Chapter 2221: Late Autumn in the Golden City (Part 21)

Lex suddenly realized the madness of this city and the people here.

When someone says they are going to become a god, how do you react?

Most people will just treat it as a joke that is not funny and laugh it off. A very few serious ones might let this lunatic go to see a psychiatrist.

Even Lex Luthor himself just followed his nature, hoping to control this world in a way that satisfied him, release his nature, and pursue his desires.

And Shiler said he saw the beauty in it and was willing to pay a staggering price to appreciate this beauty up close.

There is no doubt that if Shiler saw through the plan, he would know that one day he, who participated in it, would have to pay something for it, definitely a lot, and almost gain nothing.

This itself is a trap. If Shiler didn't see through it and was deeply trapped in it, Lex could only say he deserved it. But he saw it and still jumped in, Lex could only suspect whether he was crazy.

Shiler is not a lunatic. Lex had judged this long ago. Shiler Rodriguez might have many things different from ordinary people, but most of his abnormal things come from his pedigree characteristics, not the kind of completely chaotic lunatic. He is sober and rational.

But now I am afraid not.

That sober professor didn't know when he left. Now occupying this shell is a strange thing that Lex didn't know what it was. It looks a bit like Shiler, not sure, look again.

Must understand him as quickly as possible, and then find a way to get along with him, so that he can survive. Must survive.

"Can I ask one..."

"I am not arrogant, not the professor you are familiar with," Shiler stood up again, walked to Lex's side, pressed his shoulder gently and said, "But don't worry, I am not as strict as him. I usually don't have requirements for the academic level of the younger generation. They are happy."

Lex wasn't sure if the punctuation in this was credible. Shiler turned and called his butler, looked at the butler and said, "Go and get the file bag I put in the second drawer of the desk."

The butler took it quickly. Lex keenly saw his photo in the file bag. That was his completion file, and also the last big difficulty of his graduation. His graduate supervisor had to sign on it, and he could own the degree certificate.

Shiler opened the file bag, took out the completion file, then took the fountain pen from the butler's hand, and signed his name at the end of the last page.

Lex saw with disbelief that fluent English cursive gradually appeared at the end of the paper. He knew clearly that Shiler's saying that he would sign in a day was just an excuse. His thesis hadn't received a full pass reply yet.

But now he had graduated perfectly.

This was just a trap, Lex thought. In order to show the difference from Professor Shiler, or to provide him with a sense of security, it could not be trusted at all.

However, although this couldn't prove that Shiler was more approachable, he still obtained benefits from then on, but he had to judge prudently how thick the sugar coating on the sugar-coated bullet was.

"Thank you very much, Professor," Lex nodded and took the completion file and said, "I didn't expect that when everyone was full of praise for your professional level, I could still pass through close contact with you and feel the charm of psychology again. This makes me feel very regrettable that I didn't learn more from you before."

It sounded like a completely polite scene, but the theme still couldn't get around one theme—how Shiler did it.

Shiler usually wouldn't explain the principle of this to anyone, because there was no principle to explain.

Shiler lowered his head, put the cap on the fountain pen, took the fountain pen, walked around the dining table, sat down at the head of the table and said, "Do you know how I look at mind reading?"

Lex weighed it in his heart, but still said, "I think there might be such a magical ability in this world, but I am not sure you have really come into contact with it. It feels very wonderful."

"From whom?"

"Clark Kent. He said that when he concentrates, he can hear the thoughts in my heart."

"You think this is mind reading?"

Lex frowned and said, "I can only say that the feeling of the first experience is very bad. When his eyes look over, all my defenses don't exist."

"People over-evaluate mind reading and under-estimate me," Shiler evaluated. "Being able to read thoughts, or even all thoughts at this moment, doesn't mean being able to analyze others' personality."

Lex nodded, thinking Shiler's words made a lot of sense. Unless one lived with a mind reader for a long time, and this mind reader had to have considerable psychological knowledge and good inductive and summarizing ability, could they raise reading thoughts and ideas to truly understanding a person.

Because most of people's thoughts in daily life cannot fully reflect their personality, just like a solution almost entirely of impurities, no matter how much is collected, without scientific purification, it is still useless.

Clark had never expressed any opinion on Lex's personality, although Lex's certain conceptions of becoming a god had always existed in his brain, but Clark seemed to have not discovered it at all.

Lex was very sure that as long as Clark read this idea of his, he would definitely be very angry and stop him, because this was indeed absurd, and it was foreseeable that it was highly likely to cause harm to society and break the peaceful life of ordinary people. This was something Clark could never allow once he knew.

But he didn't know.

How could he not know? Lex thought down this line. Perhaps as Shiler said, mind-reading ability couldn't read all thoughts of all people completely. Even if they could do so, they wouldn't do so, because carrying others' thoughts and emotions was very tiring.

Since this was the case, mind reading was indeed over-evaluated. For an accurate evaluation of a person's personality, it was obviously not something that could be done by reading a few thoughts.

But this was obviously not done without mind reading, just by looking at expressions, language, or actions. The problem returned to the starting point—what did Shiler rely on?

"Still remember what I said?" Shiler looked at Lex and asked, "I appreciate the part of your personality and thought that has artistic beauty. When you are moved by a certain art, are you more moved by the technique, or just moved by the atmosphere?"

Lex shook his head after thinking and said, "I am rarely moved, almost never. But if I were, I think art should be something more abstract. I stand there and feel a certain transmission and instillation, and then resonate with it."

"Then the fact is like this," Shiler stared at Lex with gray eyes. Lex felt that he wasn't looking at him. Those unfocused eyes seemed to be catching something scattered in the room.

"I see artistic quality in you, am moved by certain things you convey to me, and then make a judgment, rather than the other way around—making a judgment with reason first and then being moved."

Lex realized it, and then he asked curiously, "Is it like this for everyone?"

Shiler withdrew his gaze and said, "Lex, you have to understand that geniuses in this world are a very small minority, and special geniuses who can stand here and constantly establish connections with others and output atmosphere are even rarer."

"I understand," Lex nodded and said, "Is this the psychoanalysis you often talk about?"

"This is not the psychoanalysis often said in the industry, but it is indeed mine," Shiler knocked on the edge of the table with his fingers and said, "For me, the evidence is right there, but others without this feeling can never capture it, so they regard this as theology."

"It is indeed very magical," Lex also walked back to his seat and sat down, but didn't face the dining table, but turned to look at Shiler, put his hands on his knees and asked, "Your evaluation is incomparably accurate, and I am deeply honored. Now there is only one question left, what do you want to do?"

Shiler revealed a smile, looked at Lex and said, "What do you think I want to do?"

Lex started to tie more than a hundred knots in his brain for what he was about to say, excluding all parts that might be aggressive or cause ambiguity, and then said.

"I think you are dissatisfied with my perfunctory attitude towards psychology during my academic career. This is the cause, and then you found that in my conception, you were placed in a position sufficient to reflect my arrogance and conceit, which made you even more uncomfortable."

"Boring," Shiler evaluated.

Lex had to play another hole card.

"You feel that I am very interesting, so you want to influence and manipulate me up close."

Shiler shook his head.

Lex frowned. He couldn't think of another answer. This was actually cruel enough, but Shiler let him think again.

"I said, geniuses who can make me establish connections are very few. Appreciating a certain atmosphere you build is a kind of aesthetic enjoyment for me. I am willing to pay a very high ticket price for this."

Lex suddenly realized.

So Bruce Wei En is like this, and John Constantine is like this. They all belong to this kind of genius. Shiler constantly has intersections with them and invests a lot of energy without getting any return. It is not that Shiler is really so kind, but an equivalent exchange of material value and emotional value.

But the biggest weakness of emotional value is that people will get tired of it, so there is one after another.

Lex thought, now it's my turn.

But this is still a wonderful opportunity that makes Lex almost unable to suppress his excitement, because Shiler just showed with his actions that he has almost no bottom line for paying ticket money.

Lex actually wasn't ready to graduate, and he guessed that this Shiler might not have read his thesis at all, but he still signed it without knowing his academic level. This can be completely called some kind of academic misconduct, but he doesn't care at all.

And he also played that kind of trick of repeating it before, and Lex didn't feel any excessive moral sense from him like Clark, or there was no moral sense at all, like a moral vacuum.

If he had to say, Lex felt a kind of innocence and cruelty close to a child from him, not bound by law and morality, only pursuing the enjoyment in his nature.

But Shiler is not really just a child. He is extremely powerful and can almost do anything in this world.

And he, Lex Luthor, is not trapped by morality and their overly overflowing Virgin Mary heart like Bruce Wei En or Constantine.

If this is an equivalent exchange, why can't he make good use of it? ===== CHAPTER 2222 =====

Lex was actually not yet ready to graduate, and he guessed that this Schiller might not have even read his thesis at all, but he had signed off on it anyway without knowing his academic standard. This could completely be called a form of academic misconduct, but he did not care in the slightest.

Moreover, he had previously played that trick of repeating things like one would with a child, and Lex had not sensed any excessive moral sense in him similar to the likes of Clark, or rather, there was no moral sense at all, like a moral vacuum.

If one had to say, what Lex sensed from him was a kind of innocence and cruelty bordering on that of a child, unconstrained by legal or moral boundaries, only pursuing the enjoyment within his own nature.

But Schiller was not truly just a child; he was extremely powerful and could almost do anything in this world.

And he, Lex Luthor, was not like Bruce Wei En or Constantine, trapped by morality and their overly overflowing bleeding hearts.

If this was meant to be an equivalent exchange, why couldn't he make good use of it?