Chapter 2930

Tim and Pamela both understand that the Earth they are on is still too far from entering the universe, and the most fundamental problem is that they are not united enough.

Theoretically, under the conditions of economic globalization, it is not impossible to prioritize solving the energy problem by pooling the power of the entire Earth, but would the United States be willing to solve it? Would Saudi Arabia be willing?

Therefore, even a young child knows that the big fireball hanging over their heads is humanity's endless source of energy, yet they cannot mine it; even with Batman's technology and Superman's strength, it cannot be done.

These one or two heroic figures cannot push all of humanity forward; what they need is not any single point, but a lack of overall coordination and planning, which is why they remain scattered soldiers—the high-level ones can already enter and exit Apokolips seven times, while the low-level ones still cannot afford a full meal.

Tim knows that in this situation, getting a set of Mercury energy equipment is useless; he cannot hide it from everyone to install it and then send energy of unknown origin to all of humanity on Earth.

However, among all the Robins, only Tim perceived in advance that Bruce might want to pull off something big next. If he succeeds, perhaps the Earth can unite, and relying on this complete set of technology, they would not have to start from scratch; after all, energy is the capital, purpose, starting point, and end point of all technological development.

If he fails, the Earth will have to face a real survival crisis after the economic crisis, and the Earth's landscape will inevitably be reshuffled. Traditional energy tycoons will not be able to afford the energy to rebuild the Earth, so they will have to use the sun's energy whether they want to or not. This equipment will allow the Wei En Group to remain in an invincible position forever.

If Tim relied on his own wisdom to infer a fraction of Bruce's plan, then Pamela is an insider; after all, she has the power of the Green, and Bruce would not leave behind such a useful tool person when he wants to stir up trouble.

He knows Bruce's plan more clearly; in fact, it is nothing more than introducing an external enemy. Although he does not know what level this external enemy is, Pamela cannot help but think one step further.

All the plants in the world rely on the sun to survive. Once something goes wrong with the plan and the humans on Earth really reach the edge of life and death, they will certainly have no mood to protect plants, so she must plan more for the plants.

The set of equipment on the Mercury of this Earth utilizes the sun's energy almost perfectly, so let the sun also become humanity's straw to clutch at, which will not be easily abandoned. As long as the sun is there, plants will not go extinct on a large scale, and life will find its own way.

Tim goes to the Stark Group, and Pamela goes to the Anquan Bureau, both for this reason, but after going around in circles, they discovered that the person who truly has the right to decide this matter is still this doctor.

Upon hearing that Schiller was coming to the West Coast, they realized this was a good opportunity, so they rushed over without stopping.

This is sensitivity to information, Schiller thought. Batman's level of judging people is always so high; from making attempts, learning the truth, to decisively throwing himself into it, making bold moves, and obtaining rewards, he is as precise and sharp as a hunting falcon.

The red taillights lit up, and the car stopped in front of the cabin. When entering the house, the fireplace was still burning, and the rising heat rushed toward them.

"Although I know you don't mind, I'll still sleep on the sofa," Tim said. "My room is upstairs, the one opposite the doctor's."

Pamela frowned and said, "This house only has two rooms? Are you serious?"

She walked around the first floor and found that this cabin was really not big, and the stairs were also very narrow. Even compared to the arrogant new house, it was so narrow that there was nowhere to step, let alone compared to those manors.

Tim had already gone upstairs to bring down the pillow and quilt. When checking the Airbnb page, he knew the sofa downstairs was a sofa bed. He set up the sofa, spread a long blanket on it, threw the quilt on, and patted the pillow at the head of the bed.

Pamela went upstairs to the second floor to take a look and found that the bed in that bedroom was not very big either, and it certainly couldn't sleep two people. He was not pretentious either; he took another quilt from the closet, changed into pajamas, and burrowed into the quilt.

Schiller went to the kitchen to fetch a basin of water and placed it in front of the fireplace on the first floor to prevent Tim from getting overheated. Today they clearly didn't do anything, but Tim felt a bit tired, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he started to feel drowsy.

Schiller added a few pieces of firewood to the fireplace to ensure it wouldn't go out all night, and he also planned to go upstairs to rest, but just then, he saw the car lights outside flicker, as if a car had stopped not far away.

This is not a residential area, and there are no other residents. If someone drives here, they are coming for this house.

Schiller casually took a fruit knife from the kitchen, put it in his pocket, pushed the door out, and saw a woman with dyed green hair in braids and a young man in a hoodie stopping not far from the house, looking around.

"Who are you?"

Schiller's voice seemed to startle them. They hurriedly turned around, and the young man took off his hoodie and said, "We came to the mountain to watch the stars, and the tire blew out halfway. Do you have a spare tire?"

"I am a tourist, the car is rented, and there is no tire I can give you to change."

"What a pity, it seems we can only wait in the car for the night."

Schiller took out his phone and said, "Wait a moment, I'll call someone."

The light from the phone hit Schiller's face, and the green-haired woman with braids exclaimed, "You are Dr. Schiller?!"

"It's me. I'm here for a trip, but sorry, this house is too small, and there are no empty rooms for you." Schiller smiled at them.

"Ah, no, it's okay." The woman was a bit excited, and she said, "Can we take a photo with you?"

"Let's solve the business first." Schiller took out his phone and said to the other side, "Hello, two tourists' car broke down and stopped in front of my house. Can you bring them a spare tire?"

Not long after, the black young man nicknamed Little Black Dog drove over. He quickly changed the tire for the two, helped them check the car, and after finding no problems, turned on the high beams and led them forward.

"Oh, really can't take a photo with you?" Before leaving, the woman said with some regret, "I have been following that documentary, I am your fan."

Schiller stood in front of the car window and smiled, "Better not, I don't want to be welcomed by fans along the way. Good night!"

After both cars drove far away, Schiller shook his head and returned to the house. Tim had actually gotten up again, rubbing his sleepy eyes and asking, "Have they made up their minds not to rest for 24 hours?"

"Don't you know yet? This is called sleep deprivation interrogation. As long as they make me restless, they will always show flaws."

"Will you?" Tim's eyes were already closed.

Schiller pressed his head to make him lie on the bed, pulled the quilt over him, and then said, "Perhaps."

Not a word was spoken all night. At 6 o'clock the next morning, the door was knocked on.

Fortunately, the few people living in this house were used to getting up early. Pamela was used to being a miserable worker, having to get up early to go to work every day. Tim was almost the earliest to get up in Wei En Manor; who told him to have a good father who throws his hands off? The shareholders wouldn't wait for him alone.

Schiller's routine was even healthier: work at sunrise, rest at sunset, so regular that he didn't look like a person of this era.

The person appearing outside the door was actually the landlord, but he was not as friendly as yesterday. His tall body blocked the door, and he said, "If I had known you were an internet celebrity, I wouldn't have rented the house to you. Do you want to shoot videos here?"

"I don't." Schiller said, "I have already told you in the software chat that I am a licensed psychologist."

"An internet celebrity doctor who has twice topped the Tiktok hottest discussion list?"

Tim was angry when he heard this. Although internet celebrity had not yet completely degenerated into a derogatory term at this time, for a truly good doctor, this was more like saying he had a name but no substance.

If this was said to that professor, this big guy might already be lying in a pool of blood. No, no, no, Tim thought, that professor was not such a person who loved to use his hands, but at least he would scold him until he was speechless.

"Well, if you want to think so, I can't help it. So, you don't want to rent this house to me anymore?"

"Yes, but considering you haven't caused any damage to my house, I can refund you the money for the remaining days."

Tim wanted to talk to him about the contract issue with a carp jump, but Schiller gave him a look, telling him to be calm.

"Listen, I don't want to cause trouble for anyone, but your house is really a bit remote, you have to give us a day to find a new house."

"Okay, but the money for this day will be deducted as usual." The landlord said unhappily.

"No problem, can you leave now?" Schiller was still very calm.

The landlord had nothing to say. After pausing for a long time, he pursed his lips and said, "It's not that I want to find trouble for you, but if your fans know you are here, they will block this place completely and might even graffiti my house. I cannot suffer such losses."

"I understand completely. If you have nothing else, we are going to pack our things."

"Okay." The landlord rubbed his hands again and said, "There is one last request, I hope you don't give me a bad review."

"I won't." Schiller said very gently, "I am not used to leaving reviews on any software, just pretend I haven't lived here."

The landlord really couldn't find any topic, so he had to leave. Tim said angrily, "He was the one who gave us the middle finger in the parade, he must have known long ago!"

"He was just drunk." Schiller said, "And then someone gave him some money to come and find trouble for us. As long as we are driven out of the remote place, it will be easier to take pictures of me."

"Then you still fulfilled his wish?"

"Because I also want to leave here."

"Why?"

"Now the three of us only have two rooms, how to live?"

Tim opened his mouth. He wanted to say that it was not impossible for him to sleep on the sofa, but in fact, he didn't sleep very comfortably last night. The sofa bed was not a real bed after all, and he had been pampered since he was a child, so he was a bit picky about the bed. He woke up from dreams and dreamed after waking up last night, and he still had a headache until now.

"According to the software rules, if we leave early, the subsequent rent will not be refunded because the landlord cannot find a tenant in such a short time, so this period is equivalent to being wasted."

"But if the landlord wants us to leave, it belongs to his breach of contract first. We can fully complain and then give a bad review. In order to maintain the reputation of the house, he also has to refund the subsequent money to us so that we don't publicize it everywhere. In fact, if I insist a little, I can also get some compensation, but forget it."

"You are really different from the professor." Tim sat on the edge of the sofa and said, "You have a really good temper."

"It has always been like this when it comes to money issues." Schiller said, "As long as I can avoid financial losses, I am always kind to others."

"Then what if someone causes your financial loss?"

"I try my best not to be evil to others."

Tim curled his lips, not believing a word.