hotmtlnovel Chapter 2524: Xiao Xiao Down (8)
Chapter 2524: Xiao Xiao Down (8)
Chapter 2524: Xiao Xiao Down (VIII)
Soon Schiller put some small items where they should be, and with the help of Victor and Pamela, he put the finishing touches on the office. The office was almost tidy. They still had to check on the classrooms.
Here Victor parted with them, because Victor was more anxious to see the laboratory and made several phone calls in order to get the laboratory open in advance. Anna also seemed to want to see the supercomputer in the new campus.
That’s right, the Wayne Group, which was still wealthy at the time, placed a supercomputer directly in the school, but it was not located in the main teaching campus. Instead, it was located in the comprehensive experimental area next to the school, where most of the important equipment and high-risk laboratories were located.
Lex and Clark set about their plan to pluck the bald eagle together and hurried away.
Pamela was in a hurry to go back to take care of her plants, but was stopped by Schiller and had to go with Schiller to see the classroom.
"Professor, I'm really in a hurry. The two dogs at the gate are still wandering around. I don't know when they will rush into my laboratory. If the shelf falls down again, this deal will really fall through. Without the 2000 commission, I will definitely not be able to pay the insurance."
Pamela kept nagging, trying to get out of Schiller's place. Schiller took his time, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "Do me a favor, and you don't have to pay me back."
"Really?!" Pamela's eyes lit up immediately. She looked at Schiller and said, "What can I help you with? Make sure you complete the task!"
"Please help me find a real estate agent to see if there are any cheaper houses in the South District. This is my phone number." Schiller handed the note to Pamela.
Pamela was a little confused. She glanced at the note in her hand, then looked at Schiller and said, "A cheaper house? Why don't you ask the agent yourself? Will he give me a cheaper price if I ask?"
"Of course I'm not looking for a normal agent." Schiller cleared his throat and said, "Don't tell me that all the black agents will die out in such a short time."
Pamela opened her mouth slightly and looked at Schiller and said, "You want to find a black agent, right?! You know what they do!"
"So I just want a new house. They can't just rip the owner off and then sell it to me. That's not the era anymore."
Pamela still frowned in confusion. She said, "I know everyone's financial situation is not good. It's still a bit difficult to buy a house in the South District with a professor's salary. Does that mean I have to buy it there? There are plenty of good houses in the East District. For the same price, you can even buy a building in the nearby areas."
"I know you mean well, miss, but don't forget my next plan. I want to open a psychological clinic right where I live. The client base is very important."
"Oh my God." Pamela sighed, and then said in disbelief, "Oh my God..."
"Why so surprised?"
"It's hard to say." Pamela shook her head and said, "I don't know whether it's more surprising that you plan to put the office in your home, or that you actually consider the customer base in order to make money."
"I've already told you, this is not the era anymore," Schiller said with a gentle smile.
Pamela looked at him blankly, then smiled and said, "Professor, you look relaxed, that's great."
"My wallet is a lot tighter than mine, so can you find something suitable?" Schiller asked.
"I will try my best, but you'd better be prepared. The houses in the hands of these black agents must have various problems to sell at a low price. Many problems are irreversible and cannot be saved. I'm afraid the living quality..."
"I believe I have the solution to most problems, don't I?"
Pamela agreed. Schiller just didn't have enough money now, but that didn't mean he didn't have the ability. There was nothing in this city that he couldn't solve. On the contrary, this cheap house with problems was more suitable for him. Anyway, no problem was a problem for him.
"But why me?" Pamela asked, "I think it's better to ask Harley for this matter. Although we are both locals, her street connections are much more extensive than mine."
"Because she's rich," Schiller said. "If I said I wanted to buy a house, she would just give me one."
Pamela nodded and agreed. In fact, Harry was a very generous person, and her generosity was proportional to her clever little brain, which she used in business.
Thinking of this, Pamela said, "Do you think I could get her to invest in my plant breeding business?"
“Didn’t you have an investor before?”
"Yes, but that guy withdrew his investment because his own business was not doing well. We now mainly rely on sending ornamental plants to a few old customers. We were planning to make a splash at the governor's inauguration ceremony."
"I don't think you have to give up this path, but if you want Harry to invest, you can consider the proposal of the debt collection company."
"Really? Are you serious?" Pamela was very confused. She said, "I was just joking. It's too crazy to lead a group of plants to collect debts."
"Aren't there enough bizarre things in this city? And don't you know that Harley likes this kind of crazy things?" Schiller shook his head helplessly and said, "She even gave Jason and Jack a large sum of money respectively and asked them to perform the Joker kidnapping Robin."
Pamela slapped her forehead and said, "Why didn't Batman kill her!... Well, I can only say that I will try. It's no problem to let plants attack people, but it's too difficult to completely control them. They don't have brains and can't make such complex judgments."
Not long after Pamela left, Schiller received a mysterious call from someone who claimed to be a real estate agent, but Schiller knew without hesitation that it was not a legitimate agent.
"Well, sir, I don't know who you are, but since you can find me these days, I believe you have the ability to buy those houses and live in them."
"I don't have many houses in the South District. The security there is good, there are almost no homicides, and even fewer tragic ones. Most homeowners are unwilling to lower the price, so..."
"Get to the point," Schiller said. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to hang up."
The other party coughed twice and said, "There is indeed a house with problems that we can't solve. If you have some skills, you can go and take a look. The seller is eager to sell it now. I can negotiate a minimum of 70% off for you."
“How is the agency fee calculated?”
"The other party will pay for the agency fee, but you must go through the formal purchase process, and you still have to pay the property tax. You can go and take a look tonight, but I have to warn you that three people who wanted to buy the house before were scared away."
"Scary away? Is the house in a bad condition?"
"No, this house is haunted. I'm not kidding. You'll know when you go there. If you don't want to know, give me a call. That's it. Goodbye."
After the other party hung up the phone, Schiller frowned and thought, is there a house in Gotham that can't be sold because it is haunted?
The ghosts that Gotham people fear the most are poor ghosts. As long as the price is low enough, there are plenty of people willing to go there even if it is a dangerous place. If it were just some small-scale supernatural events or someone pretending to be a ghost, they would have been beaten up long ago. The fact that it has survived to this day shows that this haunting situation is not ordinary.
The other party wants me to go tonight instead of right now, which means that there might be a ghost at night. However, there is no saying in the West that there is a lot of yin energy at night. Could it be some nocturnal creature?
This is actually very possible, because although the pollution situation in Gotham has improved a lot now, the King of the Seagulls is still flying in the sky every day, and the species that have mutated in the past are not so easy to deal with, and one of them might sneak into the house.
However, Schiller really had to prepare well for the supernatural event that could scare away all the people in Gotham, so after leaving the classroom, he returned to the manor, put away his wrinkled clothes, put on a long windbreaker that he hadn't worn for a long time, and prepared to go and check it out tonight.
Unfortunately, it started raining again near the evening, and Schiller also received a visitor, Oswald Cobblepot, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Schiller opened the door for him and handed him the bucket of umbrellas. Cobert looked at Schiller in surprise and said, "What's the matter, Professor? Did your housekeeper ask for leave?"
"No, he has returned to England." Schiller said, "I am the only one in the manor now. Please come in."
Cobert walked in and found that the manor was in the same state as usual. He turned back to Schiller and said, "Is today a special day? Why aren't you wearing a suit?"
"Shouldn't suits be worn only on special occasions?"
Cobblepot was obviously amused by the joke. He smiled and said, "Of course it's like that to other people. You look like you're going out for exercise. What's the matter?"
Schiller could clearly tell that Cobert was asking if anyone had offended him, but he shook his head and said, "I'm just going to the South District to look at houses. There might be dust in the new house, so change into clothes that won't get damaged easily. Please take a seat."
After Cobblepot sat down, he looked at Schiller and said, "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen? Or did Bruce fail to send you the paper recently?"
"All of them, what are you doing here at this time?"
"Well, my mother's illness has almost recovered, but because I'm busy running for mayor recently, I guess she might have some separation anxiety and her mental state is not very good, so I want to make an appointment for psychological treatment here."
"Of course, no problem, but I will probably not be in this manor soon. I will have someone send you the new address when the time comes."
"Which district is the new address in?"
"If nothing goes wrong, it will be in the South District." Schiller nodded and said, "It should be not far from your mother's residence."
"That would be great. Should we continue to charge by the session as usual, or should we adopt a more fair hourly rate?"
Schiller looked at him strangely. Cobert rubbed his hands, smiled sheepishly and said, "I heard from Professor Victor that you wanted to buy a house."
"So you came here on purpose to give me the medical expenses?"
"Not really." Cobert sighed and said, "When my mother got older... I don't know how to put it, she started to change a little, always reminiscing about the time when my father and I were young."
"Have you been to a regular hospital for a checkup? Is this a sign of Alzheimer's disease?"
"I checked it out, but the doctor said it wasn't her fault. My mother hasn't shown any signs of not recognizing people, having trouble concentrating, or having memory loss. She simply feels that my father and I owe her a lot."
"Is that true?"
Cobert nodded and said, "At least my father owed her. When she married into the family, the Cobert family was still prosperous, but soon my father encountered an accident and the family fell into poverty, which made her live a hard life for a long time."
"She blames it on my father not listening to her, so she keeps talking about it, no matter how much I try to persuade her it's no use. I've tried to get her to develop some new hobbies, but it's always difficult to get her to go out."
"She's against you running for mayor?"
Cobblepot showed an awkward expression again, staring into Schiller's eyes for a while before saying, "You can't hide anything from me, Professor. In fact, she strongly objects to it. She says it will follow in my father's footsteps."
(End of this chapter)