Chapter 3560 The Edge of Tomorrow (Sixth)

After having lunch with Harvey and Christine, Schiller briefly introduced Harvey to Harvey, but he was not in a hurry to make a decision. Instead, he asked him to think about it for a few days before giving him a reply.

As soon as he returned to the office and sat down, Harley called.

"How are you talking to Lawyer Dante, Professor?"

"It's not bad. I can tell that he's short of money recently, and the probability of his agreement is very high."

"Really? That's great!"

"However, you may have to wait a few more days. You also know that he is a lawyer, and this kind of person is extremely cautious and may check your asset background or something."

"Why is this? OK. What about Copper? Did Professor Fries say he agreed?"

"There was something wrong with the Copper Group yesterday. The two of them didn't meet. I guess they wouldn't have a meal tonight. You can ask him again tomorrow morning."

"God, what's wrong with them!" Halle couldn't help complaining.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, Miss. Personnel issues are 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? What method do you use to contact and act?"

"Well, I want to wait for everyone to discuss it."

"There's nothing to discuss. You've spent so much money, can we still interfere with the business?"

"Yes, you are all mature and polite adults, not like Dick's gang of gangsters... Let me think about it."

"Don't worry, the base is very important. You can also ask Waylen if there is a recommended decoration team."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller continued to read the email. After reading two papers, he felt a little headache and went back to the lounge to sleep for a while. When he woke up, he was woken up by Victor's phone call.

"You're awake? There's a big circus in the Gotham Theater today. Shivana gave me two tickets. Will you go?"

"Nora...oh, she is allergic to animal hair. Let's go."

Schiller just wanted to go out and found it raining outside. Since the dark clouds dissipated, the rain in Gotham has become much less, but it is still rainy this season. He took an umbrella and went out.

Victor's car parked a little far, but fortunately it was not heavy. Schiller walked a few hundred meters, then put away his umbrella and got into the car.

"The Grayson Theatre's Circus is very famous, and many tourists from other places have come to watch it. But as it is, you can't see gophers as big as wild boars in other places."

"Has the seagull on the dock been captured by them? Why don't you see it these days?"

"It seemed like I had caught it before, but that thing was very difficult to tame and could poop everywhere. Can you imagine how big a seagull would poop like that big?"

"Can you stop talking? I haven't eaten yet..."

The two of them came all the way to the theater. When they arrived at Schiller, they remembered: "Didn't you have an appointment with Coppert tonight?"

"It's nine o'clock, it's all too late."

Facts proved that he was still a little too optimistic. It was a coincidence that during the performance of today's circus, a large group of parrots lost control and rushed towards the audience frantically. They caught them for two or three hours, and it was almost 10 o'clock when they ended.

Standing at the entrance of the theater, Schiller sighed, took off a piece of feather stuck to the collar of his suit, and looked at Victor who was replacing the freezing gun.

I can only say that fortunately Victor is here. Without his frozen gun, these parrots would probably not be caught until tomorrow morning.

"Oswald? Yes, I've had some trouble... No, nothing. Let's forget it, let's see you tomorrow at noon."

After hanging up the phone, Victor sent Schiller back to school first, and then drove home by himself. Before leaving, he said: "Because of treatment, Billy's courses have been missed a lot, so I have to go home to tutor him."

Schiller waved his hand and watched the lights disappear into the dark streets.

He sighed, yawned, and prepared to go back and rest.

Thinking of going to the rugby team training game tomorrow morning, Schiller went to bed early tonight.

As it turned out, the decision was very prescient, because he was woken up by Victor's phone call again at 2 a.m.

"Come and save me!" Victor's slightly collapsed voice appeared on the other end of the phone, "You are in grammar school, right? Come here quickly! I'm really going crazy, sir!"

"Don't call me 'shi'." Schiller sat up from the bed with a little sleepy look, took off his nightcap and tidied his hair with his hands.

"No matter what! Come here!!!"

At 2:30 in the morning, a car parked at the door of Fries' house. When she got off the car, Schill tightened her windbreaker and sighed deeply at the brightly lit villa in the yard.

Victor stood on the porch waiting for him, wearing only the simplest solid-color knitted sweater, his hair was even more messy than the fluff on the sweater. It could be seen from the shape that he probably grabbed it himself.

"Either help me tutor my homework or teach me some child psychology. Schiller, hurry!"

Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and followed Victor to Billy's bedroom. Billy sat on the carpet, with a textbook in front of him and a picture book next to him.

"You teach him first, I have to do my work." Victor scratched his ears and turned his head to rush out of the door, stood in the stairwell and shouted: "Nora! Where is the white latex that has not been used up before that was stuck on the stool?!"

Schiller also sat on the carpet against the wall. He took Billy's textbook and looked at it. He found that although this was a textbook from a public school, the knowledge was still quite difficult, and it was about the same level as the private grammar courses.

"Come on, Billy. Look at this word, what is this? This is 'tire', can the tires be counted?"

Facts have proved that tutoring homework for children has nothing to do with parents' education, has nothing to do with parents' profession, and has nothing to do with their personality stability, the way they express their feelings, and the recent emotional changes.

The main thing is who comes and who is crazy.

Billy has never read a book well and has not developed a good study habit since childhood. It is manifested as lack of concentration. It would be great if he could listen for one or two minutes within ten minutes.

Moreover, his understanding ability is also problematic, not because he has an IQ problem, but because he has not received systematic education and his mind does not turn to logical thinking, and he is always imaginative.

For example, when you see a number without calculating it, you think that the number "2" looks like a swan and the number "8" looks like two eggs. Divergent thinking overwhelms logical thinking and cannot understand the question.

In this case, even if Victor and Nora are experienced teachers, they can still be furious.

And they called Schiller over, not because they thought Schiller could have a solution to this situation, but because they knew that Schiller would not be angry - because the mentally ill people he faced every day were much more outrageous than this.

Schiller was really not very angry. If he couldn't concentrate, he would talk a few more times; if he couldn't understand the topic, he would read it several times.

Half of it was finished slowly, Schiller felt that it was almost done, so he finished the rest.

This is also one of the reasons why Victor asked him to come here: Victor has not systematically learned grammar and has made too many mistakes, so the teacher may think that he has not given serious tutoring.

It was finally finished, and it was almost dawn. Billy was already asleep. When Schiller went downstairs, Victor was walking up with him doing his hand work for most of the night.

Schiller patted Victor on the shoulder, and a small movement expressed infinite sympathy.

It's good to be a mentally ill person, at least there will never be a legal opportunity to raise children. Thinking of this, Schiller couldn't help laughing.

Very unexpectedly, after sending Billy to school with his homework and manual work, Victor, who had been in a night, fell asleep and successfully missed the lunch with Coppert again.

The two of them were originally at the faculty restaurant. Victor slept until the afternoon, and Copper came to Schiller's office without waiting for anyone.

Schiller probably guessed what was going on, so he said, "Actually nothing big. Harley had a sudden idea and wanted to set up a villain organization and offered a high price of 500,000 yuan per person a year. Victor asked if you want to participate."

"Villain?" Coppert couldn't help but frown and said, "Do I look like a villain?"

Schiller really looked at him seriously, and then he found that Copper in their universe was indeed not very similar to the villain.

On the one hand, he is relatively thin, thin people are relatively energetic, and he also maintains the habit of fitness. Although he has not grown tall due to lack of nutrition in childhood, his body proportions are still good.

On the other hand, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. After Coppert's business started, he paid special attention to appearance and maintained well in all aspects. He revealed a reliable temperament from the inside out and did not look very evil.

So Schiller had to say: "Halley's criterion for selecting people is: your simultaneous body is a villain in other universes, so you can join. In other universes, Coppert is the famous Penguin."

"And then I spent a long time to be the mayor?" Coppert was quite disdainful.

"It doesn't matter, the key is whether you want to make the money."

“What does this organization do mainly?”

"To be honest, I don't know either, but since it's a villain, I guess I have to do the right thing with the Justice League."

"Where is the Justice League?"

"Good question." Schiller said, looking at the paper paper in his hand, "Although they get off work now, there will always be a day to go to work. Let's talk about it until then."

Copper touched his cheek and said, "I have nothing else to do. When you want to determine the candidate, add my name."

"Okay, I'll tell Halle." Schiller nodded.

After Coppert left, Halle called again.

"Something happened to Billy, Victor just made a free move. But he had already contacted Coppert and would probably have a result tomorrow."

"What about Harvey?"

"He is still inquiring about federal association regulations and says he will give me the result tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, okay." Harley's voice revealed helplessness.

She hung up the phone and then called Pamela again.

"I've figured out what the organization is going to be called!"

"What's the name?"

“'Bagail of Tomorrow’!”

"Why?"

Halle said viciously:

"Because no matter who you ask 'when will the result be', their answer must be 'tomorrow'!"
Chapter completed!