Chapter 1966

Finally, Shiler produced a labor dispatch plan that stunned even Batman.

First, hiring Spider-Man must use the Spider-APP, and the contract must be uploaded to the backend of S. H. I. E. L. D.'s labor dispatch and hiring department. Any contract not officially certified will not take effect, so Batman must also operate this way.

However, the Spider-APP currently only supplies the Marvel multiverse, and the server is set up at the Spider-Army headquarters. In the DC side, there are neither servers set up nor signal base stations, so the network signals of both sides cannot be interconnected.

Since that's the case, Batman cannot successfully upload the contract and reach a deal, and oral agreements are invalid.

So, to ensure the process is formal, Batman must first set up a temporary server locally, and then have Marvel set up signal base stations there.

Considering the need for friendly exchanges between the two worlds, the server setup adopts a technology-for-investment approach, meaning Batman provides the technology to build the server and provides the venue, while S. H. I. E. L. D. funds the construction. After construction, S. H. I. E. L. D. permanently obtains the technical property rights of the server setup, and Batman obtains the permanent right to use the server.

The signal base stations are jointly funded by both parties, with Batman responsible for the DC section and S. H. I. E. L. D. responsible for the Marvel section. After the transmission process is closed, each is responsible for the maintenance and operation of their own section, and the cost of renting the other party's line is settled annually based on the upload and download volume.

After the network is connected, it is still S. H. I. E. L. D. paying the money and Batman providing the technology to localize the Spider-APP. Since the time and funds required for the transformation are uncertain, a designated Spider-Fund must be established for regular appropriations.

And before all construction is completed, to ensure that the labor dispatch contract of this Spider-Man, who has not been officially audited, remains valid for a long time, both parties need to deposit a security deposit into a designated account, to be supervised by a third party—the builder of the entire Battleworld, the Beyonder.

At the same time, 5% of the funds will be used to pay the salaries of the legal and financial personnel hired in this process, and will be deposited into the designated salary card account within three working days after Spider-Man's salary is paid.

After hearing this plan, Batman had only one thought—how many years of fake accounts does this organization called S. H. I. E. L. D. have to report?

As a result, he saw Shiler on the screen smile and snap his fingers, saying to Stark next to him, "Nick should be happy. Now his accounts for the next quarter are settled."

Batman wanted to back out again.

It is well known that the bigger the stall, the more oil and water there is. If it's not too shocking, it's hard to gain people's trust. Ten years ago, private enterprises on Earth had already initiated projects for the Wandering Earth.

When people first leave school and are just starting out, they always feel that the company they are in must be particularly formal and the staff must be particularly professional to have grown so large, right?

But after working for a long time, you will find that the essence of every organization in this world is a makeshift troupe.

A group of people who can talk but can't do things lead a group of people who can't talk and can't do things well, borrowing the east wind of the era to build an organization that looks like a high-rise building but is actually a makeshift troupe inside, relying on fooling laymen to make money while tricking more novices into working for free.

Batman felt that he was the one who had been tricked into the industry.

Most Batmen from most universes are actually coming into contact with the multiverse for the first time when they arrive at Battleworld. Let alone other universes outside the Great World, many of them haven't even seen their counterparts from other universes, and it's only when they are ranked into a game that they see them for the first time.

Wisdom can be innate, but experience cannot be fabricated out of thin air. Most Batmen, after discovering that there is a heaven beyond heaven, will use all kinds of means to try to obtain intelligence from other universes.

Who can come to a new place without paying some tuition? Batman felt that the universe on the other side had produced so many strange people, and the level of technological development wasn't low, so there should be some unique aspects, right?

As a result, looking at it this way, it was still the same old human traditional craft. It couldn't be said to be discarding the dross; it could only be called a classic remake.

Something that has the same effect as "since you're already here" is that since the money has been spent and the business has been discussed, you still have to take the person away. So Batman took Peter away, leaving behind the Robins who were still immersed in the shock of macroeconomics.

"No wonder Barbara was always muttering about 'macro-systemic lending' and going to the Federal Reserve's webpage for no reason. I think she must have learned bad habits from someone," Red Hood said.

"I hope it's not Professor Shiler," Nightwing made a cross on his chest and said.

"Who else could it be aside from him?"

The other two turned to look at Red Robin, who had spoken, and then the three of them realized something together.

"Bruce!"

Back to Shiler's side, having played two games in a row, everyone was a bit tired. After eating by the fireplace, they leaned on the sofa and dozed off.

Ma Te found some tea leaves in the cabinet, brewed hot tea for everyone, and they sat around chatting and reviewing the game process.

The highlight was, of course, the two games Shiler participated in. Although the spectators in the screening hall had roughly understood, the teammates who were in their own games at the time were dizzy after hearing Shiler's explanation.

"Out of personal interest, I really like treating Batman. You can view this as a kind of academic research. This is the most important thing I did in that game of 'Decameron'," Shiler blew on the boiling hot tea and said, "That Batman's type is still quite rare, so I set my sights on him from the beginning."

"Didn't you say before that I was a stamp collecting enthusiast?" Seeing Natasha took a sip of tea and said unhappily, "Who is it now?"

Shiler shrugged without answering and said, "As I said, this Batman actually isn't sick. He doesn't need treatment; he needs to vent. Anchoring his existence as Bruce Wayne is the only way to maintain his humanity for a long time, so he doesn't become a heartless machine of justice."

"Although it might not be a bad thing for society, it's naturally painful for him personally. And the primary purpose of a psychiatrist's treatment is to let the patient get rid of pain."

"Sounds like a very brilliant treatment," Steve said. "If I were there, perhaps I would have cheered loudly. By the way, did you charge him a consultation fee?"

"No rush. I'm not the kind of psychiatrist who sends out bills every month," Shiler said very calmly, but everyone felt it was because he had just made a big haul that he was so indifferent.

"You're happy now," Stark snorted and said, "There are countless universes, and countless rich people who are stupid and have money. They have no defenses against you. Seriously, Shiler, this game couldn't be a scam you specifically created to collect money, could it?"

"Then you really overestimate me," Shiler shrugged and said, "Where would I have the power to build such a massive game?"

"Whenever we think that, we always find in the end that we underestimated you. We know too well how strong your initiative is when it comes to swindling," Seeing Natasha continued to tear him down.

Shiler shrugged while holding his teacup and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, only you guys know."

Seeing Natasha and Stark both made a "pssh" sound, stood up, and went upstairs with their teacups.

Shiler yawned, also stood up with his teacup, looked up at the sky outside the window, and found that it was still early. He greeted Ma Te and walked toward the circular platform, clearly intending to play another game before dinner.

Stark and Seeing Natasha leaned on the railing watching Shiler's movements. Stark shook his head and said, "Your guess is absolutely right. Fishing with a rod can no longer satisfy him. He is just using this opportunity to fish with a net, catching all the fat sheep in the multiverse in one pot."

Seeing Natasha spread her hands and said, "There's no helping it. Can you stop him?"

Stark sighed. Clearly, if they could stop him, they wouldn't be here.

"I think you guys shouldn't worry too much," Steve said, leaning lazily on the sofa. "A comrade of mine used to say that every drink and every peck is determined by heaven. Many things are counterproductive. When things go too far, God will stand up and stop them."

Stark and Seeing Natasha looked at each other.

"Who is the real old antique?" Stark asked with a wink, while Seeing Natasha made a face at him.

But as the saying goes, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes. The reason why sayings can be passed down and become sayings is that there have been many people who have encountered this situation since ancient times.

Less than two hours later, Shiler rushed out of the teleportation gate—that's right, rushed out, not walked out triumphantly—with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

The few people processing prey and berries in the kitchen saw Shiler's expression. Just as they opened their mouths to ask, Shiler did a 180-degree turn on the spot and rushed toward the circular platform again.

Clearly, he had started another game, and he didn't even have time to talk to his teammates before rushing out the door in a hurry.

The others looked at each other, not understanding what Shiler was playing at this time. But they had already learned the best way to deal with Shiler's antics: as long as nothing went wrong, just pretend not to see it for the time being.

This wouldn't do anything to stop Shiler, but it was very good for their hearts, blood pressure, and brain cells, and could greatly avoid the surprises brought by Shiler's big plans, the high blood pressure brought by the twists and turns of the process, and the brain cells lost from delving into the details and risks of the plans.

But about an hour and a half later, when dinner was almost ready, Shiler rushed out of the teleportation gate again with a look as if he had seen a ghost, and stood there in a daze.

Now the others really had to ask: what kind of difficulty could a game have to make Shiler make this expression? Could it be that even Shiler had times when he couldn't do anything?

Stark looked at Shiler while putting the vegetable soup on the table and said, "What's wrong? Is the game not going well?"

"No, the game is very simple, but..." Shiler stood there and blinked, looking a bit doubtful about life.

Now Seeing Natasha and Steve were also a bit curious. They were originally the kind of people who weren't very interested in any of Shiler's plans, but they did want to know what could make Shiler make this expression.

"The game is simple, could it be that the teammates are stupid?" Seeing Natasha speculated. "Either they can't understand human speech, or their execution isn't good, or they like to add too much of their own understanding. Did you run into this kind of teammate?"

Shiler shook his head, then nodded. None of them understood what he wanted to say. Shiler was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses and saying, "It is indeed a teammate problem, but it's not that they are stupid, it's that they..."

Shiler paused for a moment and said with some bewilderment, "How come they all know me???"