Chapter 1738

No one would care where a child helping in the kitchen suddenly disappeared, or rather, everyone actually knew, just tacitly understood, because human life is worthless at all.

Except for the sharp-tongued supervisor Marina who was screaming wildly in the kitchen that she had lost important property, the restaurant's operation was as usual.

The employees in the restaurant all knew that Marina was also a thief. She would steal silver tableware brought by wealthy guests, lie that it was done by the child helping in the kitchen, and even beat them up in front of the guests. Most guests would show mercy and not care anymore.

Rich people always have abundant kindness. Marina knows this, and Bruce, who was once the richest tycoon in the world, knows it even better. So when he saw Marina dumping a corpse at the street corner of this street, he knew that this woman was looking for a scapegoat for some of her crimes that might offend the rich, because children are the best candidates to win sympathy in front of the rich.

Then he spent another day replacing a boy named Bin to become a helper in the kitchen. On the same night, he found the woman's treasure vault that was not hidden very cleverly, looted the inventory there, and then evaporated from the world.

His method of fishing in troubled waters can't even be said to be clever, just possessing the basic intelligence that an adult who has traveled into a child should have, plus the motivation brought by the fear of failing the exam for a long time, Bruce thus harvested his first pot of gold.

Melting silver utensils is too simple, but the difficulty is how to sell such things in the identity of a child. Judging from the assumption that there is no good person in Cat Getan, no matter who he reveals that he has a piece of silver, it is very likely that he will be killed for his goods.

Silver items are not valuable, but that is from the perspective of Bruce Wayne. Even the child gangs in the slums will fight to the death for a piece of scrap iron. That is something that can be exchanged for a small piece of bread. How can it not be worth doing?

And this small silver block in Bruce's hand, which melted about thirty or forty silver utensils, could at least let all the children in a child gang eat a full meal.

But Bruce intends to swallow it alone.

The experience of surviving in the slums gave him quite rich experience. He knows where to sell these things. Simply put, following the thief is definitely right.

Who let his girlfriend be a top thief? Bruce still clearly remembers that when he lived in Selina's house, there were at least two or three black markets on the street he passed every day on his way home, where the bosses only accepted things of unknown origin.

Of course, Little Bruce couldn't just take things and ask the boss for the price like this. He adopted a relatively clever way, which was to pretend to be a running errand boy for a big shot.

During the waiting for melting, Bruce squatted for two days at the street corner next door, basically figuring out the living habits of a small gang leader there, at least knowing his daily routine.

So Bruce stood in front of the stall, threw that piece of silver onto the board, hugged his arms, clicked his tongue with his tongue, didn't blink his eyes, raised his chin, and pointed to the thing he threw out.

The boss was a black old man wearing sunglasses. He took the sunglasses a little below his nose and looked at Bruce from above his glasses.

There is another benefit to being a kitchen helper, that is, as long as you are smart enough, you can steal food. Bruce couldn't hide it from a few cooks, but he had been eating very well for the past few days. Although he was not tall and still very thin, his mental state could show that he hadn't been hungry recently.

"Bauer sent me. One of the boys under his hand did a big job, and he specifically asked me to find you."

"Are you new?"

"Not new, you must have not gone to him for several months, right?"

The black old man put his sunglasses back on, spat on the floor next to him, and said: "Who is willing to go to that stingy ghost? Every time I go, I can't even drink a sip of wine... How much did he ask you to want?"

"He said you look at it and give it, but you can't say he sold it."

The black old man raised his eyebrows, picked up the silver piece with his thin fingers, and said: "Did he go to someone else's territory to do those sneaky things again? Sooner or later he will be beaten to death."

He looked at the silver block repeatedly, weighed it with his hand, and said: "This thing is made very finely, it doesn't look like that big rough guy's style."

"I made it." Bruce patted his chest triumphantly and said: "Otherwise, why would he pick me up."

The black old man took off his sunglasses completely, looked Bruce up and down, and said: "Have you been to school?"

"No, but I learned some craftsmanship. Don't ask."

"Are your parents cleaning up corpses for the gang?"

"I don't have parents."

"Your mouth is quite tight." The black old man cut, but his tone was obviously much slower, as if he were joking with his grandson. He weighed the small silver block again and said: "Can only give five dollars."

"You already know he is a stingy ghost, so you know he definitely won't agree to such a low price."

"You don't seem to be very afraid of Bauer?"

"Don't ask so much, ten dollars, one price."

The black old man snorted coldly, muttered to himself in a low voice: "That Bauer is a sneaky little bastard, now he has changed to stealing people... Give another fifty cents."

"No, I want ten dollars, otherwise be careful that he gets drunk and makes trouble at your stall."

The black old man glanced at Bruce, seemed to eliminate the last trace of doubt, and began to focus on bargaining with Bruce.

The two lingered for a long time, and finally the black old man said: "You are a smart child, I don't want to see you get beaten, seven dollars, you can go back and hand it over."

Bruce hesitated, nodded, and said: "Okay, in case he beats me when I go back, I will run to you."

The black old man laughed and said: "Then I will beat him out with a stick, and you stay and work for me. I have a lot of good things here."

"We'll see." Bruce waved his hand as if impatient, took the money handed by the black old man, and left. But in fact, until he completely walked out of this street block, he felt relieved.

Spending money is also a trouble. Bruce had to pretend to be various identities in gangs and child gangs to buy various small things, change the money into cent denominations as much as possible, and hide them in various places on his body.

His luck couldn't be said to be good. He was blocked by child gangs twice. Once there were six or seven people, and they had weapons in their hands. It was clear that they had been forced to a dead end, and pretending to be a running errand boy for a gang was useless, so he could only let them search his body.

If Bruce wanted to hide, he could hide the money very strictly, but if not a single cent could be found, the members of the child gang might know that he was an orphan with no one to rely on. But if they could find some pocket money, they would know that he either had parents or a gang, and they would take the money and leave, and wouldn't deliberately beat him to avoid causing trouble for themselves.

Bruce lost more than ten cents like this, but he kept changing areas to act, and no one could see his background at first sight.

Bruce chose to build a base at the junction of several child gangs, not far from the black market. But if there was a fixed stronghold, he had to have a real identity, otherwise, if he became familiar with everyone around him, no matter whose gang identity he used as an excuse, it might be exposed by the other party.

But Bruce had long known how a certain type of swindler started his business. Simply put, it was to pretend to be a rich man to cheat rich people, and then become a real rich man.

Bruce used the excuse of helping to carry things on the way, and soon became familiar with the leader of a child gang. At this time, because Bruce was very well-fed, his state was much better than other children.

The leader of the child gang knew that there were never too many strong children, so he had the idea of digging people. Bruce refused twice with a bit of reserve, and then joined obediently.

Once he really had a gang, things were easy to handle. This child gang leader was already fourteen or fifteen years old. Because he was very strong, he had long been favored by the gang and couldn't be a leader in a few days. Bruce took advantage of the situation. Although he was young, he was an adult who knew how to handle things very well. He didn't take long to fool the other children in the child gang and logically became the leader of the child gang.

With a whole gang that was in good condition and fully staffed, there was more room for play. Bruce deployed troops in the headquarters every day, seized every opportunity to fish in troubled waters, reasonably arranged personnel positions, brought out the specialties of all children, and managed the child gang in an orderly manner in one week.

At the same time, in the restaurant of a magnificent manor, two girls, one big and one small, were eating buried in their food. The boy sitting at the head of the right side wiped his mouth gently with a napkin and put down the fork in his other hand.

The older girl swallowed the last mouthful of hot soup, sighed with satisfaction, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the boy opposite, and said: "Dr. Schiller, you..."

"Call me Schiller, Miss Helen."

"Okay, Schiller, I understood the plan about the Dream Realm you said, but I have one more question..."

Helen looked up at the luxurious restaurant in this large manor and asked: "You said that everyone's opening is a child in the slums, so how did you get all this?"

"I upgraded the swindling technique for the swindlers. If there are no accidents, they should be cheating at the dance party now."

"I didn't quite understand..."

"First pretend to be a rich man to cheat rich people, and then become a real rich man. Originally they were just a couple doing immortal-jumping business in the slums. Now they are wealthy businessmen from Maryland who are keen on charity, have a biological son, and have adopted two little girls from the Cat Getan slums. They are now looking for investment opportunities in Cat Getan."

"Startup capital? Renting such a large manor should cost a lot of money, right? And buying those rich people's clothes and jewelry..."

"Gang." Schiller spat out a word.

"Ah?" Helen still didn't quite understand.

Seeing the neatly arranged tableware in front of Helen, Schiller sighed, took out extra patience, and explained: "My partner is not this couple. I convinced a gang, and this is the business they invested in. The money is naturally paid by them."

"So it's the gang that wants to cheat." Helen suddenly realized, but soon she asked suspiciously: "How did you convince them? You are not a psychology professor now, just an orphan in Cat Getan. How could they be willing to listen to a child?"

"Of course, they have difficulties, and I happened to appear. What I said was very reasonable. If they didn't listen to me, they would be finished. They could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

"Is it a capital chain break?" Helen could only guess this, but this is also the most logical answer. Otherwise, why cheat? It must be to ease the capital tension.

But Schiller shook his head and said: "They can't be a gang anymore."

Seeing the still slightly confused expression on Helen's face, Schiller explained: "Their boss offended someone, and the gang can't go on. But if they are annexed by others in the form of a gang, they won't have anything left. Others can go to be minions of other gangs, and the original leader will definitely be cut off."

"So?"

"So this is not cheating. I am helping them wash white and go ashore." Schiller folded the napkin into a regular triangle and said: "Taking advantage of not being completely annexed, selling all property, organizing a scam, breaking into the upper class to get investment, and doing business for real, naturally they will be washed white."

Helen was stunned. She was very smart, so she keenly grasped the key point in Schiller's thinking. She tentatively asked: "So you also washed white and went ashore?"

Schiller nodded gently and said: "They know nothing about the etiquette of the upper class and have never done any normal business, so they can only point at me. At least for a period of time, I will get the reward I deserve."

"That's not all, right?" Helen frowned and said.

"You are very smart, Helen." Schiller praised from the bottom of his heart, and then his expression became gloomy again, and said: "And one of my not-so-smart students seems to be giving my reputation in the education world another heavy blow."

"I say, you wouldn't want to give your psychology professor a heavy punch in the reputation of the education world again, would you?"

A boy with green hair leaned against the door frame, looking at Bruce who was dealing with child gang affairs.

Bruce looked up, blank, not knowing why Jack said this.