Chapter 26: Wow, Starting as a Soul King!

In Gotham City, Wayne Enterprises is undoubtedly the top comprehensive enterprise; getting hired there basically allows one to slightly fantasize about a wonderful future life in Gotham.

If given the chance to join, a normal person would basically never refuse an invitation from Wayne Enterprises. After all, it counts as the best starting point for fantasies of promotion, salary increase, becoming a high official, marrying a rich and beautiful woman, and reaching the peak of life.

So Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at the System.

"I feel that this moment is the starting point of my successful life."

"After detection, the basic requirements for technical department staff at Wayne Enterprises include proficiency in some intermediate mechanical skills, some intermediate programming skills, some intermediate physics skills, and other skills. You do not possess the professional skills and qualifications corresponding to this job. If you force your way in, you will be unable to earn Asset Points through work."

So Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at Lu Lu Xiusi.

"Sorry, I can't do it. Goodbye."

Laugh to death; Ma Ma Zhaodi's current Asset Points were not even five hundred. Besides the initial wheelchair overhaul and Advanced Wheelchair Driving Proficiency at the start, he had subsequently used them to buy Basic Driving Proficiency and Basic Firearm Usage Proficiency.

These two skills cost five hundred and fifteen hundred respectively, using up two thousand dollars of Asset Points. To buy all the skills required to join the technical department, Ma Ma Zhaodi would need to save for at least a few more months.

No way; this is Gotham. Without the ability to drive and shoot, one cannot maintain daily life. Even if Ma Ma Zhaodi drove his super-high-speed wheelchair to and from work every day, he was still chased and shot at by a group of crazy hooligans on the evening streets, and eventually even his wheelchair was snatched.

Hearing Ma Ma Zhaodi's answer, Lu Lu Xiusi had no special reaction, simply smiled, and asked, "You haven't even asked about the details of this job before directly refusing?"

"I know my own situation," Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed. "Without a diamond drill, one cannot undertake porcelain work. I'm afraid I cannot handle this job, so I'll continue being your waiter—regarding compensation, I don't know what to ask for; is giving money directly okay?"

"Of course. I personally will pay you fifty thousand dollars as compensation, which will be transferred to your account very soon."

People at Wayne Enterprises really are rich; selling a few flowers for fifty thousand dollars.

Unfortunately, this fifty thousand does not count as normal labor compensation, so the Asset Points in the System did not increase.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ma Ma Zhaodi. If you have any clues regarding this plant, you are welcome to find me anytime."

"Definitely next time." Ma Ma Zhaodi waved his hand: "Goodbye, Lu Lu Xiusi."

"Alright, alright. Although I'm not quite clear on how you managed to get so much money, in any case, you want to buy a car, right?"

"I already said it was from a normal transaction." Ma Ma Zhaodi corrected: "Don't use that tone that easily causes misunderstandings, okay? I can be called the most law-abiding person in all of Gotham; giving me a five-star Good Citizen rating wouldn't be an exaggeration."

Drake selectively ignored his words and muttered to himself: "Prepare a car to park in Gotham's East District tonight. Too new, can't buy; too expensive, can't buy; not sturdy enough, can't buy. Thinking carefully, your wages for this week are enough to buy a cheap second-hand junk; anything more expensive isn't safe."

"So the real place where buying a car costs money is actually a safe parking spot?"

Drake glanced at him: "What crazy talk is that? Where in the East District is there a safe parking spot? Even the Falcone family doesn't have the ability to offer this service."

"Then what if my car gets stolen?"

"A junk second-hand car can last at least a year. Even if it gets stolen in half a year, will you feel heartache?"

"Well, it cost over two thousand dollars after all, so I would still feel a bit of heartache."

This statement was actually a bit of saying one thing but meaning another. A junk car worth over two thousand dollars; as long as it could move, it was a hundred points. If there was a car accident, it would be blamed on one's own poor driving skills.

It didn't even complain that I was poor; how could I complain that it was broken?

"Hey, Drake, here to buy a car?"

"Yeah, do you have anything reliable? Something for over two thousand dollars is fine."

Seeing how familiar Drake was with the car dealer, Ma Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"You even have connections with car dealers?"

Drake shrugged: "When I first came to Gotham, I came by car. Who do you think I sold my car to behind me?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi understood. Taking advantage of the car dealer turning around to lead the way, he quietly asked Drake: "Is this person conscientious?"

Drake gave a strange look: "What crazy talk is that? Where in the East District is there a conscientious car dealer?"

"Then you..."

"Of course I got ripped off. After that, I immediately took loss-cutting measures."

"Did you pull a gun and fight him?"

"No. From that day on, I took on a part-time job as an East District vehicle salesperson, specifically responsible for bringing people here to buy and sell cars. I split the profits fifty-fifty with the car dealer."

Okay, Drake didn't pull a gun, but he really did work with him.

"Well, you are truly a bad guy."

"Anyway, they will get ripped off at all the car dealers in the East District. Getting ripped off by me might mean losing a little less."

"Then if I come here to buy a car..."

"Haha." At this point, Drake revealed a confident smile: "Brothers, on my account, he will rip you off a little less."

"Isn't that still getting ripped off!"

At this moment, the car dealer, smiling broadly, led them to a car.

"This is a newly arrived car. Functions are normal, the appearance has only a dozen or so small bumps, it feels comfortable to drive, and it's Russian-made, sturdy and durable. On Drake's account, we only charge you two thousand two hundred dollars. How about it?"

Before Ma Ma Zhaodi could answer, Drake spoke up first: "What's the problem?"

"Hey, what do you take me for!" The car dealer's face suddenly darkened: "Given our friendship, could I rip off your friend? Let him get in and test it! If problems are found, I'll immediately swap it for another one!"

Hearing this, Ma Ma Zhaodi took the keys, climbed into the car, skillfully started the ignition, shifted gears, and drove out. After testing the driving feel and checking the vehicle's interior, he confirmed that the car only had severe tire wear; the engine, brakes, steering wheel, and seats were all fine, making him somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that Drake was actually reliable for once?

Watching Ma Ma Zhaodi's actions, the car dealer breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, then patted his chest and shouted loudly: "I said it! This car has absolutely no problems—"

"Pfft"

At this moment, Drake turned on the car's air conditioning, and a stream of crimson fog immediately blew out, mixed with a wet smell of blood.

"..."

The car dealer's mouth immediately closed.

"Johnny, tell the truth." Drake's eyes were unfriendly: "What exactly is wrong with this car?"

"Ahem, this car had a small accident before."

Ma Ma Zhaodi immediately understood; this damn car came with a Soul Ring.

"How many times has this been sold?"

"Fifth time."

(End of this chapter)