Chapter 1218

"Clark and I are not ordinary people, and Bruce is Batman. We can be considered to have exchanged secrets, right?"

Diana landed from mid-air, blinked, and smiled. But Bruce turned around and walked back, shaking his head and saying: "This is not fair. You are not ordinary people; this is obvious common sense."

Diana quickly chased behind him and said somewhat unconvinced: "That's because Clark didn't disguise himself well..."

"Do you think you disguised yourself well?" Bruce turned his head to look at her, then let his gaze fall on her wrist. Diana was wearing a sports sweatshirt with long sleeves, but under the sleeves, the metallic luster still flashed.

Diana looked at her wrist following his gaze. She reached out and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the two gorgeous metal bracelets on her arms. She pouted and said: "I just like wearing our national jewelry, can't I?"

"Of course you can, if the gems on it didn't change color, that would be even better."

Diana was choked, but then she became even more unconvinced. She chased after Bruce and said: "Then you being Batman isn't a secret either. The chin Batman reveals is exactly the same as yours!"

"Then the one who wrote the explosive report was Clark, not you. It really is a time without heroes, and a boy becomes famous."

Clark rushed up to pull Diana's already raised fist. The long-haired princess snorted coldly and gathered her black hair behind her ears.

But then, she started studying her bracelets again. While looking at the bracelets, she said with some confusion: "Do the gems on this change color? What color were they originally?... I've been wearing them for at least a hundred years, how come I didn't notice?"

Clark covered his eyes. He walked beside Diana and shook his head: "Haven't you discovered that he is bluffing you?"

Diana opened her eyes wide and said with some confusion: "But I already told you I can fly, the answer has been announced, and he only said he had inferred it long ago. Does it have any meaning?"

"It has no meaning, but he is such a person." Clark lowered his voice and said: "He is a mental patient, don't be serious with him."

"You can be louder, really." Bruce's voice came from the front.

Clark quickened his pace, walked to Bruce's side, and smiled and pulled his arm. Diana rolled her eyes behind and spread her hands.

The three soon returned to the farm cabin. When they returned, most of the sowers had already left. Clark rushed into the garage, only to find that the four tractors were gone.

Clark turned to see Jonathan walking in, followed by a curly-haired, chubby middle-aged man. Clark said with some surprise: "Uncle Treg, why are you here?"

Jonathan sighed deeply and said: "It's all my fault. I didn't check whether those old tractors could still be used before sowing. Now it's good, two of the four tractors are broken."

"I'm really sorry, Clark. I originally said I would leave one for you to let you go and plant a piece of land yourself, but now there are two sowers who haven't been assigned a tractor, so I can only call your Uncle Treg to see if we can fix those two old guys and make do with them."

Jonathan's two eyebrows were originally drooping, looking very kind, but now his brows were completely twisted. He couldn't help but complain: "These two years have really been a bit unlucky. Last year, we caught up with the largest anthrax outbreak in ten years, and the ranch suffered heavy losses."

"This year, the temperature rose slowly, the sowing season was pushed back indefinitely, and the time was short. The old tractors that hadn't broken for many years broke down this year."

Clark knew that his father often had some artistic and philosophical thoughts and was also a somewhat pessimistic person, so he rushed up to hug Jonathan and comforted him.

Bruce walked up and asked: "The tractor is broken? Where is it broken? Maybe it can be repaired."

Clark's eyes suddenly burst into light, looking at Bruce full of hope.

However, Treg, who was standing behind Jonathan, smacked his lips and said: "It's not that I'm saying, Kent, it's not that you don't have money, why do you have to stick to those two old antiques? We all know that the most important thing in the agricultural area is practical value. No matter how commemorative they are, they have to be scrapped."

Jonathan pursed his lips sadly. Treg continued to persuade: "Of course, of course, I know that's what old Kent left behind. You sat on those two tractors and played in the field when you were a child. That's the memory of you, your father, and your brother. But they are indeed too old, and there is really no need to repair them."

Seeing his father's sad expression, Clark pulled Bruce to the back garage. After Bruce saw those two tractors, he shook his head gently.

Even if not a professional, one could see that these two machines were really too old. Not to mention whether there was any need to repair them, even if they spent great efforts to fix them, they would definitely break down again in a few days.

At this time, Martha, who was still wearing an apron, walked out from behind the yard. She came to Jonathan's side and said somewhat reproachfully!

"No one here wants to take away your memories! No one will pull them to the factory to be scrapped. You can watch them here until the end of time, as long as you can get a tractor that can work. Why don't we go buy a new one?"

Martha walked to Jonathan, held his face and said: "Dear, wake up quickly. Precisely because our harvest last year was not good, we must work harder this year to make up for last year's losses!"

Jonathan sighed deeply and said: "Of course I know I can buy a new one, but our losses last year were too great, there was not much working capital, and this year when buying seeds, we looked at new improved varieties, and the budget exceeded again. Where can we get the money to buy a new tractor?"

"Hey! Dad! Did you forget me?" Clark immediately walked up and waved his hand: "The report I wrote some time ago was a hit and earned a lot of money. I paid off the student loan and still have a lot left."

"My God, listen, Jonathan, what is our son saying? He actually wants to use his money to buy a tractor for the family??? Is this silly boy thinking he has grown up?! Don't stimulate your father anymore, he is sad enough." Martha said somewhat exaggeratedly, but she just didn't want Clark to spend money.

Clark sighed helplessly. He had to look at Treg and said: "Recently, it is spring plowing. Large cities in Kansas should have agricultural machinery trading markets. Where is the nearest large market? My friends and I will go and look around. If we are lucky, the new tractor will be shipped tomorrow."

Treg walked up and patted Clark's arm: "Every small-town boy has such a day. When you use your own money to add new agricultural machinery to your family's farm, it means you have truly grown up."

"There are only tractor parts sold in small cities near Kent Farm, no good machines. But I heard that there is an exhibition held by major tractor companies in Kansas City. There are the latest models there. You should buy a new machine. Buying second-hand is not a way."

When Clark pulled Bruce and Diana out, Jonathan was still shouting behind: "No! Clark, don't listen to him! Second-hand is very good, new tractors are really too expensive, and they may not be reliable... mainly too expensive! You still have to pay the rent in Metropolis!"

Clark walked out of the garage without looking back and said helplessly: "My father is a person who thinks two cents are expensive. I am very happy to listen to my parents' opinions, except for this point."

Diana smiled and said with empathy: "They are not stingy, nor are they broke, they just hope that every penny can be spent on the blade. My mother is also like this."

"The responsibility they bear is too heavy. They have to be responsible for everyone in this family or this country, so they must be calculating, making every penny spend the greatest value."

Clark stood by the wall and pondered for a while, then said: "Kansas City is still quite far from here. It should be too late to drive there."

After speaking, he and Diana looked at each other, and then put their gaze on Bruce.

Bruce looked at them and said: "Are you trying to make me choose one of you and hold me to fly over?"

"Don't be silly, Bruce." Clark walked slowly to Bruce, hugged his waist, carried him and flew up, and said with a smile: "You have no choice. Letting a lady carry something so heavy is impolite."

Facts have proved that the flight ability that humans dream of is indeed very convenient. Clark and Diana's flying speed is much faster than airplanes, and because of the biological force field, Bruce didn't feel the howling cold wind or weightlessness, and the flight experience was quite comfortable, even stronger than ordinary airplanes.

They landed on a small road in the suburbs of Kansas City. Kansas is vast and sparsely populated, so no one would find them.

After walking for a few more minutes, they finally arrived in the city. Agriculture Week attaches great importance to everything related to agriculture. As soon as they entered the venue, they saw large welcome banners and various road signs, indicating where this agricultural machinery event was held.

Clark reached out and stopped a car driven by a local. As soon as he heard that they were here to buy a tractor, the local driver stepped on the gas pedal and sent them to the entrance of the exhibition in two minutes.

The exhibition is being held at the Kansas City Convention Center. Walking into the gate of the spacious convention center, the scene inside made the three of them stunned.

Countless mechanical beasts stood in the wide exhibition hall. Unlike those luxury sports cars with smooth, simple, and modern lines, every part of the tractor tells the industrial beauty of the birth of mechanical civilization.

Countless large and straightforward parts are combined in a very delicate way, blooming with unparalleled power. This conflict and contradiction are exactly the aesthetic of modern agricultural machinery.

When the three walked into the venue, their heads didn't stop turning. Just after seeing a large and beautiful tractor, they turned their heads and another more violent one attracted their attention.

And finally, in the deepest part of the venue, they saw an unparalleled giant beast. Clark read its name from the information board next to it—"Lamborghini".

In front of this behemoth, three strong humans looked a bit petite. Three heads were raised in unison, eyes staring straight at the tractor's cockpit.

"It's too beautiful." Clark sighed.

"If I must sit in a luxury car for a ride, I hope it's this kind of luxury car." Diana swallowed.

"It's completely different from the cars I own." Bruce also spoke.

"Hey, friends, interested in this big guy? This is a new model that has been well received recently, and this sample car is on sale, with a 2% discount." The guide greeted them enthusiastically.

Clark struggled to move his gaze away a little, glanced at the price on the information board, and instantly, he gasped.

"Its price is also very beautiful." Clark swallowed and said.

Instantly, Clark and Diana turned their heads in unison to look at Bruce. Bruce turned his eyeballs slightly, looked at them, and said:

"Why look at me? I'm not interested in tractors, Lamborghini won't work either... No, I won't buy it."

Gotham, in the ward of Wayne Hospital, Thomas, who was still wearing an oxygen mask, looked at the thick stack of account books in his hand, his brows wrinkled very deeply.

The first thing he did when he woke up was of course to see where his son spent the astronomical figures. So he asked the secretary to bring the complete bill, and by the way, checked Bruce's account.

Staring at the series of expenditures for building raw materials, Thomas seemed to have some realization, and his mood eased a little.

At this time, the red-haired Morey knocked on the door, walked in with a stack of paper in his hand, and said:

"Mr. Wayne, this is the bank statement of Mr. Bruce you wanted. Their computer had some problems before, and the data was just retrieved and printed out."

Thomas nodded, put down the other account books, and first looked at the stack of bank statements.

Bank statements are arranged from new to old. Therefore, Thomas saw the latest consumption at a glance.

Then, a voice that was first angry and then confused sounded in the room:

"Lamborghini…………tractor???!"