Chapter 2825

Pamela brought a lot of things, all hanging on her bicycle. Jason was stunned as soon as he opened the door and said: "How on earth did you ride this thing over? Did you practice in the circus?"

"You guess why I don't drive?" Pamela threw her hair back, strode into the house, didn't sit on the sofa, but rushed into the kitchen first, poured two large glasses of water and said: "Do you know how high that damn oil price has risen?! If you know people in the circus, you must introduce me to a part-time job. All my cards are about to be swiped!"

"You made a very wrong investment decision," Schiller looked a bit dissatisfied and said: "From the day the stock market crashed, you should have cut off supply to the bank, instead of holding onto that house tightly. Selina's situation is better than yours."

Pamela stood in front of the kitchen island in a daze and said: "I just want a house."

"Very rare," Schiller said: "Western culture usually doesn't regard renting a house as a shameful thing. East Asian culture has such customs. They think this is constantly giving money to others."

"Isn't it?"

"Every item you buy is giving money to others. Don't you use the things you bought?"

Pamela sighed long and said: "It's too late to say now. The sunk cost is too high. I must earn more money. I won't let the bank take back my house."

"How is the cleaning equipment research you and Victor are doing?"

"You mean the cleaning robot? The research process has never been the main thing. What's difficult is commercialization."

"What about the multi-functional plants?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Pamela's face looked like she had eaten shit. She said: "My entire research team was complained about by environmentalists, and I also made the news several times. Several stable partners before said they didn't want to cooperate with me anymore."

"What did they say?"

"Persecuting and abusing plants, violating the nature and ethics of plants, saying I am a mad scientist or something." Pamela was laughed at by anger. She said: "They don't care about cows eating grass, people eating salad, but they want to come and manage me developing beating cabbage."

"They didn't rush into your laboratory, did they?" Jason asked while organizing the pile of things Pamela brought in the kitchen: "And you didn't give them some color to see?"

"Blame the security of Cat Getan University for being too strict," Pamela said: "They couldn't rush in at all, otherwise I would have made them into flower fertilizer."

"Then what do you plan to do next?" Schiller asked: "Always repaying the loan to the limit is not a way."

"I am ready to join Wei En Enterprises," Pamela snorted coldly and said: "I want to see if those people dare to rush into Wei En Enterprises."

They sorted the things they brought and put them away. Merkel had already brought the vegetables in. Pamela's mood finally improved. She brought two baskets over to check the condition of the vegetables.

"It's not bad. At first I thought Clark was bragging, but now it seems that his seeds are indeed good. This cabbage grows big and round, and the heart is extremely tender. It's best for mixing salad."

Then she went to check the situation of the potatoes, but obviously that didn't satisfy her. Pamela looked at the potato strings with some disgust and said: "This potato is over-fertilized and grows a bit too big. Small potatoes are delicious for salad. These can only be used for French fries."

Just as she was saying this, the door was knocked. Schiller walked over to open the door and saw Clark and Diana standing outside the door.

Clark still had a sunny smile. After he walked in, he saw the vegetables in the kitchen at a glance. He immediately rushed over and discussed the harvest of the small vegetable garden with Pamela.

Diana was obviously just coming from Mount Olympus, dressed as a goddess. If she held a torch, she could go play the Statue of Liberty. She borrowed Schiller's guest room to change clothes, and when she came out, she became ordinary sportswear.

"The situation on Mount Olympus is not very good. Ares, the God of War, is making small moves again," Diana shook her head and said: "And because of the economic crisis, the tourism industry on Themyscira has stagnated, and the number of tourists has plummeted by 70%. We are thinking of ways."

Schiller knew that the Great Depression in the United States was not just the Great Depression in the United States. The US dollar was directly pegged to gold. Once this country had a problem, all other countries would have to hurt their bones.

The global economic situation is very sluggish now. Larger countries are okay. Countries like the Amazons are basically precarious. Diana hasn't appeared for a long time recently, and she should be helping the Amazons overcome the difficulties.

Harley also came over, but she came empty-handed, took nothing, and was determined to come over to eat and drink. Selina followed behind her. Selina looked like she hadn't changed much, her two eyes spinning around, as if she wanted to take something away while Schiller wasn't paying attention.

Harley's gaze just fell on Jason beside the sofa, immediately turned away, pretending nothing happened, and rushed over to pull Pamela, whispering something in her ear.

The dishes for the harvest feast were very simple, basically salad and stir-fried vegetables, but they were colorful, fragrant, and tasty. It could be considered a quite good vegetarian feast, so although there were many guys who didn't eat meat, they all ate very happily.

After the dishes were placed on the table, it was obviously time to talk about business. Schiller looked at Jason first. Jason said: "I have already met them in the Battleworld. It's hard to imagine that other versions of me are so difficult to get along with. Except for a few younger ones, the others look like they owe them millions."

"Especially that one with a J-shaped scar on his face. He put his huge Batman doll on the sofa, causing me to have no place to sit. I asked him to move that thing away, and the others actually helped him to say me! These Batman fans are really hopeless!"

Jason cut the vegetables on the plate fiercely, but this childish venting behavior didn't match his huge body, looking a bit funny.

"I of course also met other versions of me," Clark said: "We chatted very happily. They proposed to visit the Kent farm. I know they want to see my father. If more than a dozen of me went together, Martha would be crazy with joy."

"My side is also unremarkable," Diana was obviously absent-minded. She said: "Most of me couldn't get rid of those broken things on Mount Olympus, and some were even more unlucky, but with so many Amazon sisters, I was still very happy. We ate roasted meat together, danced, and chatted very happily."

Harley suddenly screamed, attracting everyone's attention, and then she said: "You absolutely can't imagine how terrible it is to be with a group of yourself wearing terrible punk non-mainstream makeup. It seems like I am the lunatic!"

"And they are there every day, little cookies, little puddings, little sweethearts. I hear my ears are about to get calluses," Harley pouted and said: "I haven't seen those Jokers have any outstanding places. One by one, they are crazy. I really don't know why the eyes of other versions of me are so bad."

Harley looked at Jason while talking, but for some reason, Jason stared at the cabbage on the plate, and his eyes didn't move at all.

"I'm okay," Pamela smiled and said: "The dressing style of other versions of me is a bit... well, it's hard for me to comment. If it's because of being poisoned by plants, it can be understood, but I don't like green that much, and the nickname of other versions of me is actually 'Little Red'. Isn't 'Little Pam' good?"

Selina supported her chin with her fingers and said: "We don't have anything to chat about, but they have a few pieces of jewelry there, saying they stole them in Cat Getan. I don't quite believe it. I have never seen them at all. I want to ask Bruce properly..."

"Did the version of you in other universes marry Bruce?" Clark asked gossipingly: "Should have children, right?"

"Don't mention it," Selina was obviously not interested in salad, waving with a fork in the air for a long time without eating a piece. She said: "When I brought Aisha over, they were all stunned. It seems they didn't believe they would give birth to children for Bruce."

"Then you didn't explain?" Diana asked.

"There is nothing to explain. I am Aisha's mother. Don't they also raise children for that woman named Talia?" Selina curled her lips, showing extreme disdain. She said: "Damian is not as cute as my daughter. That is a little bastard."

"Wait a minute," Harley suddenly realized something. She said: "Your gender in each universe might be different. After all, Harley Quinn must be female, but Superman and the like might not..."

"There is indeed a Superwoman," Clark nodded and said: "But I heard there is also a Supergirl. It seems to be my cousin. I can't figure out the relationship between these titles, but we don't care much about gender."

"There is indeed a male version of me, but it's hard for me to imagine men on Themyscira," Diana felt a bit slightly disgusted. She said: "I also can't get along with him, and others are also a bit awkward. He said he plans to form a team with gender-swapped versions of superheroes. I think it's good, so it's good for everyone."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. At least Batman won't let Batwoman go," Schiller said: "The Joker side won't let the jester go either. The two of them obviously have greater ambitions."

"By the way," Pamela turned to look at Schiller and asked: "Will Jack go? He doesn't look special. He won't suffer, right? Last time he gave me a free ride. Should I get him some nerve poison?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Although Bruce is no longer Batman, Jack cannot be considered the Joker completely, but don't forget, the strength of the two of them is dynamically bound."

Diana raised her eyebrows and said: "Bruce is an angel, then Jack..."

Schiller didn't say much, but Harley stared at him and said: "I always feel that you are a bit strange today."

"Where is it strange?"

Can't say, Harley turned the fork in her hand and said: "Careful observation also doesn't have anything special. Maybe it's my illusion."

"Do you really intend to be a full-time magician?" Schiller seemed a bit regretful and said: "Your psychological talent is very good. Don't you intend to work harder?"

"I am a very typical psychopath fan, so since I saw the crazy state of other versions of me, I decided not to learn psychology anymore, otherwise sooner or later I will become someone's appendage," Harley sighed and said: "As long as I have the ability to enter a lunatic's spiritual world, I will sooner or later become a lunatic. Then it's better to exchange my sanity for some transcendent power. This is more cost-effective, isn't it?"

"Nothing is cost-effective to exchange for," Jason finally couldn't help but say: "It's just choosing between hanging and drowning."

"Then what do you want? I can't hide in a rich man's house and be a good baby. Don't interfere with me."

Schiller and Diana looked at each other, Diana exchanged glances with Clark again, Selina took the initiative to raise her eyebrows at Clark, and then went to Pamela to confirm, even Merkel, who was waiting on the side, gave Pamela a look.

Everyone tacitly closed their mouths.

The two who were arguing stopped awkwardly. Harley glared at Jason fiercely, and both buried their heads in eating without speaking.