PFC Chapter 3560 Edge of Tomorrow (6)
Chapter 3560 Edge of Tomorrow (6)
Chapter 3560 Edge of Tomorrow (VI)
After having lunch with Harvey and Christine, Schiller gave Harvey a brief introduction about Harley, but did not rush him to make a decision. Instead, he asked him to think about it for a few days and then give him an answer.
As soon as he sat down in the office, Harley called.
"How did the talk with Lawyer Dent go, Professor?"
"Not bad. I can see that he's quite short of money recently. The probability of him agreeing is very high."
"Really? That's great!"
"But we may have to wait a few more days. You know he's a lawyer. People like him are extra cautious. He might check your financial background or something."
"Why? Okay. What about Cobblepot? Did Professor Freese say he agreed?"
"Something went wrong at the Cobert Group yesterday, so the two of them didn't meet. I guess they can only arrange dinner tonight. You can ask him tomorrow morning."
"Oh my God, what's wrong with them!" Harley couldn't help but complain.
"You can't get hot tofu in a hurry, miss. The personnel issue is just one of the problems you need to solve. Have you decided on the base of the organization? What name do you want to give it? How do you usually communicate and operate?"
"Well, I want to wait until everyone is gathered to discuss it together."
"There's nothing to discuss. You spent so much money, can we take over your business?"
"Yes, you are all mature and polite adults, not like Dick and his gang of rascals... Let me think about it."
"Don't worry, the base is very important. You can also ask Weiren if he has any recommendations for a renovation team."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller continued to read his emails. After reading two papers, he felt a headache and went back to the lounge to sleep for a while. When he woke up, he was woken up by Victor's call.
"Are you awake? There's a big circus at the Gotham Theater today. Sivana gave me two tickets. Do you want to go?"
"Nora...oh, she's allergic to animal hair. Let's go."
Schiller was about to go out when he found it was raining outside. Since the dark clouds dispersed, the rain in Gotham has become much less, but it is still rainy in this season. He took an umbrella and went out.
Victor's car was parked a little far away, but fortunately the rain was not heavy. Schiller walked a few hundred meters, then put away his umbrella and got in the car.
"The Grayson Troupe's circus is very famous, and many tourists from other places come here specially to watch it. But it's also true that you can't see gophers as big as wild boars anywhere else."
"Did they catch the seagull on the dock? Why haven't I seen it in the past few days?"
"It seems that it was captured before, but it is very difficult to tame and it will poop everywhere. Can you imagine how big the poop of a seagull that big would be?"
"Can you stop talking? I haven't eaten yet..."
The two of them walked all the way to the theater. When they got there, Schiller suddenly remembered, "Didn't you have a dinner date with Cobert tonight?"
"That's nine o'clock. We'll have time for that."
It turned out that he was a little too optimistic. As luck would have it, during the circus performance today, a large group of parrots got out of control and rushed madly towards the audience. It took two or three hours just to catch them, and it was almost 10 o'clock when it was over.
Standing at the door of the theater, Schiller sighed, removed a feather stuck to the collar of his suit, and looked at Victor who was reloading the freezing gun.
I can only say that it’s a good thing that Victor came. If it weren’t for his freezing gun, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to catch all the parrots by tomorrow morning.
"Oswald? Yes, I'm in some trouble... No, it's nothing. Forget it, let's meet tomorrow at noon."
After hanging up the phone, Victor first sent Schiller back to school, and then drove home. Before leaving, he said, "Because of the treatment, Billy has fallen behind in his classes, and I have to go home to tutor him."
Schiller waved and watched the car lights disappear into the dark street.
He sighed, yawned, and prepared to go back to rest.
Schiller went to bed early tonight because he was thinking about going to watch the football team's training game tomorrow morning.
This decision proved to be very prescient, as he was woken up again by Victor's call at two in the morning.
“Come and save me!” Victor’s slightly collapsed voice appeared on the other end of the phone. “You go to grammar school, right? Come quickly! I’m really going crazy, Xi!”
"Don't call me 'Xi'." Schiller sat up from the bed slightly sleepily, took off his nightcap, and tidied his hair with his hands.
"No matter what! Come here quickly!!!"
At 2:30 in the morning, a car stopped in front of the Freese family's house. When Schiller got out of the car, he tightened his windbreaker, looked at the large villa in the yard with bright lights, and sighed deeply.
Victor was standing on the porch waiting for him, wearing only a simple solid-color knitted sweater. His hair was messier than the fuzz on the sweater, and from the shape of it, it could be seen that he had probably scratched it himself.
"Either help me with my homework or teach me some child psychology. Schiller, quick!"
Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and followed Victor to Billy's bedroom. Billy was sitting on the carpet with a textbook in front of him and a picture book next to him.
"You teach him first. I still have to do my homework." Victor scratched his head, turned around and rushed out the door, standing in the stairwell and shouting, "Nora! Where's the white latex that was not used up when you glued the stool together?!"
Schiller also sat on the carpet against the wall, took Billy's textbook and took a look at it. He found that although this was a public school textbook, the knowledge was still quite difficult and was about the same level as a private grammar class.
"Come on, Billy. Look at this word. What is it? It's 'tire.' Are tires countable?"
Facts have proven that tutoring children with their homework has nothing to do with the parents' academic qualifications, occupations, or even the stability of their personality, the way they express their emotions, or their recent mood changes.
The main thing is whoever comes will go crazy.
Billy has never studied well and has not developed good study habits since childhood. This is reflected in his lack of concentration. It is good if he can listen for one or two minutes out of ten.
Moreover, his ability to comprehension is also problematic. It’s not that there is a problem with his IQ, but because he has not received a systematic education, his mind does not tend to think logically and his imagination is always running wild.
For example, when seeing numbers, instead of calculating them, they think that the number "2" looks like a swan and the number "8" looks like two eggs. Divergent thinking overwhelms logical thinking, resulting in a failure to understand the question.
In this situation, even though Victor and Nora are experienced teachers, they can still be driven crazy.
They called Schiller over not because they thought Schiller could solve the problem, but because they knew Schiller would not get angry - because the mentally ill patients he faced every day were much more outrageous than this.
Schiller was not really angry. If you couldn't concentrate, he would repeat it a few more times; if you couldn't understand the topic, you would read it a few more times.
Schiller finished half of it in this way, and when he felt it was almost done, he finished the rest.
This was one of the reasons why Victor asked him to come over: Victor had not studied grammar systematically and made too many mistakes, so the teacher might think that he was not taking tutoring seriously.
It was almost dawn when they finally finished. Billy had already fallen asleep. When Schiller went downstairs, Victor was walking upstairs with the handicraft he had spent most of the night on.
Schiller patted Victor on the shoulder, a small gesture that expressed infinite sympathy.
Being a mental patient is not bad, at least there will never be a chance to legally raise a child. Thinking of this, Schiller couldn't help laughing.
As expected, after sending Billy to school with his homework and craft work, Victor, who had been up all night, fell asleep and successfully missed lunch with Cobert again.
The two of them had originally planned to meet in the faculty cafeteria. Victor slept until the afternoon, and Cobert came to Schiller's office without waiting for anyone.
Schiller probably guessed what was going on, so he said, "It's not a big deal. Harley suddenly had an idea to set up a villain organization and offered a high salary of 50 per person per year. Victor asked if you wanted to participate."
"Villain organization?" Cobblepot couldn't help but frowned and said, "Do I look like a villain?"
Schiller actually looked at him seriously, and then found that the Cobblepot in their universe did not look like a villain.
On the one hand, he is thin, and thin people are relatively energetic, and he also maintains the habit of fitness. Although he did not grow very tall due to lack of nutrition in childhood, his body proportions are still good.
On the other hand, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. After Cobert's business was established, he paid special attention to his appearance, and maintained himself well in all aspects. He exuded a reliable temperament from the inside out, and did not look evil at all.
So Schiller had to say: "Harley's selection criteria are: if your counterpart is a villain in another universe, you can join. In other universes, Cobblepot is the famous Penguin."
"And after all that effort, you only become a mayor?" Cobert was quite disdainful.
"None of this matters. The key is whether you want to make the money."
“What does this organization mainly do?”
"To be honest I don't know, but since they're a villain organization, they're probably going to fight against the Justice League."
"So where is the Justice League?"
"Good question." Schiller said, looking at the paper in his hand, "Although they are off work now, they will go back to work one day. Let's talk about it then."
Cobert touched his cheek and said, "I don't have anything else to say. When you need to decide on the candidate, you can add my name to the list."
"Okay, I'll tell Harry." Schiller nodded.
After Cobert left, Harry called again.
"Something happened with Billy, and Victor just got free. But he has already contacted Cobert, and I think there will be a result tomorrow."
"What about Harvey?"
"He's still looking up federal association regulations. He said he'll give me the results tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, okay." Harley's voice revealed helplessness.
She hung up and called Pamela again.
"I've figured out what to call this organization!"
"what is it call?"
"'Tomorrow's Alliance'!"
"why?"
Harry said viciously:
"Because no matter who you ask, 'When will there be results?', their answer will always be 'tomorrow'!"
LOL, no work at all