Chapter 2513

Schiller soon put some small items in the places they should be. With the help of Victor and Pamela, the finishing work was done, and the office was almost packed up. They still have to go see the classroom.

Here Victor parted ways with them, because Victor was more anxious to see the laboratory and made several calls just to let the laboratory open in advance. Anna also seemed to want to see the supercomputer in the new campus.

That's right, the Wayne Group, which was still rich and imposing at the time, put a supercomputer directly in the school, but it was not in the school teaching area, but in the comprehensive experimental area next to the school. Most important equipment and high-risk laboratories were placed there.

Lex and Clark set out to carry out their plan to pluck the bald eagle together, and left in a hurry.

Pamela was originally anxious to go back to take care of her plants, but was called by Schiller, so she had to go see the classroom with Schiller.

"Professor, I'm really anxious. The two dogs of the guard are still turning around. I don't know when they will rush into my laboratory. If the shelf falls again, this business will really fail. Without this 2000 commission, I absolutely can't pay the insurance."

Pamela kept nagging, wanting to get away from Schiller. Schiller didn't hurry, took a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "Do me a favor, and you don't have to pay back the money."

"Really?!" Pamela's eyes immediately lit up, looking at Schiller and saying, "What favor? Guarantee to complete the task!"

"Help me find a real estate agent to ask if there are any cheaper houses in the South District. This is my phone number." Schiller handed the note in his hand to Pamela.

Pamela frowned with some incomprehension. She took a look at the note in her hand, looked at Schiller and said, "Cheaper houses? Why don't you ask the agent yourself? Do you think I ask him and he will give me cheaper?"

"The agent I want to find is of course not a normal agent," Schiller cleared his throat and said, "Don't tell me that in such a short time, those black agents are all dead."

Pamela opened her mouth slightly and looked at Schiller and said, "You want to find a black agent, no way?! Do you know what kind of work they do!"

"So I only want new houses. Don't think about slaughtering the owner and then selling the house to me. It's not that era anymore."

Pamela still frowned with some doubt. She said, "I know everyone's economic situation is not well-off, but it is a bit difficult for the professor's salary to buy a house in the South District. Do you have to buy it there? There are plenty of good houses in the East District, and for the same price, you can even buy a building in the area on the edge."

"I know you are kind, miss, but don't forget my next plan. I intend to open a psychological clinic, right where I live. The customer group is very important."

"Oh my god," Pamela sighed, and then said incredulously, "Oh my god..."

"Why are you so surprised?"

"It's hard to say," Pamela shook her head and said. "I don't know if it's more surprising that you intend to put the office location in your home, or that you would actually consider the customer group for the sake of making money."

"I said, it's not that era anymore," Schiller smiled gently.

Pamela looked at him blankly, then smiled and said, "Professor, you look very relaxed, that's great."

"My wallet is much more nervous than me, so can you find a suitable one?" Schiller asked.

"I will try my best, but you'd better be prepared. The houses in the hands of those black agents definitely have all kinds of problems to be sold cheaply. There are many problems that are irreversible and cannot be saved. I'm afraid the living quality..."

"I believe I have a way to solve most problems, don't I?"

Pamela thought so too. Schiller is only not well-funded now, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability. There is nothing in this city he can't solve. Instead, this kind of cheap house with problems is more suitable for him. Anyway, no problem is a problem for him.

"But why me?" Pamela asked. "I think it's better to find Harley for this matter. Although we are both locals, her street connections are much wider than mine."

"Because she is very rich," Schiller said. "If I say I want to buy a house, she will send me one directly."

Pamela nodded, feeling it was the same. In fact, Harley is a very generous person, and the degree of her generosity is directly proportional to her clever little brain used for business.

Thinking of this, Pamela said, "Do you think I can let her invest in my plant cultivation business?"

"Didn't you have an investor before?"

"Yes, but that guy withdrew his capital because his own business situation is not good. We are mainly relying on sending ornamental plants to several old customers now. We are planning to make a splash at the governor's inauguration ceremony."

"I think you don't have to give up this path, but if you want Harley to invest, you can consider the proposal of that debt collection company."

"Really? Are you serious?" Pamela felt very confused and said, "That was something I said for fun. Leading a group of plants to collect debts is simply too whimsical."

"Are there few whimsical things in this city? And don't you know yet? Harley likes this kind of crazy thing," Schiller shook his head helplessly and said. "She even gave Jason and Jack a large sum of money to perform Joker kidnapping Robin."

Pamela slapped her forehead and said, "Why didn't Batman beat her to death!... Okay, I can only say I try, it's no problem to let plants hit people, but it's too difficult to let them be completely controlled, hit when they should hit, and stop when they shouldn't. They don't have brains and don't support such complex judgments."

Not long after Pamela left, Schiller received a mysterious call. The other party claimed to be a real estate agent, but without thinking, Schiller also knew it was not a serious agent.

"Okay, sir, I don't know who you are, but I believe you have the ability to buy those houses and move in, since you can still find me in this day and age."

"I don't have many houses in the South District. Public security is good there, there are almost no homicides, and there are even fewer tragic ones. Most landlords are not willing to lower the price, so..."

"Say the point," Schiller said. "If you talk nonsense again, I'm going to hang up."

The other party coughed twice and said, "There is indeed a house with a difficult problem that we can't solve. If you have some ability, you can go and see it. The seller is anxious to sell now, and I can talk to you for 30% off at the lowest."

"How to calculate the agency fee?"

"The other party pays the agency fee, but you must go through the formal house purchase process, and you still have to pay property tax. You can go and see it tonight, but I have to remind you that three people who wanted to buy the house before were scared away."

"Scared away? Is the condition of the house very bad?"

"No, this house is haunted. This is not bluffing. You will know when you go. If you don't want it, call me. That's it, goodbye."

After the other party hung up, Schiller frowned and thought, there would be a house in Cat Getan that couldn't be sold because it was haunted?

The ghost Gothamites are most afraid of is the poor ghost. As long as the price is low enough, even if it is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, there are plenty of people willing to break in. If it is just some small-scale supernatural events, or someone is pretending to be a ghost, they would have been beaten up long ago. Being able to stay until today shows that the haunting situation is unusual.

The other party wants him to go tonight instead of immediately, which shows that it might be haunted at night. But there is no saying in the West that the yin energy is heavy at night. Could it be some nocturnal creatures?

This is actually very possible, because although Cat Getan's pollution situation has improved a lot, the King of Sea Gulls is flying in the sky every day. The species that have mutated before are not so easy to solve. Maybe one of them slipped into the house.

However, Schiller really has to prepare well for the supernatural events that can scare Gothamites away. So after leaving the classroom, he returned to the manor, put away the clothes that were a bit wrinkled, put on the long windbreaker he hadn't worn for a long time, and prepared to explore the reality tonight.

Very unfortunately, it rained near dusk, and Schiller also welcomed a visitor, Oswald Cobblepot, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Schiller opened the door for him and handed him the bucket for umbrellas. Cobblepot looked at Schiller in great surprise and said, "What's wrong, professor, is your butler on leave?"

"No, he returned to the UK," Schiller said. "Now I am the only one in the manor, please come in."

Cobblepot walked in and found that the scenery of the manor was as usual. He turned his head to look at Schiller again and said, "Is today a special day? Why aren't you wearing a suit?"

"Shouldn't it be a special day to wear a suit?"

Cobblepot was obviously amused by this joke. He smiled and said, "Of course it is for others. You look like you are going out for exercise. Is there anything?"

Schiller could clearly hear that Cobblepot was asking if anyone had offended you, but he shook his head and said, "I just intend to go to the South District to see the house. There may be dust in the new house, so I changed into a suit that is not easy to be damaged. Please sit down."

After Cobblepot sat down, he looked at Schiller and said, "You look in a good mood. Has any good thing happened? Or did Bruce not send you a thesis recently?"

"Both, what's the matter with you coming at this time?"

"It's like this, my mother's illness has almost recovered, but because I have been very busy running for mayor recently, I guess she might have some separation anxiety, and her mental state is not very good, so I want to make an appointment for psychological treatment here."

"Of course no problem, but I should not be in this manor soon. At that time, I will have someone send the new address to you."

"Where is the new address?"

"If there is no accident, it will be in the South District," Schiller nodded and said. "It should not be far from your mother's residence."

"That couldn't be better. Then is it still charged by the course as usual, or is it charged by the more fair timing?"

Schiller looked at him strangely. Cobblepot rubbed his hands and showed an embarrassed smile, saying, "I heard from Professor Victor that you want to buy a house."

"So you deliberately came to send me medical expenses?"

"Not really," Cobblepot sighed and said, "My mother... I don't know how to say it after she got old. She started to change a bit, always recalling the time when my father and I were young."

"Did you go to a regular hospital for examination? Is it a precursor to Alzheimer's?"

"Checked, but the doctor said no. My mother also temporarily didn't show signs of not recognizing people, inattention, or memory loss. She simply felt that both my father and I owed her a lot."

"Is that the fact?"

Cobblepot nodded and said, "At least my father owed her. When she married in, the Cobblepot family was still in its prime, but soon my father encountered an accident and the family fell, making her live a hard life for a long time."

"She blamed this on my father not listening to her, so she has been nagging about this matter. No matter how I persuade her, it's useless. I tried to let her develop some new hobbies, but it's always very difficult to let her go out."

"Does she oppose you running for mayor?"

Cobblepot showed an awkward expression again, stared at Schiller's eyes for a while, and then said, "Nothing can be hidden from you, professor. In fact, she strongly opposes it. She said this would follow in my father's footsteps."