Chapter 4574: Day of White (40)

"Why are you so surprised?" Schiller asked. "Could it be that in your expectation, you in other universes all have a very perfect family, and only you have a little bit of a situation..."

"Oh, I see," he continued, "You think that the situation between you now is because you met me. And if you hadn't met me, you could have maintained a good father-son relationship. Right?"

Deathstroke didn't answer. He did have some thoughts in this regard, but it wasn't that he blamed this matter on Schiller, but felt that ever since he became younger, everything started to go wrong.

He felt that the last accident caused his originally smooth life to become a mess, and Schiller was just adding insult to injury. But if what Schiller mentioned about his multiverse counterparts was true, then the problem might be much more serious than he imagined.

Before this, Deathstroke thought that this wasn't really a big trouble. Although Joseph found out he was a killer, his son was clearly not the kind of righteous person who strictly abided by moral standards, and he still had feelings for him. They could talk it out well, at least not to the point of turning against each other.

However, if father-son estrangement commonly appeared in the multiverse, it proved that the entanglement between them was not that simple, and it couldn't be solved by just talking. So why is this?

Deathstroke could simply be described as baffled. Although he hid his identity and didn't spend much time at home, he never treated his family badly in terms of material things, giving them extremely superior lives; he was also dutiful when he was at home, and never quarreled with his wife; even if he had to teach his children a lesson, he only symbolically spanked them. How did it get to this point?

Schiller leaned against the car door and said: "The reasons are multifaceted. If you want to hear it, get in the car. I'm still in a hurry to find artifacts."

After saying that, Schiller got into the car. Deathstroke sighed long and put away his sword. Damn it, Schiller is right. Now he believes whatever this guy says.

Or the situation in the multiverse might not be like this. Or he just played him again. But Deathstroke still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Is being a killer a good profession?" Schiller's first question left Deathstroke unable to answer.

"From a professional point of view alone, it seems there is nothing bad," Deathstroke said, "This is a very free profession. If you want to take a job, take it; if you don't want to, go on vacation. Occasionally you will encounter difficult clients, and dealing with them is a bit annoying, but considering the high reward, it's not unacceptable. All in all, there is nothing to complain about."

"This is the problem."

"What problem?"

"It cannot be said from a professional point of view alone," Schiller looked at him and said, "Judging any profession cannot start from the profession itself alone. Otherwise, people should have the same social evaluation for gang members and doctors. Many people in these two professions have similar labor intensity and income, right?"

"So you mean, killers are not welcomed by people, and they won't be welcomed by my children?"

"What I mean is, you can be almost free from moral and legal restrictions because you are lucky; this is a low-probability situation. And your children are not so lucky. They cannot get rid of social rules, so they are destined to become the knives that social rules stab at you."

Deathstroke frowned deeply, seemingly thinking about what Schiller said. And Schiller continued: "You are not bound by morality because you have congenital defects, which we have already discussed. And you can be free from legal restrictions because you accepted human body modification experiments and have powerful strength and immortal life. Think about it, if you didn't have these two, what would happen to you?"

"Without these two, I probably wouldn't be a killer."

"That's it. Your children don't have these two, they are very unlikely to become a killer like you. Then they are destined to be on a different path from you. They will be more inclined to maintain social rules because this is more beneficial to ordinary people."

"How is it beneficial?" Deathstroke asked, "What's good about being restricted by those rules and regulations?"

"Do you have times when you can't get back the final payment?" Schiller asked.

"Of course," Deathstroke curled his lips and said, "There has never been a shortage of such self-righteous idiots in this world. However, so far, no one has been able to default on my final payment. You know what kind of end I will let them have."

"Okay. Then assume you are not a killer—I mean, you didn't accept human body modification, just retired from the army and found a job. Then you encountered a boss who defaulted on wages. What are you going to do?"

"Of course, go ask him for it." Deathstroke said.

"What if he doesn't give it?"

"Can't I beat him up?" Deathstroke thought for a while and said, "Okay, let me think. I can make trouble in the company, make him unable to continue, or collect some evidence of his bad deeds..."

"Then how are you going to eat during this time?"

"What?"

"Without wages, you have no money. How do you pay rent, what do you buy food with?"

"Uh... then I'll quit this job and find a new one. Wouldn't I have wages then?"

"Then if you want to find a job and invest in a new job, what time are you going to make trouble for the previous boss?"

"Can't I go at night?"

"Ordinary people need to sleep. And new jobs need adaptation, often more tiring. If you are a thief at night every day, there is no way to get enough rest, and your body will collapse."

"Oh my god. Is it really better to beat him up?"

"When you go to assassinate those rich people, how many bodyguards are around them? How strict is the security where they live? How difficult is it to spy on their whereabouts usually? There are also quite a few characters that give you a headache, right? Can ordinary people really handle those people?"

Deathstroke didn't even need to recall carefully, several names popped up in his mind, including Bruce Wei En and Alexander Luthor. It is no exaggeration to say that the offices of these two were built so that even if God came, he would have to get lost for two hours first, and Death would have to navigate.

Not to mention ordinary people, he stayed away from them. Although these two didn't pay money, Deathstroke wouldn't take their jobs either. Luthor was fine, the security system was somewhat designed. That Wei En was really relying on his money to pile up materials, designing security systems for the security systems of the security systems of the security systems. Deathstroke laughed when he went for the first time.

There is no doubt that it is a fantasy for ordinary people to find trouble with such big bosses. Although I haven't heard of them defaulting on wages, even if such people really dared to do it, ordinary people might not be able to get the money back even if they could afford Deathstroke.

"No way." Substituting them, Deathstroke shook his head and said: "If it were really like this, I could only give it up. Manpower is sometimes exhausted."

Schiller shook his head and said: "You entered the army too early, and then you became a killer. You lack understanding of the operating rules of ordinary people's society. The best way is actually to sue and expose them."

Deathstroke turned to look at him, and Schiller explained: "For some ordinary small bosses, suing will be relatively useful. Because this group of people is not powerful enough to interfere with the judicial process. Although the time will be relatively long and it will take a lot of energy, there is still hope to get it back."

"And exposure is naturally aimed at those big bosses with fame. Their reputation is closely related to their company's stock price. Using public opinion to attack them will be more effective."

"Wait," Deathstroke said, "Won't this be retaliated by them?"

"Do you think they have no opponents?" Schiller asked, "If Luthor learned that Wei En had such black material, he wouldn't even need that person to find him, he would find a way to find the parties involved. It would be worth it if Wei En's stock price fell by one point."

"Also." Deathstroke nodded and said, "This is indeed better than hard-hitting them."

"These are all within the social rules," Schiller said, "In a sense, social rules are to protect ordinary people. Those restrictions and oppression you think of are not just aimed at you, but also at your enemies. If these were gone, the enemies you would face in the jungle would not just be big guys and martial artists, but more likely King Kong and Godzilla."

Deathstroke nodded. He felt that what Schiller said made sense. If he hadn't accepted human body modification and retired from the army, he would either have entered a security company to be a bank security guard or escort, or he would have gone to be a policeman or agent. These professions are easy to get into trouble. By that time, he could only really count on employee terms and the law being strong enough.

"Most people who oppose rules and feel that there are too many restrictions and that jungle law is not free are precisely those who are too well protected by rules. They don't understand how terrible a truly chaotic jungle society is," Schiller continued, "The more oppressed people are, the easier it is to understand that they need the protection of social rules, and the more they support an orderly society. Because they know very well that if these rules were gone, they would die worse than anyone else."

"Are you saying my children are oppressed?" Deathstroke frowned again, and he said, "Although our family is not a top rich family, we are not doing bad, right?"

Schiller sneered and said: "I said it all. You have been away from ordinary people's society for too long. Do you still think America is when you were young?"

"Uh..."

Deathstroke's comics actually appeared relatively late. It wasn't until the 1980s that there was a first issue, and in the American comic circle, he is considered a very young character. But his age setting is relatively old, possibly born in the 1920s-1930s. That is to say, he is also of the Roosevelt generation.

His youth should have been when Roosevelt's New Deal was in full swing. Think about it, he killed his father when he was very young and lived with his mother. But his neighbor was still an engineer who could support his whole family with one person's work. This proves that Deathstroke's family at least had a good house and could afford property taxes and living expenses. Even if they moved away later, he always had books to read and could become a popular person in school. His life was not difficult at all at that time.

However, as the years passed, things started to become a little different. Whether in the United States or other countries, a proper noun has been produced, called "middle-class anxiety".

To be precise, the word "middle class" itself is used to create anxiety. What is middle class? It's not enough to go up, but more than enough to go down. It's not a "rich man", nor is it wandering on the line of food and clothing, but has a little family wealth, and life is still quite good.

But precisely because of this, they are the most anxious group of people. On one hand, they are desperately trying to climb up and become capitalists who truly master the means of production; on the other hand, they are very afraid of falling, afraid of being punctured by the dream bubble decorated with a decent life, and thus realizing that they are still proletarians.

This kind of anxiety problem is too common, and the impact is too great, resulting in countless industries, entrepreneurship, education and training, health care, penetrating into all aspects of this society. So much so that people in every country are discussing this problem. But if you want to say which country has the most serious middle-class anxiety, of course, it belongs to the United States.