In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1442: Research on Manipulation (8)

Two waiters came over, Schiller glanced at the one facing him, the waiter wearing white gloves showed Schiller the menu on his hand, Schiller glanced at it roughly, and then used His eyes signaled the waiter to go to the opposite side.

So the two waiters exchanged positions. Jason couldn't understand why they moved in this way. Harry lowered his voice and said to him: "It was the British who landed in Gotham, so we follow If two people have dinner together, one person will order the food, and the other person will order the wine.”

"What if the person who ordered it doesn't like it?"

"When ordering, of course I will ask the other party if he likes it, but generally no one will say he doesn't like it. The goal of coming to this kind of restaurant is not to eat at all."

"It's a pain."

"There are even more outrageous things, you can take a look at the menu."

Halley and Jason sat face to face inside, while Schiller and Pamela sat outside. Halle made a face at Jason, her words made Jason feel a little curious, so Calmly, he turned his body towards Pamela and glanced at the menu in her hand.

In an instant, Jason's eyes widened, and the sound of gasping had already reached his lips, but thinking of the current situation, he choked it back.

The swallowed air got stuck in Jason's throat, causing him to cough a few times, his face flushed, Schiller looked up from the wine list, looked at Jason and said, "Are you okay? "

"It's okay, I just, I just choked."

"Then drink water slowly."

"Okay, Professor."

The other two were concentrating on looking at the menu. Jason leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Is this price serious?"

"When you were in Wayne Manor, didn't Bruce take you out for dinner? His consumption is probably more exaggerated than this."

"We seldom go out to eat. Bruce doesn't trust the food outside. Besides, Alfred cooks delicious food, although he is also British."

Finding Schiller's gaze, the two children immediately stopped communicating, straightened their backs, leaned back on the chair like a statue, and began to study the patterns on the ceiling.

"Coppert got two bottles of Don Perignon champagne, which is the 1959 celebration edition. He generously shared a bottle with me, and it is now stored in the wine cellar of the new restaurant."

Schiller put down the wine list and explained to Pamela, then raised his eyes to the waiter and said, "Please open it for me, thank you."

After Pamela finished ordering, she sighed softly, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, I have to remind you that there is almost no progress on the subject of growing crops in Gotham, even if you bring precious wine Buy me, and I can't conjure plant seeds that can be grown here on a large scale, so now you still want to drink?"

"Of course, judging from the fact that you grew a whole field of broccoli that day, I think it's only a matter of time before you complete this project."

Pamela put a hand over her eyes and said, "Professor, you have to believe me, Bruce never told me that his emergency restrictions were to make you allergic to broccoli."

"Why didn't he tell you?"

Schiller leaned back and asked the waiter holding the champagne to open the wine. Pamela blinked, as if she was reading the hint in Schiller's tone. She stared at the clear wine entering the glass and cleared He cleared his throat and asked tentatively.

"He... can't have good intentions, right?"

"Of course."

Pamela rolled her eyes, raised her wine glass and clinked with Schiller lightly, and said, "He wants someone to share your anger?"

"It must be," said Schiller, smiling and nodding.

Pamela showed a clear look, took a sip of wine, then put the glass on the table gently, wiped her mouth with a napkin and said: "Professor, although it is a bit abrupt to say this, Bruce I used my ability to cause trouble for you, but did not tell me the consequences of doing so, we are both victims."

"Victims should unite, shouldn't they?" Schiller also put down his wine glass, waited until the waiter put the appetizer plate on the table, Schiller picked up the knife and fork, and suddenly changed the subject: "Gotham cultivated Has there been no progress on the subject of crops?"

Pamela sighed helplessly and said: "Let's put it this way, when I signed the contract with the green of all things, he told me that I would become the representative of plants and defend the existence of green life in the entire universe." Right, I told him that I intend to defend Gotham first, and he stopped talking."

"It was only later that I understood what his silence meant. Gotham is only black, not green. This is a land where the green of all things cannot be governed. The artificially cultivated plants here will go crazy, sooner or later."

Pamela watched the waiter remove the appetizer plates and bring the main course again. She cut the food and said: "The first-stage soil culture plants either die in the germination period or go crazy during the growth period. I think Maybe there was a problem with the soil, so I switched to hydroponics again, and the hydroponic plants in the second phase became even more crazy."

"I assumed that there was a problem with the water, so I started to water it with pure water purchased from other cities. The plants in the third stage performed well, and they didn't go crazy and bite people until they matured, so I watered and fertilized them boldly and put them The cultivation is exceptionally strong."

"Three days after the picking period, two healthy cabbages beat five people next door, broke the ribs of two of them, and perforated one of them's eardrum."

"It's really...very strong." Schiller could only comment in this way, and then he asked a little curiously: "Where is the problem?"

Pamela shook her head with a dazed look on her face. She said: "Not only the water and sunlight, but also the air in the third batch of samples, but they all went crazy at the same time."

"I sent all the data to every botanist I know and they didn't have a clue, I even asked All Green, but since that day, he hasn't responded to the message again. "

Looking at Pamela's blank and sad expression, Harry still couldn't hold back his laughter, and then giggled out of breath until he choked himself.

Schiller reached out to give her a hand, looked at Pamela and asked, "How many cabbages do you grow?"

Pamela showed a hesitant expression, and Schiller leaned forward slightly, showing that he wanted to hear the answer, so Pamela said softly: "Two tons."

Jason almost spit out the food in his mouth, and Schiller was also stunned. He stared at Pamela and asked, "Why did you plant so much?"

"I haven't acquired the power of the green of all things for a long time. I can't control some of the power very well. When I stopped those cabbages from beating people, I used the wrong method. Not only did I not reduce their number, but also let them Split, each leaf of the original sample split into a robust cabbage, so..."

Schiller sighed. He was not surprised that this kind of thing happened in Gotham, but he still asked after a pause, "Have you considered seeking help?"

"Of course, I have consulted many experts in this field, but the situation in Gotham is too special. Except here, I have never heard of any place where plants will go crazy, and they can't help."

"I mean, have you ever considered enlisting the wisdom of Batman?"

Pamela paused while holding the fork. She recalled Schiller's previous topic, showed a suddenly realized expression, and said, "Actually, I went to Bruce before, but I didn't really count on it. He, do you mean that I should let him join my project team, and the two of us will develop together?"

"Miss Pamela, Gotham's agricultural development is an important part of self-sufficiency here. We can't expect the Federation to provide us with the survival resources we need when a disaster occurs. We must produce food ourselves."

Pamela immediately showed a deep expression, she nodded vigorously and said: "Yeah, it seems that I really shouldn't delay any longer, but Batman should be very busy, his brain is faster than his own Still popular, there are too many topics waiting for him to participate in."

"Food is the most important thing for the people. What problem is as important as the food problem?"

Pamela nodded, showing a thoughtful look, repeating Schiller's words in a low voice, as if reciting.

And Schiller added the most important sentence.

"Bruce Wayne's ignorant and uneducated behavior made his father very angry, and his bank card was frozen. How long do you think this young master can endure without money?"

Pamela immediately understood, raised her wine glass and touched it in the air, and the two showed a tacit smile at the same time.

Soon the dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere. On the return journey, Harry tightened the scarf around her neck, looked at Schiller in the co-pilot and asked, "Do you want Pamela to deal with it?" Bruce? But Batman won’t be fooled easily~IndoMTL.com~ Of course Batman won’t, but Bruce will.”

Harry and Jason looked at each other, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes. They always felt that Schiller meant something.

The car drove through the streets of Gotham at night. Gotham was still cold and wet at night, and Elliott, who was disguised as Bruce, had to live in the Kane family on Bliss Street that Thomas had told him before. old house.

This is a rather old house. Its history can be traced back to when Gotham City was first established. Although the building is old, it looks like no one has lived in it. It is likely that the investment property was not sold at the right time. left until now.

Elliot felt sad and indignant about his living conditions. He had been wanted by the FBI for a long time. Relatives divided.

There are some secret properties that only he knows, and he dare not touch them, because Elliott has no way of judging which of them are the bait of the FBI, which they often use to catch those rich people who have fled.

Elliott thought that the years of being wanted were already the bottom of his life. As long as he inherited his property and status through Bruce's appearance, he would naturally let the birds fly.

But it is clear that the sky that Bruce Wayne owns is not as vast as Elliott thought. What is even more sad is that Elliott can still stay in his luxurious manor drinking expensive red wine and spend a lot of time. calm night.

Now, he has to endure the musty smell and damp in the old house, and he can't sleep for a long time with tense muscles on the creaking wooden bed.

Elliott thought, enough is enough, he must find a way to improve his current life.