The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

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

"A few days ago, someone placed an order on the Black Isle website on the dark web, buying the life of Professor Schiller Rodriguez for $300 million in gold. Many people were joking that the behavioral school has finally taken action," said the Death Knell.

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

"Don't be ridiculous. We all know who you are." Deathstroke said, "At least Gotham's killers won't accept the order. Although we are short of money, we are not that stupid."

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

"It's definitely not $300 million," Schiller said, shaking his head. "If you want, you can move the stuff from the other office upstairs. That's all."

"Okay. I heard from Waylon that the furniture is very new, so maybe it can cover my insurance money this year."

Then he went upstairs to look at the furniture.

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

But this makes sense. There are basically no professional killers in this world. If you only make money by killing people, you would have starved to death long ago.

Most so-called assassins are mercenaries. In addition to killing people, they also pick up and deliver letters, pass on intelligence, and cause trouble for others.

The economy is bad now, and almost no one will spend money on such things. In order to survive, most people also honestly find a job and occasionally do some sneaky work to supplement their family income.

Schiller knew that the Deathstroke in their universe was quite old. Even if he was proficient in all the skills that a killer should be proficient in, it would probably not be easy for him to find a job. He was almost starving to death, so naturally he could not care about any professional ethics.

"The situation on the Black Island is not very good." Killer Croc said as he looked at the decoration of the first floor. "Mercenaries make money easily. They are constantly on the brink of life and death and are under great pressure. They spend money without any scruples. Almost no one saves money."

"After the Great Depression, income was far less than before, and the cost of living on the Black Island was high, so most people chose to leave. Most of them went to the city to find a job, and some returned to their hometowns to farm."

"Although these people are not good people, they are quite capable. 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 such a great businessman." Pamela gave him a thumbs up and said, "It won't be long before one of us becomes a millionaire."

Waylon grinned, his sharp crocodile teeth flashing coldly, but in this context, it looked more like the light of wealth.

"How's Jack doing lately?" Schiller asked again.

"He's doing long-distance driving. The transportation industry is in a slump right now, and only long-distance driving can make some money." Wei Lun shook his head and said, "It's hard for everyone. I heard that our new mayor has formulated a new subsidy policy, but I don't know when it will be implemented."

"It should be soon." Schiller thought for a moment and said, he knew the Pale Knight. If there was no clue, he would not announce it. Now that he has said it, it should be a clue.

Soon, Waylon began to load the truck. The upstairs was filled with desks, office chairs, cabinets, and other things, nothing particularly difficult to move. He and Deathstroke, plus Pamela, finished moving everything in no time.

Schiller gave Waylon an address to pick up the new furniture he had ordered. Although the other party provided door-to-door delivery service, the shipping fee was not cheap, so Schiller found Waylon.

He, Pamela and Merkel took this opportunity to visit the market in the other world to see if there were any sources of supply.

On the way to the market, Schiller expressed his ideas, which were unanimously approved by Pamela and Merkel.

"Although not many people travel now, those who still have time to travel are definitely not short of money. These people like to buy some strange and weird things and go back to decorate their big houses," said Pamela.

"I'm not worried about the business, but the inside world isn't a complete secret. What if someone gets jealous of our good business and wants to imitate us?" Merkel asked.

"They don't have the money to buy such a nice store," Pamela said. "There aren't many buildings in the city center that are suitable for this kind of store. Many of them are old and dilapidated, and it's a big hassle to renovate them. The investment is probably as high as the land price. Nowadays, even if they have so much money, they probably won't choose to open a store like this."

"That's right." Merkel nodded and said, "But I think we should still enrich the variety of our purchases and make them completely irreplaceable."

Schiller seemed to remember something. He said, "Victor said he could cut dense ice into diamond rings. Can he also make other gemstones? Maybe we can sell them in the store."

"I can also get some plants to sell...Oh, come on, Professor, what's that look you have? I promise they won't hit anyone!"

Schiller still looked at Pamela with distrust.

"Okay, I'll make you some dried flowers," Pamela said. "Dead plants should be okay, right?"

"Are you sure it's not haunted?"

"Of course not!" Pamela vowed, "I happen to have a drying oven in my laboratory. I'll make a batch and you'll know when you try it on the shelf. It's definitely different from other dried flowers."

"I hope it's a good thing." Schiller said, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

Then they entered the market. Neither Pamela nor Merkel had ever been here before, so it was an eye-opener.

"We really can't sell this in our shops?" Merkel said, staring at a glittering elf as it flew past her.

"Don't dream." Schiller said, "Don't even mention you. It would take a lot of effort for Zatanna to beat this thing. You'd better not think of going after any living magical creatures. They are not vegetarians."

Merkel sighed again in disappointment.

Several people took a quick look. Merkel began to play the role of store manager, asking about the purchase price of some handmade products, or walking up to ask which magical creatures were holding interesting things.

Pamela was here purely for sightseeing, and she thought she could pretend to be a magical creature and come over to sell some of her plants. Many of the plants she cultivated were very suitable for staying in the magical world, mainly because it was easier for magical creatures to deal with these offensive plants.

Schiller was thinking about the news brought by the death knell. Someone was paying to kill him, who could it be?

This is actually not difficult to guess. Just answer two questions and the answer will be obvious.

First, who is it that is always trying to make things difficult for the professor?

Second, who can afford the equivalent of $300 million in gold? Or, why gold?
The answer to the first question is of course the aliens who rushed into the earth, thinking they had grasped the weakness of the Justice League and would not give up until they achieved some results.

The second answer is of course aliens. Everyone knows that "in prosperous times, antiques are valuable, in troubled times, gold is valuable". The price of gold is not high now, and using gold to replace the US dollar is a pure loss-making business. No one with a brain would do this. The reason why they use equivalent gold is probably because they probably have no other human currency besides gold.

It is normal for aliens to use gold as a general equivalent, because gold is a relatively scarce element in the universe. In some lower-level civilizations, it is considered a universal currency. Many Green Lanterns also have gold quotas when they go out on missions, which facilitates their activities on the surface of the planet.

Therefore, besides Malafak, the other alien Zod is the biggest suspect.

He certainly did not guess that Schiller was the professor; it was more likely that Malafac had passed the information to him in some way.

Malafac first met Schiller at Gotham University, and then met him in the small town of Middleton. Anyone with a little bit of common sense could guess that Schiller was no ordinary person.

Since the plan against Jonathan didn't work, why not try against Schiller? What if he got it right?

Zod was very smart. He did not show up in person to kidnap Jonathan like Malafak did. Instead, he placed an order directly on the dark web and took a more human approach to deal with Schiller.

This way he doesn't have to occupy his own energy, and he can also judge Shi Le's true strength through the killer's harassment.

If the assassination fails, it means there is a high possibility that Schiller is the professor, and it will not be too late to deal with him with all our strength then.

It can only be said that Zod is more than one order of magnitude smarter than Malafak. In other words, this general is different from the antisocial Malafak. He does not have evil desires that will make him lose his mind, so he naturally appears to be more rational and wise.

This was a good move when Schiller didn't know his plan. Unfortunately, he underestimated the pressure of the Great Depression on human survival. Even the top killer Deathstroke had to work hard to make money to support his family. Selling intelligence about unfinished tasks to the target was the most profitable.

Now that Zod's plan was known, this was no longer a problem for Schiller.

Although he knew that a big reward would bring courage. The people in Gotham knew that he was not easy to mess with, but the outsiders might not know that. At that time, many people would definitely choose to take risks.

He had to be busy running the shop during this period. If a corpse came every few days, it would be troublesome enough to deal with it.

But Schiller had a solution. On the way back to the new store, Schiller called Amanda. Isn't it time to rush for sales?
"Hello? It's me... Yes. Have you heard the news too? It seems that there are many people who betrayed the information... That's right. This is a good time to prove the importance of the federal shield to Congress. Okay, I'll wait for you in my office at Gotham University."

When Schiller returned to the new store, Waylon had already picked up the new furniture. It wasn't much, just a bed, a bedside table, and a large wardrobe.

The house itself was already well decorated, so there was 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 started to clean up.

Gotham University's Mechanical Laboratory launched the latest sweeping robot, which sold quite well and was not much worse than later smart sweeping robots.

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the vacuum cleaner, Schiller ordered a vacuum cleaner, but it has not yet been delivered. So today he simply swept the dust, and the cleaning of other parts of the store will have to wait for the robot vacuum cleaner to arrive.

"I ordered some goods," Merkel knocked on the door and said, "about $6000. Professor, should I send the bill directly to your office?"

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

Schiller wrote Merkel an address and gave him the key to the mailbox, and then Pamela and Merkel worked out where to put the items in the store.

Schiller drove back to Gotham University because he knew Amanda wouldn't let him wait too long. Sure enough, he was stuck in traffic in the city center for half an hour, and it took another half an hour to drive back to Gotham University. When he arrived at the office, Amanda had already arrived.

Schiller guessed that she should be in a city surrounding Gotham and Metropolis, keeping a close eye on what was happening in Metropolis.

It's no secret that the metropolis is in a state of emergency. Many people are watching here.

As soon as Amanda came in, she got straight to the point. She said, "That guy offered the highest price on the dark web this quarter. A lot of good guys are coming here. Many of them are internationally wanted criminals. If we two work together to take them down, you will definitely get some benefits, Professor."