Chapter 1226: The Farm of Justice (25)

"In negotiations and games, there is a concept called 'the golden time for maximizing interests with initiative'. Simply put, in a negotiation or a game, the time you have to maximize your initiative is limited."

"You must use your initiative to seize interests as much as possible during this time. Once you miss this time and hesitate when you could have maximized your interests, this negotiation is considered a failure."

In the small house outside the woods, Bruce wrote and drew on the desktop, explaining to the two people with the most concise language why he would suggest that Hal must open his mouth like a lion.

"If two parties are negotiating prices, when you throw out the most favorable chips in your hand, it is often the moment when your initiative is greatest. The other party will feel moved by your chips. This is actually an emotional judgment, but as time goes on, reason will gradually occupy the upper hand."

"Use the other party's momentary heartbeat, and before their reason returns, propose the most favorable conditions for yourself. Even if the other party will lower the price later, the final result will definitely be favorable to you."

"Now, the new interest group wants to shake the status of the old military-industrial complex, so they want to cooperate with you. European countries are unwilling to continue to be harvested and are pessimistic about the future of being unable to divide the Soviet Union. At this time, it is exactly when their emotions are high. No matter how you open your mouth like a lion, there is room for discussion."

Bruce's analysis was very clear, and the examples he gave were easy to understand. Hal nodded, feeling that what he said made sense. Bruce added another sentence:

"The CIA has supported quite a few proxies abroad. Many people actually know the consequences of being a buyer or directly selling the country, so they will take advantage of the time when the United States needs them to seek as much interest for themselves as possible. Everyone is very familiar with this set."

"The aid provider doesn't know Oliver's true identity. I'm afraid they think he is a local in Mexico. As long as Oliver puts on a greedy face of seeking wealth for himself, not only can he relax the other party's vigilance, but he can also accumulate a large amount of wealth in a short time."

"Those proxies who only care about themselves will only deposit this wealth in banks or exchange it for luxury cars and mansions for enjoyment, not knowing at all that this money will eventually flow back to those capitalists, and they are still working for nothing, still the objects being harvested, and no different from the stupid compatriots in their eyes."

"But if Oliver is willing to invest this money in construction, it will naturally be beneficial to what he wants to do," Bruce sighed and said: "The military-industrial complex and Congress will use this trick to eat all over the world because they feel that it is impossible for anyone to be unmoved under huge interests. This is indeed a fact. Noble people are always in the minority. As long as one is shaken, then in the end, it will be riddled with holes."

"But no matter what, the benefits they pay are real. As long as people willing to do practical things can convert this wealth into permanent assets as soon as possible and use this to give others confidence, then they can reduce the probability of them being shaken and form a virtuous cycle."

The more Hal listened, the more he felt it made sense. He was almost impatient to go back and tell Oliver. He stood up and shook hands with Bruce, and said: "Now the situation is urgent, I won't say much about polite words. If there are any problems, I will contact you again."

Bruce nodded and didn't say anything. Hal left in a hurry. On the way back, Clark and Bruce saw Diana looking up at the sky when they reached the door.

Clark frowned, seemingly asking for Bruce's opinion. Bruce took the initiative to walk up and said: "Princess, you should be a demigod of the Olympian pantheon, right?"

Although it was a question, it was a tone of affirmation. Bruce rarely used such a Batman tone to speak.

Diana dropped her gaze on Bruce's face, but didn't show any surprise. The citizens of Amazon possessing special abilities wasn't a secret in the eyes of the upper echelons of international society. Amazon, as a small country, could have such social status, also relying on this.

However, what surprised her a bit was that Bruce directly said the name of the Olympian pantheon. Bruce shook his head and said: "That day, I said the gemstone on your bracelet would change color, I was lying to you, but it wasn't to trick you, just to let you take the initiative to expose the bracelet. I saw the patterns on it had the style of the Greek and Aegean regions, so naturally, I would associate it with the Olympian pantheon."

"You are a good detective," Diana showed an expression of memory.

Clark walked up and said: "You should have seen that both I and the friend who just came to find me have some extraordinary abilities. We are doing some things and must keep them secret from the outside world, but please believe that it is not a bad thing, so please don't tell others."

"Regarding Mexico, right?" Diana looked into Clark's eyes. She walked two steps to Clark's side and looked at his profile and said: "Actually, this is not hard to guess. The progress of the New Democratic Movement that broke out in Jalisco is not normal at all. They won too many battles that shouldn't have been won according to common sense. There must be non-secular forces helping."

"Although I also know that I have no position to block it, and you can't block it at all, I have to remind you that using your special abilities to participate in the situation of human society is not necessarily a good thing. It may be counterproductive," Diana lowered her head slightly, and no one saw the trace of sadness revealed between her eyebrows.

But what surprised Bruce and Clark a bit was that soon Diana raised her head and said with a firm face: "I don't mean to let you not do it. Maintaining justice is everyone's responsibility, regardless of race and ability size."

"It's just that you'd better be cautious. Don't relax your vigilance because you have special abilities. In the world-wide changes, any individual is very small, even if you are a demigod."

Clark's expression softened a bit. He walked up and hugged Diana, then said: "It seems that you have received a lesson, but don't be sad because of this. Each generation has its own path to walk, and don't worry too much. We will try our best to be careful."

"Now, we have truly exchanged secrets," Bruce stepped forward, looked into Diana's eyes, and said: "From now on, I'm afraid that even if you don't want to participate in certain things, you will have to participate."

"My honor," Diana raised an eyebrow and showed the hearty smile she often wore on her face, turned and walked into the house. The voices of the three gradually disappeared into the night of the farm.

"I think we get along very well and will definitely become very good friends."

"I think so too, Bruce, what about you?"

"... Probably."

Accompanied by the subtle chirping of summer insects gradually waking up in the field ridges, another silent night passed. Before dawn the next day, the whole farm began to operate urgently like a huge machine with a set time.

Row after row of tractors drove along the field ridges. On the green and primitive land, traces of human labor began to be gradually stained, seeds full of hope were sown, and expectations for a harvest came from the wind.

With the guidance of a professional tractor technician, the vegetable field that Clark specifically set aside finally got on the right track.

Bruce, who learned the fastest, first hung up the plowing machine and began to plow the land again and again. Because the plot wasn't large, it could be cultivated more finely. The tractor plowed back and forth four times before starting to sow.

The sowing part was carried out by Clark, who was the most experienced. After familiarizing himself with the basic operation of this huge tractor, sowing wasn't difficult for the small-town youth who had done farm work since childhood. Soon, the sowing of this plot of land was completed.

Diana had to drive the car to check the entire field to see if there were any problems with the density and position of the seeds. After all the work was done, a day had passed. Returning to the house of the Kent family, what awaited them were hot meals.

In the next two weeks, the three of them were turning around the fields of the farm. This plot of land wasn't too large, and it was easy to manage, and whether it could produce crops wasn't important. So after finishing the farm work here, the three of them would go to help on the large farm.

Wheat and barley were the top priority of the farm. These were the most important economic crops and couldn't be sloppy at all. But the Lamborghini tractor did indeed help a lot.

This tractor was very large and had plenty of horsepower. Jonathan went to the town to borrow the largest plowing machine. It was more than three times wider than the usual plowing machine, which meant that the tractor could plow three times the plot in the same time from one end to the other, which greatly saved the time of spring plowing.

Everyone knew that the time for spring plowing was invaluable. A large farm of thousands of acres must be sown within half a month. After the best time, for every day late, the crop yield might have to drop by half. "Busy farming can tire people to death" wasn't just a proverb.

All farmers knew that large tractors were easy to use and could reduce a lot of pressure, but not everyone had the money to buy a tractor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. With this money, they could add more valuable things to the farm.

But no one wouldn't envy such a large tractor. When Kent Farm started spring plowing, all the farm owners around came. Looking at Jonathan driving the Lamborghini tractor like a giant beast, dragging a larger plowing machine behind him, and plowing a huge field in less than ten trips, everyone's eyes were full of envy.

Although Jonathan often taught Clark not to like to show off too much, how many farm owners worked all their lives just to show their faces in their hometown? These days, Jonathan was laughing even in his dreams, and Martha couldn't stand his excitement a bit.

It was another night full of laughter despite being exhausted. Bruce climbed up to the attic with his hands and feet, leaned on the bed, and let out a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at his bedside table.

On it were a few newly washed photos, which Jonathan took for them when they finished work today.

The contents of the photos were different. Some were Bruce sitting in the cockpit of the tractor, turning his head to stare at the situation of the seeder behind. Some were Clark carrying two bags of fertilizer walking on the field ridge, and some were Diana holding a newborn lamb like holding a baby.

Although the contents were different, every photo was sunny, vast, and open. Everyone's facial features and expressions were hazy and soft, just like the wind in the spring of Kansas.

Bruce turned to the last photo. The three of them stood side by side on the field ridge, with the vast Kent Farm behind them.

Clark, standing on the far left, was holding Bat-cat, wearing sunglasses, and wearing a floral shirt. Diana was wearing plaid shirts and overalls, and both of them were full of smiles.

And Bruce, standing in the middle, was wearing a sweatshirt with a puppy pattern on his chest and wearing a straw hat.

Bruce's fingers brushed lightly over his face in the photo. He didn't even notice that when the shutter sound rang, his expression was so relaxed. If according to human common sense about expressions, the Bruce in the photo was smiling.

Bruce slowly put down the photo and let out a light breath. Recently, he always felt sleepy, as if he would fall asleep at any time.

And today, Bruce sank into his dreams faster, because he wanted to carve these sunny days into his memory.

No matter how much dim daylight and rain and fog there were in the future, this lonely bat could also guard this lamp and have a good dream for the night.