Chapter 2087: Ultimate New World (Part 3)

It wasn't that people who looked good must be very conceited, but in this world, there was actually no such thing as "not knowing one's own beauty." Humans were aesthetic animals. If a person had looked good since childhood, they would definitely realize they had an appearance advantage.

If this appearance advantage was maintained from childhood to adulthood, then just from the experience of utilizing the appearance advantage, they would also be very rich. They would know better than others how to attract public attention and how to use their appearance advantage to obtain the results they wanted.

Bruce would reach this conclusion not only because he was the kind of person who had looked good since childhood, but also because in the circles he could reach, especially the opposite sex circle, there were many people who had appearance advantages since childhood; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to mix around the world's richest man.

The hints of this type of person wouldn't be things like blinking or making expressions. They knew how to utilize every advantage of their body: thick and shiny golden hair, long eyelashes, and even slender fingers and hot body temperature.

According to Bruce's experience, the waitress's hint just now was really too subtle. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would have thought something had gotten into the other party's eyes.

This obviously wasn't deliberately subtle, but the other party could only do this much. But this subtle and conservative temperament was completely inconsistent with her appearance.

That white police officer was also like this. Bruce discovered that his smile was a bit stiff. Of course, he was trying hard to express his kindness and sympathy, but the way the muscles on his face operated was wrong, as if he wasn't very used to this face.

But judging from his profession, he wasn't the kind of person who needed plastic surgery. Moreover, Bruce didn't think anyone could perfectly turn themselves into Schwarzenegger. Even if the face could be adjusted, didn't the figure have to be practiced by oneself?

This police officer didn't have the sunny atmosphere of long-term exercise and fitness, commonly known as no hormonal atmosphere, and his masculine temperament was insufficient, which was also inconsistent with his good figure.

The other few people were about the same, giving Bruce the feeling that it was as if the dolls in the shop window had moved, and there was a sense of beauty that wasn't very used to their limbs and bodies.

Bruce sent Aisha home. Aisha didn't make a fuss and returned to her room for a nap very obediently, while Bruce had to take this opportunity to find a job.

Jobs requiring professional skills were out of the question because he had no certificates, and working illegally wouldn't work either. No black boss dared to want this kind of typical rich white man; it was very likely to be an undercover agent or a show shoot.

Then the only path left was to do manual labor. There were more job opportunities in big cities, and generally, white men with no history of drug abuse, no major illnesses, and good credit could find manual labor jobs one after another.

Soon, Bruce found a job on a construction site in the recruitment notice. It wasn't difficult to say; it was just moving things with a small cart on the construction site. Basically, whatever there was, he moved: cement mortar, pipes, steel bars, gravel, and rubble.

The money wasn't much, only two dollars higher than the minimum hourly wage, but fortunately, it was settled daily, and there were no hard workload requirements. It was just an ordinary brick-moving job.

As soon as he entered the construction site, something even stranger happened to Bruce—not a single person questioned his appearance.

This actually wasn't normal because Bruce had the typical appearance of a rich white man. His skin tone wasn't the unhealthy white, but a slightly deeper light brown. His black hair was thick and stiff, the whites of his eyes had no red blood, and his pupils were very clear. He looked like the kind of person with a very healthy lifestyle.

This kind of person obviously wouldn't be unemployed at any time, needing to run to do manual labor, but the kind of big boss who made a lot of money when everyone else was unemployed.

This kind of person appearing on the construction site would often receive many white eyes. They would think, "Oh, look, another rich guy here to experience life, either to experience life or to study how to avoid taxes."

The lower-class people all over the world were about the same. They knew very well what kind of people were riding on their heads. They would scold them on the Internet at most without close contact, but if the other party rode on their heads to poop, and ran to their faces to ask if the poop was fragrant, see if I don't beat you up.

So Bruce was ready for real-life fighting. He even took an extra jacket and wrapped it around his waist, just in case he could change if his clothes got dirty.

As a result, whether it was the recruiter or the employer, they didn't feel any surprise at his appearance. This definitely wasn't faked; they just thought it was very normal.

Once he entered the construction site, Bruce was even more surprised. To put it this way, now that he stood here, his appearance wasn't even outstanding.

Now the workers walking back and forth in front of him, the white men looked between Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt, and the black men looked like Charles Davis, some like Will Smith.

And their common point was that they all had explosive muscles, tall figures, broad shoulders, long legs, and thin waists. Even the curvature of their hair was just right.

And Bruce couldn't even look directly at the supervisor who was introducing him to the work situation just now because this lady looked like Nicole Kidman.

Bruce felt a bit lost. Could it be that the people in their universe were not only the weakest among all universes, but also the ugliest among all universes? Was this reasonable?

Of course, it was also possible that the humans in this universe had developed different branch routes in the process of evolution, that is, everyone could look more in line with the public aesthetic. Then what was going on with that figure?

Even if they were extremely self-disciplined, exercising day and night every day, just to have a good figure, but anyone with a little fitness common sense should know that natural fitness had an upper limit.

The best effect that the vast majority of fitness enthusiasts could practice with limited time was just like that. But the muscle mass of these people in front of him, if they didn't use any drugs, then they were probably all genius athletes in natural fitness, some could even rush into the bodybuilding world, which was obviously impossible.

In the process of working, Bruce discovered more abnormalities.

Theoretically, although people with small muscles don't necessarily have small strength, people with large muscles definitely have great strength. There is no such thing as "dead muscles" in this world. As long as muscles exist, they will definitely bring strength.

It is even more impossible for a strong man who exercises every day and is full of tendons to be unable to beat a thin bamboo pole, even if this strong man practiced in the gym.

Even those bodybuilders who use drugs, during the period when their drugs are effective, the muscles that grow on their bodies aren't fake, and the strength they can possess is definitely not small.

Human muscle growth has a slow process. Muscles practiced can gradually get used to the way of exerting force from the process of exercise, so there is no such thing as "big size but very stiff and not flexible enough."

In fact, muscle memory is much stronger than humans imagine. A person who can practice into a big guy with full muscles has long adapted to the existence of muscles in the process of exercise and can use them freely. Instead, because the muscle strength is sufficient, the speed becomes faster.

But the workers on this construction site observed by Bruce still had a sense of uncoordination as if they had just adapted to their newly bought limbs, as if they didn't adapt to their own muscles at all.

Bruce's muscles were also practiced in the gym, but in his first actual combat, at most his fighting experience was insufficient, and there was no such thing as needing to re-adapt to the body's muscles after leaving the gym.

But this group of people pushing a construction site wheelbarrow could push it in all sorts of ways, with people and horses turning over.

Some bent their knees and waists, their arms exerted force suddenly, but found that the wheelbarrow only loaded with two bags of mortar was pushed away directly. Some used their arms to try to pry the tilted wheelbarrow back, but poured the goods out directly. The main theme was "using too much force."

Bruce observed this group of people while moving bricks. The more he looked, the more wrong it felt, so he took advantage of the rest time before the next batch of goods arrived and took the initiative to talk.

"Hey, buddy, I'm new here. To tell you the truth, the bills have been giving me a headache lately, so I want to know how long this job can last? I also want to buy a gift for my daughter for Thanksgiving."

The two people leaning against the excavator looked at Bruce and said: "Didn't the recruiter tell you? Two new water plants were built here, and the water pipes have to be laid for at least half a year. This job has plenty to do."

Bruce opened his eyes slightly. He looked around and found that this wasn't any suburb. Why did the water plant have to be built here?

Even if a water plant had to be built, wouldn't it be fine to connect to the original pipeline? Why dig the pipeline out and then change it to a new one? Or was it that this block didn't have tap water at all?

Those two people seemed to see Bruce's confusion. They waved their hands and said: "We don't quite understand the specifics, but it seems to be heard that the tap water pipes here are too thin and narrow, easy to be blocked by something, so we have to change to a more spacious one."

Bruce was even more confused. He couldn't compare with those geniuses, but he wasn't uneducated. The efficiency of tap water supply had nothing to do with the thickness of the water pipe, and no one wanted to make an artificial waterfall at home. Why did they need such a large water supply?

Bruce felt that this universe was strange everywhere, but he didn't know where it was strange. But he still decided to get today's wages first. After eating and refueling, he didn't have much money left, and there were three meals tomorrow waiting to be solved.

Bruce worked until evening. Since he only came for half a day, he could only get half a day's wages, but he didn't complain. He lined up to get the money, but just when he was in the queue, he vaguely saw a few people turning around where they moved things during the day.

Others seemed to not see or didn't care. Bruce felt really uncomfortable now. How come the vigilance of the people in this city was so poor? What if the other party was here to place explosives? What if they were here to poison? Taking a step back, what if they were here to steal things?

Having come from Gotham City, he had basic vigilance. Bruce decided to come back and see later after the construction site finished work. In case they really placed any bombs here or wanted to make a big move, he could also discover it in advance and solve it in advance.

Being "weak" also had the benefits of being "weak." This Batman knew that it was impossible to solve any Ultimate Iron Man at once. Even if he prepared here for a year, he might not be able to touch the threshold of seeing Ultimate Iron Man, so he didn't plan to jump directly to the BOSS room at all. Solve the small monsters first.

As a result, he really squatted on them. When the sky was slightly dark and the light began to dim, the few people who were turning around during the day brought a group of people who were obviously not manual laborers, more like scientists, to the place where they wandered during the day.

And Bruce hid behind the simple security booth, watching them take out a few test tubes from a box, and the sharp-eyed Bruce discovered that a series of numbers were engraved on the bottom of each test tube. ===== CHAPTER 2088 =====