge? It was unthinkable for Bruce, without knowledge, he was insecure.

As for the consequences of the development of the gang, he also expected that in the end, the rules will become more and more solidified, and the people in the rules will become less and less knowledgeable. This well will shrink and shrink, and eventually it will become Sitting in the sky.

Thinking that the current state of Gotham is still not the bottom, and there is still room for decline, Bruce feels more and more urgent.

Even in the current situation, if he tried his best, he might not be able to guarantee to turn the situation around. If he continued to fall like this and reached the bottom completely, everyone would have to die together.

After so many days of investigation experience, Bruce understands that he is not saving Gotham, he is also saving himself.

Bruce sat on the bed in his ward, constantly writing and drawing with a pen. He spent a lot of money to buy a single room for him to relax and think.

Thinking about it, Bruce leaned on the bed and gradually fell asleep, but the next day, it was not the nurse who woke him up, but a noisy voice, he heard a familiar voice from outside the door:

"Come on! A group! The ward on the right! Go in one by one, two people share one room, stand outside the door of the ward, look at the house number, and remember the patient you are in charge of..."

"Second group! Follow me this way! Why are you standing there stupidly? Didn't I tell you in school? Field practice is like this..."

"What? You said you saw your dad? Now he is a patient, understand? Don't say anything about relatives. It is not your parents who decide whether you can graduate, but me..."

"Three groups! Three groups! Come here..."

Bruce heard the footsteps approaching, and quickly turned over, pretending to be still asleep, but at this moment, he heard the door being pushed open, and Schiller's voice appeared outside the door.

"The three groups are candidates for outstanding graduates, so the other two groups are in charge of Dr. Bland, but for the third group I will personally bring ~IndoMTL.com~ ten of you... oh no, It was nine, and that damned Wayne didn't come."

"Yin Wensi, Yin Wensi, come here, send this down first, everyone is optimistic about the rules, come on, this patient, please cooperate..."

Schiller waved his hand to Bruce, and Bruce stopped where he was. Schiller was taken aback for a moment, and he said, "Hello, this patient, I'm Dr. Rodriguez, can you please cooperate?" ?”

Bruce still didn't move. Seeing that Schiller was about to walk over, Bruce had to turn over.

All the students took a step back when they saw the mask on his face, because everyone knows that in Gotham, there are no weak people who wear masks.

Seeing Bruce, Schiller was stunned. He looked Bruce up and down to make sure he was right, then stood still and took a deep breath and said, gritted his teeth:

"This patient, our third round of internship has started, can you please cooperate?"

Bruce coughed hard, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice: "No problem, let's get started."

Looking at the perverted killer reserve in front of him wearing a mask, covered in burns, and with a hoarse voice, all the students look at me and I look at you.

Everyone took another step back in unison.

Schiller glanced at him and said: "I see, this patient is not seriously ill. Come on, Yin Wensi straightens up the queue and asks one by one."

Bruce saw the classmates he was very familiar with on weekdays, each holding a case book, forming a long line in front of him.

Bruce opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt Schiller's death stare. He could only lean on the bed like a normal gangster, with nothing to love.