Chapter 3520 Research on Cats and Dogs (Sixty-eight)

"A few days ago, someone placed an order on the Black Island website on the Dark Website. A total of 3 million US dollars were buying Professor Schiller Rodriguez's life. Many people were joking that the school of behavioral science has finally made efforts." said Death Knell.

Schiller sighed softly and said, "Then why don't you take orders?"

"Stop kidding. We all know who you are," said Death Knell. "At least Gotham's killer won't take orders. Although we are short of money, we are not that stupid."

"But I'm smarter than them, and I have some personal relationship with you, so I can sell this information to you. How much do you plan to pay?"

"It's definitely not 3 million." Schiller shook his head and said, "If you want, you can move the things from another office upstairs, that's all."

"Okay. I heard from Waylen that those furniture are very new and maybe I can get my insurance money this year."

Then he went upstairs to check the furniture.

Schiller looked at his back, feeling a little amused. It seemed that the old father was really short of money.

But this is reasonable. There are basically no full-time killers in this world. If you only make money by killing people, you may have starved to death.

Most of the so-called killers are mercenaries. In addition to killing people, they also pick up and send letters, convey information, and make trouble for people.

Now the economy is in a downturn, and almost no one will spend money on such things. In order to survive, most people have honestly found jobs and occasionally do some stealing work to subsidize their family income.

Schiller knew that the death knell of their universe was relatively old. Even if he was proficient in the skills that all killers should be proficient in, his job was probably not so easy to find. He was almost starving to death, so naturally he could not pay much attention to his professional ethics.

"The situation on the Black Island is not very good." The killer crocodile said while looking at the decoration on the first floor. "The money for mercenaries comes easily, and they wander on the edge of life and death all year round. The pressure is too high. They spend no scruples and basically no one saves money."

"After the Great Depression came, the income was far worse than before. The consumption on the Black Island was higher, so most people chose to leave. Most of them went to the city to find a job, and some went back to their hometowns to farm."

"Although these people are not good people, they have the strength to do so. I opened a branch there and recruited a lot of good people. Next, I plan to set up a security company to provide security for the newly opened factories in the West District."

"You are so good at doing business," Pamela said with a thumbs up, "It won't take long before another Monopoly among us will be born."

Weiren grinned, and his sharp crocodile teeth flashed with a cold light. But in this situation, it looked more like the light of wealth.

"How is Jack's recent?" Schiller asked again.

"He went on a long distance. The transportation industry is not prosperous now, and you can only make some money when traveling on a long distance." Weiren shook his head and said, "It's hard for everyone. I heard that our new mayor has formulated a new subsidy policy, and I don't know when it will be implemented."

"It should be soon." Schiller thought about it and said that he knew the Pale Knight. If there was no sign of the eight characters, he would not announce it. Since he had already said it, he should have a clue.

Soon, Weiren started loading the car. The upstairs were filled with desks, office chairs, cabinets, etc., and nothing was particularly difficult to move. He and Death Knell plus a Pamela, and moved it out in a few seconds.

Schiller gave Waylen an address and asked him to pick up the new furniture he had ordered. Although the other party provided home delivery service, the shipping fee was not cheap, so Schiller asked Waylen.

He, Pamela and Merkel took this time to visit the market in Lishi World to see if there are any purchase channels.

On the way to the market, Schiller talked about his thoughts and was unanimously recognized by Pamela and Merkel.

"Although there are not many people traveling now, people who are still available to travel must not be short of money. These people like to buy some weird things and go back to decorate their big houses," said Pamela.

"I'm not worried about business, but the world is not a complete secret. What if someone jealous of our store's business is good, what should I do if we imitate us?" Merkel asked.

"Then they don't have the money to buy such a good shop," said Pamela. "There are not many buildings suitable for opening such shops in the city center, and many of them are old and old. Decoration is a big problem. I'm afraid that the investment will not be as high as the land price. Nowadays, with so much money, I probably won't choose to open such shops."

"Yes." Merkel nodded and said, "But I think we should still enrich the types of purchases and be completely irreplaceable."

Schiller seemed to remember something, saying, "Victor said he could cut dense ice to make diamond rings. Can he make other gems? Maybe it can be sold in the store."

"I can also get some plants to sell... Oh, please, professor, what are your eyes? I promise they won't hit people!"

Schiller still looked at Pamela with distrust.

"Okay, then I'll make you some dried flowers." Pamela said, "The dead plants should be fine, right?"

"Are you sure it won't be haunted?"

"Of course not!" Pamela said confidently, "I happen to have an air-drying box in my laboratory. I will make a batch and you will know if you put it on the shelves. It is definitely different from other dried flowers."

"I hope it's different." Schiller said with a cross on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, they entered the market. Neither Pamela nor Merkel had visited here, which was an eye-opener.

Merkel stared at a shiny elf flying in front of him and said, "Can we really not put this thing in the store to sell it?"

"Stop dreaming," said Schiller. "Stop talking about you, Zatanna has to struggle to beat this thing. You'd better not be able to hit any living magic creatures, they're not vegetarians."

Merkel sighed disappointed again.

Several people were just a quick look. Merkel began to enter the role of the store manager, asking about the purchase price of some handmade products, or seeing a magic creature on the road holding something fun, he walked up to ask.

But Schiller also has a solution. On the way back to the new store, Schiller called Amanda. Wasn't this coming when he was making the performance?

"Hey? It's me...yes. Have you heard of this news? It seems that many people are betraying intelligence...yes. This is a good time to prove the importance of the Federal Shield to Congress. OK, I'm waiting for you in the Gotham University office."

After Schiller returned to the new store, Waylen had already obtained the new furniture. In fact, it was nothing, just a large wardrobe with a bed and bedside table.

The hard decoration of the house itself is good enough, so there is no need to add more decoration. After Weiren directed the workers to move the furniture to the designated location, Schiller gave them some tips and then began to clean up.

The mechanical laboratory of Gotham University has launched the latest sweeping robot, which sells quite well, and is not bad compared to the later smart sweeping robots.

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the vacuum cleaner, Schiller ordered one, but it had just been shipped and had not been delivered yet. So he simply swept the floating ash today. The cleaning of other parts of the store still had to wait for the sweeping robot to arrive.

"I ordered some goods," Merkel knocked on the door and said, "About $6,000. Professor, will I send the bill directly to your office?"

"Send it to my house," Schiller said. "I'll write you the new address...you'll just send it here."

Schiller wrote Merkel a string of addresses and gave him the key to his email address. Then Pamela and Merkel studied where to place those things.

Schiller drove back to Gotham University because he knew Amanda wouldn't let him wait too long. As expected, he stuck in the city center for half an hour, and drove back to Gotham University for another half an hour. As soon as he arrived at the office, Amanda had arrived.

Schiller guessed that she should be in a city surrounding Gotham and Metropolitan, keeping a close eye on the trends of the Metropolitan.

It is no secret that the Metropolitan has entered a state of emergency. Many people are staring at this place.
Chapter completed!