Chapter 1425

Two waiters walked over. Schiller glanced at the one facing him. The waiter wearing white gloves showed the menu to Schiller. Schiller browsed it roughly, then signaled the waiter to go to the opposite side with his eyes.

Thus, the two waiters swapped positions. Jason didn't understand why they had to move like this. Harley lowered her voice and said to him: "When they landed in Cat Getan, they were British, so we follow the rules of that time. If two people have dinner together, one orders food, and one orders wine."

"What if the other party doesn't like what is ordered?"

"Of course, when ordering, you will ask if the other party likes it. But generally, no one will say they don't like it. The goal of coming to this kind of restaurant is not to eat at all."

"Simply living suffering."

"There are even more outrageous ones. You can go take a look at the menu."

Harley and Jason sat opposite each other in the inner seats, while Schiller and Pamela sat on the outside. Harley made a face at Jason. Her words made Jason feel curious, so he leaned his body toward Pamela's side without moving, and glanced at the menu in her hand.

Instantly, Jason's eyes widened. The sound of gasping had reached his throat, but thinking of the current occasion, he held it back.

The breath that was swallowed back got stuck in Jason's throat, making him cough a few times, his face turning red from choking. Schiller raised his head from the wine list, looked at Jason, and said: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just, I just choked."

"Then drink water slowly."

"Okay, Professor."

The other two were focused on looking at the menu. Jason leaned forward and whispered in the lowest possible voice: "Is this price serious?"

"When you were at Wei En Manor, didn't Bruce take you out to eat? His consumption is probably even more exaggerated than this."

"We rarely go out to eat. Bruce doesn't quite trust the food outside. Besides, Alfred's cooking is also very good, although he is also an Englishman."

Discovering the gaze cast by Schiller, the two children immediately stopped communicating, straightened their backs, leaned against the chairs like statues, and began to study the patterns on the ceiling.

"Cobblepot got two bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne, the 1959 celebration edition. He very generously shared one bottle with me, and it is now stored in the wine cellar of the new restaurant."

Schiller put down the wine list, looked up at the waiter, and said: "Please help me open it, thank you."

After Pamela finished ordering, she sighed lightly, looked at Schiller, and said: "Professor, I must remind you first that there is almost no progress in the project of cultivating crops in Cat Getan. Even if you use precious wine to bribe me, I have no way to create seeds of plants that can be planted on a large scale here out of thin air. So now, do you still want to open the wine?"

"Of course I want to. Judging from the level of your letting a whole field of broccoli grow in an instant that day, I think your completing this project is just a matter of time."

Pamela extended a hand to cover her eyes and said: "Professor, you have to believe me, Bruce didn't tell me at all that his emergency restrictive measure was making you allergic to broccoli."

"Why didn't he tell you?"

Schiller leaned his body back, letting the waiter holding the champagne perform the opening ceremony. Pamela blinked, seeming to be savoring the hint in Schiller's tone. She stared at the clear wine entering the glass, cleared her throat, and asked tentatively.

"He... it couldn't be good intentions, right?"

"Of course."

Pamela's eyes turned, she picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with Schiller's in the air, and said: "He was to have someone share your anger?"

"Necessarily so." Schiller nodded with a smile and said.

Pamela showed a knowing expression, drank a sip of wine, placed the wine glass gently on the table, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said: "Professor, although saying this is a bit abrupt, Bruce used my ability to cause trouble for you, but didn't tell me the consequences of doing so. We are both victims."

"Victims should unite, shouldn't they?" Schiller also put down the wine glass. After waiting for the waiter to remove the appetizer plate and bring the main course, Schiller picked up the knife and fork and suddenly changed the topic: "Is there really no progress in the crop cultivation project in Cat Getan?"

Pamela sighed helplessly and said: "Let's put it this way. When I signed a contract with the Green, he told me that I want to become an agent of plants and defend the right of green life to exist in the entire universe. I told him I planned to defend Cat Getan first. He didn't speak."

"Later I realized what his silence represented. Cat Getan only has black, no green. This is a zone that the Green cannot govern. Plants cultivated here by humans will all go crazy, sooner or later."

Pamela looked at the waiter removing the appetizer plate and bringing the main course. She cut the food while saying: "The soil-grown plants in the first phase either died in the germination stage or went crazy in the growth stage. I thought there might be a problem with the soil, so I switched to hydroponics. The hydroponic plants in the second phase went even crazier."

"I assumed there was a problem with the water, so I started using pure water purchased from other cities for irrigation. The plants in the third phase performed well and didn't go crazy or bite people until the maturity stage, so I felt relieved to water and fertilize them, cultivating them to be exceptionally strong."

"Three days after the harvest period, two strong cabbages beat up five people next door, broke the ribs of two of them, and also caused one person to have a perforated eardrum."

"Indeed... very strong." Schiller could only evaluate it like this, and then he asked with some curiosity: "Where exactly did the problem lie?"

Pamela shook her head with a blank face. She said: "It's not just water and sunlight. The samples in the third phase even had their air changed, but they just went crazy at the same time."

"I sent all the data to every botanist I knew, and they had no clue. I even asked the Green, but since that day, he never replied to messages again."

Looking at Pamela's blank and sad expression, Harley couldn't help but laugh, and then laughed and laughed until she choked.

Schiller reached out to soothe her and looked at Pamela, asking: "How many cabbages did you plant?"

Pamela showed a hesitant expression. Schiller leaned his body forward, showing an appearance of wanting to hear the answer. So Pamela said softly: "Two tons."

Jason almost sprayed the food in his mouth. Schiller was also stunned. He stared at Pamela and asked: "How did you plant so many?"

"I haven't had the power of the Green for long. There are some powers I don't control very well. When I was stopping those cabbages from hitting people, I cast the wrong spell. Not only did it not reduce their number, but it also made them split. Every leaf of the original sample split into a strong cabbage, and then..."

Schiller sighed. He wasn't surprised at all that this kind of thing happened in Cat Getan. But he still asked after a pause: "Have you considered seeking assistance?"

"Of course I have. I consulted many experts in this field. But Cat Getan's situation is too special. Except here, I haven't heard of any place where plants go crazy, so they can't help either."

"I mean, have you considered seeking the help of Batman's wisdom?"

Pamela's hand holding the fork paused. She associated it with the topic Schiller mentioned before and showed a sudden realization expression, saying: "Actually, I went to find Bruce before, but I didn't really count on him. Do you mean I should let him join my project team and we research it together?"

"Miss Pamela, the development of agriculture in Cat Getan is an important part of self-sufficiency here. We can't count on the federal government to provide the survival resources we need when disaster strikes. We must produce food ourselves."

Pamela immediately showed a deep expression. She nodded forcefully and said: "Yes, it seems I really shouldn't delay any longer. However, Batman should be very busy. His brain is even more popular than he is, and there are too many projects waiting for him to participate in."

"The people regard food as their heaven. What difficulty's importance can compare to the food problem?"

Pamela nodded, showing a thoughtful look, and repeated Schiller's words in a low voice, as if reciting.

And Schiller added the most important sentence.

"Bruce Wei En's dissolute behavior of not learning proper skills made his father very angry. His bank card was frozen. How long do you think this young master can endure the days without money?"

Pamela immediately understood, raised her wine glass to touch it in the air, and both of them showed a tacit smile.

Soon the dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere. On the way back, Harley tightened the scarf around her neck, looked at Schiller in the passenger seat, and asked: "Do you want Pamela to deal with Bruce? But Batman won't be easily fooled."

"Batman certainly won't, but Bruce will."

Harley and Jason looked at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. They always felt that Schiller was implying something.

The car drove through the streets of Cat Getan in the night. The night in Cat Getan was still cold and humid. And Elliot, disguised as Bruce, had to move into the old house of the Kane family on Bliss Street that Thomas had told him about before.

This is a quite old house. Its history can be traced back to when Cat Getan City was just established. Although the building is old, it looks like no one has lived in it. It is very likely that it was an investment property that wasn't sold at the right time and has been left until now.

Elliot felt indignant about his living conditions. He had been wanted by the FBI for a long time. The industries of the Elliot family had long been swallowed by competitors, and most of his private property had been divided by some distant relatives.

There were some secret properties that only he knew about, but he didn't dare to touch them, because Elliot couldn't judge which one was the FBI's bait. They often used this trick to fish for those wealthy people who fled.

Elliot originally thought that the years of being wanted were already the bottom of his life. As long as he inherited his wealth and status through Bruce's appearance, he would naturally be free to fly.

But clearly, the sky possessed by Bruce Wei En wasn't as vast as Elliot thought. What's more pathetic is that originally Elliot could still stay in his luxurious manor drinking expensive red wine, spending a peaceful night.

And now, he had to endure the moldy smell and dampness in the old house, tensing his muscles on the creaking wooden bed and unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Elliot thought, that's enough. He must find a way to improve his current life.