What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 102 Superman: Going to Work for the First Time (4000-word chapter)
"Hey, big guy!"

Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:

"Do you think you look a bit like the flying man named Superman in this report you are writing now?"

So the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Let's go back in time to 30 minutes ago.

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Perry White is the editor-in-chief of The Daily Planet.

He always felt:
Beating a worker means beating a worker.

For a newspaper, the behind-the-scenes financial backers can never be offended, although he himself does not abide by this code. Approved news.

However, these news made the newspaper a lot of money in the end, which is why he was promoted all the way and became the youngest editor-in-chief in the history of the Planetary Daily at the age of 30, instead of being kicked out.

No matter who the newspaper is sold to, he still needs to make a profit, doesn't he?And he, Perry White, was the only genius who could sell newspapers.

So at some point, as long as he is sure that his choice is not wrong, he can completely ignore the request of the behind-the-scenes funder, or simply cut it first and play later.This set he has played countless times in his ten years of newspaper career.

And every time he played, he won.

In fact, Perry White thinks he is extremely smart, intelligent, wise and courageous... (more than 5000 words are omitted below), while most of his employers seem stupid, full of fat, (5000 words are omitted below) and not Too smart to look at, most of them know nothing about the newspaper industry and are complete laymen.

But that doesn't mean employers' opinions don't matter.

In fact, the more stupid the layman is, the more likely he is to do bad things. They often lack creative talent and talent, but have a soft spot for messing things up and have a lot of talent.

So our editor-in-chief, Perry White, has developed his own way of dealing with employers.

Convince the majority of employees, establish your own prestige, build your own kingdom, prove yourself always right in practice again and again, manage the Planet Daily like an iron bucket, and weaken the employer's internal influence in the Planet Daily as much as possible The right to speak and influence, to minimize the impact of their stupid decisions.

No matter how many times the Daily Planet has changed hands, he's always done it.

Even if the current patron has changed from Morgan Edge, the president of the Galaxy Broadcasting System, to Bruce Wayne, the most famous diamond king in Gotham City.

This guy is no different from those donors he has seen before, they are all idiots who don't understand journalism at all - well, except for Morgan Edge, this guy is the donor who understands journalism the most. The acquisition of the Daily Planet was an attempt to challenge his authority.

It took him a lot of energy to thwart the other party's evil plot (the so-called "conspiracy" is only what the editor-in-chief White thinks).

Perry White was in a daze, then shook his head quickly.

But obviously, a troublesome character like the other party will never appear for a second time, and Bruce Wayne will definitely not be such a powerful character.

At this time, he was standing in front of the Daily Planet with a large group of various reporters, preparing to welcome Bruce Wayne's visit.

He raised his wrist and looked at the watch in his hand, and then saw the other party's stretched Lincoln luxury car slowly approaching from the side of the street——

The timing was just right, and he'd expected a famous playboy like Bruce Wayne to be late.

Wait, a stretched Lincoln?

This is a stretched luxury car with a longer body than a standard car, with more seats and more room.

Why would Bruce Wayne come here in such a luxury car?

Perry White thought of the rumors about the other party's playboy, and his face suddenly turned dark. If the other party brought down a large group of beautiful women from the car later, the reputation of the Planet Daily would be ruined!

Surely his competitors would rush to report this anecdote and laugh loudly, wouldn't they be so outrageous?

Then he saw the car door open, and Bruce Wayne stepped down from it alone, with only an old butler by his side.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen.

Perrywhite was relieved to see Bruce Wayne wearing a - uh... what?
The other party was wearing a dodo-like pink mink, lined with a Hawaiian checkered shirt.

He was wearing cool shorts, a pair of bamboo and rattan slippers on his feet, toad sunglasses on his face, his mouth was split to the ear, and he let out a silly laugh.

Look at this guy's face, he's obviously the kind of rich idiot.

Do you think you came to the metropolis for vacation?
And the old butler behind him, what age is it, and he is still dressed like an old British butler in the 20s, what do you think you are doing, filming a TV series?

The editor-in-chief of the Planet Daily, Perry White, complained inwardly, but still with a warm smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to the other party: "Dear Mr. Wayne, welcome to Metropolis!"

Then he was stuffed with a hand of banknotes.

?

Who do you think I am?

Gas, shaking, cold.

This is downright insulting!

Do I, Perry White, really think I've never seen money?

How can you insult me ​​like this!
Perry White originally wanted to say this loudly, but he only said one word, and saw the old butler behind Bruce Wayne take out another tall wad of money from the box, and threw it in his pocket again. arms.

"I×&%￥#@..."

Editor-in-Chief White's language module was loaded into chaos for a moment, and then he suddenly became sober in the next second.

This is a power grab!Total power grab!

The eyes of the shrewd and capable editor-in-chief White suddenly became sharp.Those who come from the other party are not kind, and those who are kind will not come.

The desire for power of the power freak was activated in an instant, making him quickly get rid of his greed for money.

In just a few seconds, he quickly adjusted his mental construction.

In the face of such a money offensive, few people can hold themselves, but he happens to be one of them...

perhaps.

"No, I'm not that kind of person."

He forced himself to speak.

He forced himself not to look at the stack of bills.He knew that the change in his expression just now made Bruce Wayne see the clue, so he used more money to gag him.

It was a mistake, and he won't make it again.

He stuffed the pile of money back into the old housekeeper's box at a very fast speed, and then took away the first small pile of money symbolically: "Thank you very much, Mr. Wayne, you are so kind .”

"But I don't get paid for nothing, I don't deserve too much money, I'm not such a casual person."

He turned his head forcibly, feeling his heart twitching.

Then he turned his head and saw Steve Lombard, a sports reporter from the Daily Planet, eagerly approached him: "Mr. Wayne! Nice to meet you!"

Lombard was a good-sized ex-pro until he suffered comminuted fractures in both legs and knees in a car accident.So he went back to college, earned a degree in journalism, and joined the Daily Planet, where he was in charge of the sports section.

——The above is his past resume.

Now, in Perrywhite's eyes, our Mr. Lombard has become a dog waiting to be fed.

Then in the next second, he was overwhelmed by a large stack of banknotes.

"Great, whether it's human or not tonight, I can—"

Alfred pulled out more money from the box.

Our editor-in-chief White watched helplessly as the old butlers threw banknotes at them one by one.The reporters he brought with him burst into joy.

"Okay." He said to him a little angrily, "Want to visit the interior, Mr. Wayne?"

He didn't even want to continue the greeting.

They walked into the Daily Planet together.

Satisfied, the sports reporter stuffed the banknotes into his trouser pocket one by one, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and then a burst of guilt welled up in his heart.

After taking so much money, I always feel that I have to help out with something.

While the editor-in-chief and Mr. Wayne were still talking, he turned his head and saw that the old housekeeper who gave him the money was trying to carry the box behind his back, so he immediately said:

"It must be very tiring for an old man like you to carry so much money. Let me help you."

"I can help you with..."

He put his hands on the box and tugged hard.

Did not move.

He exerted all his strength, the muscles in his arms twitched, and the box was lifted up a little.

He already felt his spine groaning.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lombard~"

He heard the old butler say to him in an English accent: "But I'm afraid I can do my work myself."

Then he saw the other party lift the box with one hand, put it on his body, and gently and delicately stood behind Bruce Wayne.

The box was like a building block in the hands of the skinny old man.

The sports reporter looked at his arm suspiciously, he was a little confused.

"That doesn't make sense," he muttered.

"The Daily Planet has..."

Perry White waved the less important reporters back to their posts to prevent them all from being overwhelmed by Bruce Wayne's money push.

He took a few editor-in-chiefs with identities, and continued to accompany Bruce Wayne in the huge office group: "We have more than..."

Before he could start his tirade, Bruce Wayne whispered to him:
"Stop, tell me where Clark Kent is first."

Editor-in-Chief White blinked.He had already guessed that the other party would ask this question.

Since the Daily Planet was acquired by Bruce Wayne some time ago, the other party has put forward a special request to him:

Priority is given to recruiting a farm boy from Kansas as an employee, with no educational qualifications, aged about 20 to 30 years old, which is too obvious. Report a name so that I can be hired directly.

"I put him in the same office as Louis Lane," said editor-in-chief White.

Then he called back: "Miss Lane, Miss Lane?

The black-haired beauty who followed them a few steps quickly stepped forward, then stretched out her hand, and said somewhat cautiously: "Hi, I'm Louis Lane. I'm very happy..."

But Bruce Wayne didn't shake her hand, and she had another wad of money in her hand.

The shrewd Louis felt his tongue was starting to get a little knotted.It was the subject of the handshake that she could only forcibly brush past, saying:

"Come with me, Mr. Wayne, and let me introduce them to you."

Editor-in-Chief White made room for Louis to lead them into the office: "Everyone, stop what you're doing. This is our behind-the-scenes funder, Boss Bruce Wayne—"

His voice disturbed the quiet of the office, and Jimmy Olsen looked up from the thick document.

But Chen Tao ignored him, and he floated directly to Clark Kent's desk, unable to hide his inner excitement.

But soon Chen Tao hid his emotions again, pretending to concentrate on what he wrote on the table.

Louis gave editor-in-chief White a questioning look, and the other side shrugged.

Suddenly interrupted, the Kansas boy froze, and then showed a shy smile.

Chen Tao reached out and took away the manuscript he was writing. Clark's hand flickered for a moment, but immediately returned to the original place, allowing the manuscript to be taken away.

"Well, the mysterious trapeze shows up in Metropolis to fight crime? You call him Superman?"

Perry White walked over quickly: "Newcomer, I told you, what we want is news, not urban legends, you can't..."

"it's okay no problem."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Tao reaching out his hand.

"Hey, big guy!"

Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:

"Do you think you look a bit like the flying man named Superman in this report you are writing now?"

So the smile on his face suddenly froze.

???

"Have it?"

Clark Kent immediately adjusted the biological position to the maximum silently, and then showed an innocent smile on his face: "I don't think it looks like it at all."

His biological stance can distort the perception of others, making them faceblind to him.Clark Kent is very sure that no matter how you look at it, no one should associate him with that flying man!
They are two completely different people!

"Take off your glasses."

He heard Bruce Wayne say, "Come on."

Clark did as he did, and he turned up the biological stance again, trembling slightly due to too much force.

Chen Tao lifted up the photo on the manuscript and placed it side by side next to Clark's face.

"Yes."

Clark heard the other say, "You are Superman."

???

Clark's super brain fell into chaos.

"You really know how to joke." He stumbled and said, "How could I..."

Jimmy Olsen leaned over: "It's true, Mr. Wayne, I think... um... They're not the same at all."

Chen Tao was noncommittal.

"What do you think, Miss Lane?"

Louis Lane seemed a little baffled, but she still said, "I don't think so at all..."

Snapped!
But before she finished speaking, there was a thick stack of banknotes in front of her eyes.

Alfred flashed back into the corner.

Chen Tao turned his head and asked her, "Do you think they resemble each other now?"

"...I think Clark Kent looks exactly like Superman."

"Ah, Mr. Wayne, no matter what they say..."

Snapped!
Jimmy Olsen was also stuffed with a wad of bills.

"That's right, Clark Kent is no different from Superman!"

Clark stared at his two colleagues dumbfounded.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Stacks of banknotes were distributed to everyone present.

And finally, a wad of banknotes was thrown in front of Clark Kent.

"I think you are Superman."

"Indeed."

"No problem."

"They look exactly alike!"

There was echoing voice all around.

Clark Kent grabbed the banknote in a daze, and then showed a helpless look on his face.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I am Superman."

He said.

(End of this chapter)