OBS Chapter 2941 Leisure Time (1)
Chapter 2941 Leisure Time (1)
Chapter 2941 Leisure Time (XI)
Both Tim and Pamela understood that the Earth they lived on was still a long way from entering the universe, and the most fundamental problem was that they were not united enough.
Logically speaking, in the context of economic globalization, it is not impossible to prioritize solving the energy problem by gathering the strength of the entire world, but will the United States be willing to solve it? Will Saudi Arabia be willing?
So even if children of a few years old know that the big ball of fire hanging above their heads is an endless source of energy for mankind, they cannot mine it, not even with Batman's technology or Superman's power.
One or two heroes cannot push the entire human race forward. What they need is not a single point, but a lack of overall planning, so they are still scattered. The best ones can already go in and out of Apocalypse seven times, while the poorest ones cannot even get enough food.
Tim knew that in this situation, even if he got a set of Mercury energy equipment, it would be useless. He couldn't put this thing up without telling anyone and then send energy of unknown origin to all humans on the earth.
However, among all the Robins, only Tim realized in advance that Bruce might want to do something big next. If he succeeded, perhaps the Earth could unite. With this complete set of technology, they would not have to start from scratch. After all, energy is the capital and purpose, the starting point and end point of all technological development.
If he fails, the Earth will face a real survival crisis after the economic crisis, and the Earth's structure will inevitably be reshuffled. Traditional energy tycoons will not be able to supply the energy to rebuild the Earth, so they will have to use energy even if they don't use the sun. This equipment will make the Wayne Group invincible forever.
If Tim relied on his own wisdom to figure out a little bit of Bruce's plan, then Pamela was a player in the game. After all, she had the power of the green of all things. Bruce would not abandon such a useful tool if he wanted to cause trouble.
He knew Bruce's plan better than anyone else, which was actually nothing more than introducing an external enemy. Although she didn't know what level this external enemy was at, Pamela had to think more about it.
Plants all over the world rely on the sun to survive. Once something goes wrong with the plan, humans on Earth will really be on the brink of life and death and will certainly not be in the mood to protect plants. So she has to consider more about the plants.
The equipment on Mercury on this Earth makes almost perfect use of the sun's energy, which makes the sun a life-saving straw for mankind and will not be easily abandoned. As long as the sun is there, plants will not become extinct on a large scale and life will find a way out.
Tim went to Stark Group and Pamela went to SHIELD, all for this, but after a lot of twists and turns they found that the one who really had the power to decide this matter was this doctor.
When they heard that Schiller was coming to the West Coast, they realized it was a good opportunity and rushed over without delay.
This is the sensitivity to information, Schiller thought. Batman's level of judging people is always so high. From making an attempt, learning the truth, to decisively getting involved, making bold moves, and getting rewards, he is as accurate and sharp as a falcon.
The red taillights came on and the car stopped in front of the door of the cabin. When I entered the house, the fireplace was still burning and the hot steam hit me in the face.
"I know you don't mind, but I'll just sleep on the couch," Tim said. "My room is upstairs, across from the doctor."
Pamela frowned and said, "There are only two rooms in this house? Seriously?"
She walked around the first floor and found that the cottage was not very big and the stairs were very narrow. Even compared with the arrogant new house, it was so narrow that it seemed like there was nowhere to step, not to mention those manors.
Tim had gone upstairs to bring down the pillows and quilt. When he checked the Airbnb page, he knew that the sofa downstairs was a sofa bed. He adjusted the sofa, put a long blanket on it, threw the quilt on it, and patted the pillows at the head of the bed.
Pamela went upstairs and took a look. She found that the bed in the bedroom was not very big and definitely could not accommodate two people. She did not make a fuss and took out another quilt from the closet, changed into pajamas and got into bed.
Schiller went to the kitchen to get a basin of water and placed it in front of the fireplace on the first floor to prevent Tim from getting angry. They obviously didn't do anything today, but Tim felt a little tired. As soon as he put his head on the pillow, he began to feel drowsy.
Schiller added a few more pieces of firewood to the fireplace to ensure that it would not go out all night, and was about to go upstairs to rest, but at this moment, he saw a flash of car lights outside the window, as if a car was parked not far away.
This is not a residential area and there are no other residents. If someone drives here, they are coming for this house.
Schiller took a fruit knife from the kitchen and put it in his pocket, then pushed the door open and went out. He saw a woman with green hair and pigtails and a young man wearing a hood standing not far from the house, looking around.
"who are you?"
Schiller's voice seemed to startle them. They turned around quickly. The young man took off his hood and said, "We came to the mountain to see the stars. Halfway through, our car had a flat tire. Do you have a spare tire?"
"I'm a tourist, I rent the car, and I don't have a tire I can change for you."
"What a pity! Looks like we'll have to wait in the car all night."
Schiller took out his cell phone and said, "Wait a minute, I'll call someone over."
The light from the cell phone hit Schiller's face, and the green-haired woman with pigtails exclaimed, "Are you Dr. Schiller?!"
"It's me. I'm here to travel, but I'm sorry, this house is too small and there is no empty room for you." Schiller smiled at them.
"Oh, no, it's okay." The woman was a little excited. She said, "Can we take a picture with you?"
"Let's deal with the business first." Schiller took out his cell phone and said, "Hello, two tourists' cars broke down and parked in front of my house. Can you bring them a spare tire?"
Not long after, a black guy nicknamed Little Black Dog drove over. He quickly changed the tires for the two people and helped them check the car. After finding that there was no problem, he turned on the headlights and led them forward.
"Oh, can't I take a photo with you?" The woman said with some regret before leaving: "I have been following that documentary. I am your fan."
Schiller stood in front of the car window and smiled and said, "No, I don't want to be greeted by fans. Good night!"
After the two cars drove away, Schiller shook his head and returned to the house. Tim actually got up again and asked with sleepy eyes: "Have they decided not to rest for 24 hours?"
"Don't you know? This is called fatigue interrogation. As long as you make me restless, I will reveal my flaws."
"Would you? Tim's eyes are closed."
Schiller pressed his head down on the bed, pulled the covers over him, and said, "Maybe."
Nothing happened that night, and at 6 o'clock the next morning, there was a knock on the door.
Fortunately, everyone living in this house is used to getting up early. Pamela is used to being a miserable worker and has to get up early every day to go to work. Tim is almost the first one to get up in Wayne Manor. It's because he has a good father who doesn't care about anything. The shareholders will not wait for him alone.
Schiller's work and rest schedule was even healthier. He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. His schedule was so regular that it was unlike that of people of that era.
The person who appeared at the door turned out to be the landlord, but he was not as friendly as yesterday. His tall body blocked the door and said, "If I knew you were an internet celebrity, I would not rent the house to you. Do you want to shoot a video here?"
“I don’t,” Schiller said. “I told you in the chat on the app that I’m a licensed psychiatrist.”
“The internet celebrity doctor who has twice been on Tiktok’s most discussed list?”
Tim got angry when he heard this. Although Internet celebrity had not yet completely become a derogatory term, for a truly good doctor, this was more like saying that he was just a name in name only.
If these words were said to the professor, the big guy might be lying in a pool of blood now. No, no, no, Tim thought, the professor was not such a violent person, but at least he would scold him to pieces.
"Well, if you want to think so, I can't help it. So you don't want to rent this house to me anymore?"
"Yes, but since you didn't cause any damage to my house, I can refund you the money for the remaining days."
Tim wanted to talk to him about the contract, but Schiller gave him a look and told him to be patient.
"Listen, I don't want to cause trouble for anyone, but your house is a bit remote. You have to give us a day to find a new house."
"Okay, but you'll still have to deduct the money for that day," the landlord said unhappily.
"No problem, can you leave now?" Schiller was still calm.
The landlord was speechless and paused for a long time. He pursed his lips and said, "It's not that I want to cause trouble for you, but if your fans knew you were here, they would block the place and even graffiti on my house. I can't bear such losses."
"I totally understand, if you don't have anything else to do, we need to pack up."
"Okay." The landlord rubbed his hands again and said, "I have one last request. I hope you don't give me a bad review."
"I won't." Schiller said gently, "I'm not used to leaving reviews on any software, just pretend I haven't lived here."
The landlord couldn't think of anything else to talk about, so he left. Tim said angrily, "He was the one who gave us the middle finger during the parade. He must have known it a long time ago!"
"He was just drunk," Schiller said. "And then someone gave him some money to come and cause trouble for us, just to drive us out of the middle of nowhere so it would be easier to film me."
"So you fulfilled his wish?"
"Because I want to leave here, too."
"why?"
"Now there are only two rooms for the three of us, how are we going to live?"
Tim opened his mouth. He wanted to say that it was okay for him to sleep on the sofa, but actually he didn't sleep very comfortably last night. After all, the sofa bed was not a real bed, and he had been spoiled since he was a child and was a bit picky about his bed. He woke up and dreamed every night and still felt a little dizzy.
"According to the rules of the software, if we leave early, the subsequent room fees will not be refunded, because the landlord cannot find another tenant in such a short time, so this time is equivalent to a waste."
"But if the landlord wants us to leave, he is the one who breached the contract first. We can complain and give a bad review. In order to maintain the reputation of the house, he will have to return the money we have paid so that we don't spread the news. In fact, if I insist, I can get some compensation, but forget it."
"You are really different from the professor." Tim said, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "You have a really good temper."
"It's always been that way when it comes to money," Schiller said. "I've always been nice to people as long as I can avoid losing money."
"What if someone causes you financial loss?"
“I try not to be evil to others.”
Tim curled his lips and didn't believe a word of it.