[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-110":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2322678,4544,"Chapter 110: The Gotham Longzhong Dialogue (Part 2)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>Developing tourism in Gotham?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone had said this to Bruce before, he’d have suggested they go check their brain at Arkham Asylum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell would dare come to Gotham for tourism?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone actually came, they could just buy a one-way ticket—there’d be no need for a return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Bruce’s surprise, his friends around him didn’t seem shocked at all; in fact, many supported the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, Gotham’s natural conditions aren’t bad, right? Our latitude isn’t high, it’s not cold, we have a humid subtropical monsoon climate, no tornadoes or other natural disasters, and we’ve got a golden beach—the quality of which ranks among the best on the entire East Coast…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course, I know gambling isn’t much better—gamblers aren’t nobler than junkies—but isn’t it still better than drug trafficking, arms dealing, and smuggling dangerous goods?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harvey took a sip of his drink, then patted Bruce on the shoulder. “You haven’t even graduated college—you still think the world is black and white, that for Gotham to improve, it has to improve all at once…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But realistically, that’s impossible. In fact, from today’s perspective, it’s impossible for Gotham to become truly good—it’s either rotten, or more rotten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the sheer number of jobs casinos can provide will reduce unemployment. When more legitimate positions appear, the likelihood of gang violence and turf wars decreases, and stability improves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s good for any city—even if I don’t think Gotham will ever become as normal as Diwang City, it’s definitely going to be much better than it is now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce understood the logic—he was a genius, he could see the benefits of this industrial transformation and upgrading, and even the Wayne family would benefit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still found it utterly absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruce’s attitude toward Gotham was deeply pessimistic—he knew better than anyone how rotten the city was, and he had never expected it to improve in any way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now it wasn’t improving—it was just switching to a different, worse path, like going from a dead end to an even more dead end, turning black into a garish, colorful black, transforming from the City of Crime into the Gaudy City of Crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the linkage between Gotham and Chicago had already brought some changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone knows, smuggling transit requires warehouses for storage, and cooperation with Chicago greatly expanded smuggling routes, increasing the volume of goods—and thus requiring more warehouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To build warehouses, you need land. Everyone wanted a bigger slice of the growing pie, so the Twelve Families launched a frantic land-grabbing spree, doubling the price of land in Gotham’s suburbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you can’t just buy the land—you can’t make warehouses appear out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To build warehouses, you need designers to draw plans, construction crews to build, inspectors to check, laborers to move goods, and transporters to haul them—this alone created thousands of new jobs out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And some dangerous chemical smuggled goods require special storage, like low-temperature warehouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victor never imagined he’d receive 89 job offers in a single week, each offering a salary so high it blinded him—enough to freeze his wife until the next century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he pulled several all-nighters to earn extra cash until he collapsed from exhaustion, and finally called his classmates to tell them to come to Gotham and make big money, he himself wondered if he’d gone mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden expansion of smuggling channels was like a massive cake, and the rule was: quick hands get it, slow hands get nothing. To grab the biggest slice, you had to build the supporting infrastructure faster than anyone else. After seeing this, the gang bosses didn’t wait for other industries to cooperate—they rushed to build the infrastructure ahead of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham’s docks, untouched for decades, were suddenly bustling with construction. To accommodate larger ships, they began considering funding a deep-water pier; to speed up cargo transfer, land reclamation projects were put on the agenda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since you’re trading with global supply sources, you need planes. The moment the mayor’s office hinted at the idea, every major gang moved swiftly, declaring that building Gotham was everyone’s duty, and offering to handle the airport project themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They soon realized air transport was also highly profitable. While bulk goods were better shipped by sea, precision equipment and small devices moved faster and safer by air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air transport required larger airports, more warehouses, and faster internal logistics systems—meaning more land, more warehouse builders, more professional managers, and more skilled technicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yawenba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham’s local labor force was limited, and most were already members of various gangs. Gotham was gradually shifting toward a situation where jobs waited for people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, people realized the reason there were so many jobs but not enough workers wasn’t because Gotham had few people—it was because they weren’t skilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even laborers needed to learn proper lifting techniques—otherwise, after half a morning’s work, they’d collapse, and no one would show up in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to Gotham’s inadequate basic education, most people grew up as street thugs—useless at everything, incapable of learning anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang bosses realized this generation was beyond saving—they’d have to start with the next. If I need truck drivers, I’ll open a driving school. If I need air traffic controllers, I’ll open an aviation training school. Even the docks need loaders—two lessons and they’re ready to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All minors between fourteen and eighteen, stop wandering the streets all day—get to class. Don’t you know we’re short on workers right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know what? In this hellhole called Gotham, using gang methods to spread education was incredibly effective—because in any three-person household, at least one member was a gang member; most had two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your boss tells you there are plenty of jobs waiting to be filled with pay. But your kid’s still roaming the streets, causing trouble every day. Almost all gang parents chose to drag their children home, beat them, and shove them into a trade school—better they learn something, even if they never master it, than keep causing trouble outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, these schools were basically just open spaces with someone who knew something, gesturing and explaining—how much you understood depended entirely on your insight, and practical experience was the only real teacher. They weren’t even schools in any real sense—just barely out of medieval oral transmission. But something was better than nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the Twelve Families with foresight had already started thinking: if they could establish schools exclusive to their own families, training a cadre of specialized personnel loyal only to them, wouldn’t that put them a whole era ahead of the others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they hired better teachers with high salaries to train stronger professional managers, their industries would outperform others, and they’d claim a larger share of the pie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This idea hadn’t been implemented immediately, because Gotham’s “wait-and-see” culture had lasted for decades—Gotham people had no habit of education or being educated; their investment in education was nearly zero. No one dared risk it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as this industrial model developed, they’d realize the core was education—they’d see that the vast sums spent hiring outside technicians could be better invested in training locals and their own loyalists, yielding not just skilled workers but also immense reputational gains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older generation, including Falcone, had already seen the future: the 21st century would be an era of talent cultivation—competition ultimately came down to who could produce more and stronger talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once this relatively advanced model was introduced, clever people constrained by the times would quickly complete the rest. So it was no surprise that Old Man Falcone was the first to take the lead in establishing a family school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this school wasn’t for commoners—it was for the Falcone family’s descendants. They would study elite courses to better manage the family’s resources in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every member of the Falcone family wanted their children admitted—entering the school meant entering the Old Man’s sight. If they excelled, they might be assigned higher positions, rising further and higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Man’s small move couldn’t escape the notice of the other families. Though the school had only seven students and met in a parlor of the Falcone estate, the other twelve families had learned one thing over the years: copy, and that’s it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gotham Longzhong Dialogue, initiated by Shiler, refined by Falcone, and jointly launched by all Gotham gangs, produced astonishing results in its early implementation, stunning everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People resist reform not because they oppose the benefits reform brings, but because they resist drastic changes in how benefits are distributed and how lifestyles change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a reform doesn’t alter people’s lifestyles—gangs remain gangs, no one’s trying to eliminate them; the Twelve Families remain the Twelve Families, no one’s trying to destroy them—and instead, everyone unites to exchange small investments for a larger share of the pie, everyone sees reform as merely a tool to seize more profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who profit from it are then dragged along, reinvesting their gains into the reform, hoping to claim an even bigger slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, the first step of the Gotham Longzhong Dialogue proved one thing to all of Gotham: even a cesspool can produce gold—the point isn’t the shit; the gold must be real gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re rotten, sure—but making money? That’s not shameful.\u003C\u002Fp>",1545,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7ed545dc0fa9011ff694949dbef0ff14b4fb015f460682c348d9431384e297de","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-111","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-109",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]