Chapter 755

Alfred in the hospital bed coughed twice and said, "Who's here? Why do I feel like I heard Professor Schiller's voice?"

"No, there isn't." Bruce subconsciously denied it. Alfred gasped twice, took a sip of water, and then said, "I haven't talked to this professor on the phone for a long time, and I don't know how he's been doing lately..."

"He's been doing very well lately." Bruce turned back, helped Alfred adjust the hospital bed, filled his water glass, and then said, "I'm very sorry, Alfred, I'm afraid I can't take care of you here tonight. I'll come to see you again tomorrow morning."

"Go quickly, Master. Dick and Aisha still need you... By the way, you should be a senior in college this year, right? I heard that Cat Getan University will select outstanding graduates. Back then, Master Thomas was an outstanding graduate. I think he wouldn't mind adding another certificate to the Wei En family's honor wall."

Bruce coughed twice and said, "... I will."

After saying that, he left without looking back. Alfred showed a smile. After Bruce left, he whispered, "If a man has no far-sighted worries, he will have near-term troubles. If a man always has near-term troubles, perhaps he won't let his imagination run wild."

Bruce, who had left, didn't hear Alfred's words, but he was very clear now that certain contradictions that had accumulated for a long time might be about to be ignited. And the explosion caused this time, although it might not destroy Cat Getan City, would definitely make him take a big tumble.

Looking at Bruce's three-year study career, his learning style couldn't be called diligent and hardworking; it could only be called "fishing for three days and drying nets for two." His academic performance couldn't be called particularly excellent; it could only be said that it all depended on his birth. If his surname wasn't Wei En, he would have been expelled long ago.

On the way back to the city, Bruce thought he had sufficient reasons to explain all of this.

After all, Batman's day only has 24 hours. First, he needs 4-5 hours of sleep every day to ensure basic energy. In this way, only 20 hours are left in a day.

Batman's time for fighting crime takes up 7-8 hours. Calculating this way, there are still more than ten hours left for him to use for study.

But don't forget, all of Batman's equipment is developed by himself. And besides hardware like the Batmobile and the Batsuit, he also needs to develop medical technology and research drugs. In this way, there are only about 5-6 hours left every day.

In these 5-6 hours, subtracting the necessary meal time, the remaining time is basically spent on maintaining this equipment. Occasionally, he might spend 1-2 hours accompanying Dick and Aisha, but to talk about study, being able to have half an hour left every day can already be considered very free.

He indeed has sufficient reasons to explain why his academic performance isn't that good and why his homework is always not turned in. However, whether the person he needs to explain to is willing to listen to his explanation is another matter.

Batman never feels he needs to explain anything to anyone, but the premise is that he must be able to beat the other person.

Bruce knows he has a contingency plan for dealing with Schiller, but he can't activate the contingency plan because of something like not turning in homework. Not to mention whether he is in the right, if Alfred knew he didn't turn in homework and even tried to attack his teacher, he would be finished.

Since the owed homework is unavoidable, he can only try to complete it.

On the way back to the city, Bruce held the steering wheel, feeling Cat Getan's whistling night wind passing by his ears. He clearly felt that the palms of his hands holding the steering wheel were sweating, and the car speed became faster and faster until his vision became blurred.

However, Cat Getan is always like this. When you go all out to do something, there will definitely be some accidents acting as stumbling blocks, causing all plans and preparations to fall through.

With a "screech," the sound of violent braking rang out. Bruce's body leaned forward fiercely and then hit the back of the chair. But before he could make a sound, the driver in front roared.

"You damn idiot! Don't you have eyes?! Get lost!

After saying that, the big truck in front drove away. But Bruce suddenly felt that his car had been rear-ended.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car to check, finding that the collision wasn't heavy, but the back of the car was dented.

The car that rear-ended him was also expensive, and the person who came out of the car was an acquaintance Bruce had just seen.

"Oh, my god, Mr. Wei En, why are you here too?" Mrs. Gode gathered her shawl, walked to the back of Bruce's car, and covered her mouth in exclamation, "My God, I'm so sorry! Leon! Leon! Come here quickly, you dented Mr. Wei En's car!"

The fat man Leon, who was sitting in the driver's seat, got out of the car, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and apologized to Bruce in fear and trepidation.

Bruce frowned, but then showed a very irritable expression. He said, "How did you guys do this? This is a new car! And there are no parts for this car in all of Cat Getan City; I have to ship it elsewhere to be repaired!"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wei En, we will bear all the costs." Mrs. Gode pulled her daughter who had just come out and said, "We just encountered a murder case at the theater troupe and were still in shock. Leon might have been scared, so he didn't pay attention to the front. Please, you must forgive him; we will compensate you!"

"But I'm in a hurry now. You dented my car like this; how can I drive it out? Wouldn't that make others laugh at me?" Bruce said with great dissatisfaction.

Leon checked his car. Because of the model and the bumper, his car didn't have any visible damage, so he said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wei En. Please take our car; we will take you to your destination."

"As for this car, we will call the best towing company to send it for repairs. We will bear all the costs incurred."

Leon nodded and bowed to Bruce, but Bruce seemed still unsatisfied. He glanced at Mrs. Gode, and Mrs. Gode understood what he meant. She said, "Leon is my distant cousin. He is from Los Angeles. This time, coming to Cat Getan is actually to choose a female lead for a newly invested movie..."

"To tell you the truth, our visit to the theater troupe and the backstage was actually to see if there were any qualified actors who could go to Hollywood to develop. But who knew, such a thing would happen..." Mrs. Gode showed a regretful expression, then pointed to the car door and said, "Mr. Wei En, please get in."

Bruce sat in the passenger seat. In the process of the car starting, he pretended to be interested and asked, "Coming to Cat Getan to find a female lead? What are you thinking?"

Leon smiled, took out a box of cigars from the car, and handed it to Bruce. Bruce took it skillfully, lit it, took a puff, and said, "But it's not wrong; there are indeed many beauties here."

"Mr. Wei En, I've heard of your name for a long time." The fat man Leon smiled and said, "Hollywood doesn't lack beauties, but it lacks generous investors like you. If you are willing to invest in movies in Hollywood, those female leads will definitely be very happy to revolve around you."

Bruce exhaled a puff of smoke, "snorted," and said, "I'm still a bit interested in movies. Tell me specifically about investing in movies."

Leon showed a knowing smile. He knew that this kind of thing couldn't be put on the table, and many times, not refusing decisively meant three words—"talk privately."

"Yes, Mr. Wei En, I have a movie in my hand that is just missing an investor. Of course, if you invest, we can let you designate who the female lead is. If your female companion is interested in the movie, she can also go and experience it..."

"Her?" Bruce curled his lips and said, "She can't film movies. Forget it, I'm almost there; let's talk next time."

"This is my business card." Leon immediately handed over his business card and said, "If you are interested, call my phone; I'll be waiting at any time."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, took the business card, put it in his pocket, then pushed open the car door and walked into Wei En Manor.

And after he returned to Wei En Manor, he immediately went to the basement and turned on the receiving equipment for the wiretap, and the dialogue between Mrs. Gode and Leon came from the speakers of the receiving equipment.

"... He didn't take the bait, but that's normal. Although little Wei En is a playboy, he's not stupid. Once or twice isn't enough to gain his trust." Leon's voice no longer had the previous fear and trepidation but sounded a bit gloomy.

"Did we appear a bit too eager? Perhaps it would be better to bring up the movie again during the second or third meeting?" Mrs. Gode's voice came.

Hearing this, Bruce thought they were just the simplest scammers, but soon, what Leon said made Bruce understand that they probably had other motives.

"Originally, I was very optimistic about Vicky, but I didn't expect that after just two contacts with her, she couldn't hold her breath and actually let the troupe owner know her intention to go to Hollywood."

"It can be considered her bad luck. That troupe owner is a lunatic and killed her directly. It's a pity. With Vicky's qualifications, she should have been able to win over many celebrities for our great king."

Hearing the term "great king," Bruce frowned, but then he heard Leon speak again:

"If we can get Wei En into the game, we won't have to worry about funds. More importantly, the power of the Wei En family can make Cat Getan City our base camp on the East Coast."

"But the Gode family..." Mrs. Gode said a bit anxiously.

"Yes, the great king will not forget your contributions, but if we have the Wei En family, we will be like a tiger with wings. Once the great cause of ruling humanity is completed early, you will also receive your rewards early."

Mrs. Gode fell silent and didn't speak. Bruce didn't hear Leon say anything else either. Standing in front of the receiver, he realized that behind this group of people, there was probably a bigger secret hidden.

Just as Bruce was thinking, he instinctively glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

Then, he discovered that it was already 9:20 PM, and he had to turn in the 50,000-word paper he owed by 9:30 AM tomorrow morning.

Bruce ran upstairs almost like he was flying. Dick, who was waiting for him in the hall, was almost blown over by the wind he brought. He chased after him and asked, "Mr. Wei En, are you going to tell Aisha a story tonight? If you are, then I won't..."

"No, Dick, there's no story tonight. I have urgent things to do now. If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Bruce said to Dick without looking back. Dick shook his head in confusion, not knowing what was wrong with Bruce.

He just wanted to go upstairs, but was almost knocked down by Bruce, who was holding a large pile of materials. Dick showed a puzzled expression, looked back, and walked upstairs.

Arriving at Aisha's room, Selina was coaxing Aisha to sleep. Seeing Dick come over, she waved her hand and said, "It's up to you. I'll go check on Bruce; his state lately seems a bit off."

Dick picked up Aisha, and Selina walked downstairs. After looking left and right in the hall, she turned and walked toward the study.

Walking into the study on tiptoe, sure enough, behind a large pile of materials, she found Bruce, who was burying his head and writing hard. Selina smiled and leaned over, saying, "Are you okay, dear? Do you want to go out for a spin?"

As she spoke, she used her fingertips to pick the ring on the car keys and shook it in front of Bruce. Bruce didn't look up and said, "The car is in the garage. When you come back, remember to park in the designated spot."

Selina widened her eyes, looked Bruce up and down, and said, "What did you say? Do you want me to go alone????"