OBS Chapter 2615 Mayfly World (5)
Chapter 2615 Mayfly World (5)
Chapter 2615 Mayfly World (Fifteen)
Of course, Schiller was talking about China. In fact, China now wants to do more than just grow crops on alien planets. Their ideas are somewhat unique. You said that plants grow through photosynthesis, and the light for photosynthesis refers to the light of the sun. Then why can't we grow crops on the sun?
Of course, Schiller had no idea how far the research had progressed. He had not had much dealings with China in his life, and at most he only knew a few people from the S.H.I.E.
Because China in this universe really doesn't need much help. They have been very powerful throughout history and have ruled the world much longer than the United States. They don't need anyone to worry about them.
However, Schiller felt that since the general settings had not changed, China must have this kind of talent, but Schiller also felt that they would not cooperate with the Brotherhood of Mutants.
First of all, the idea of the Brotherhood of Mutants is to find a utopia outside the earth, which is inconsistent with China's concept of mutants. China has always advocated that mutants integrate into society. They are just ordinary people with special talents. They do not agree with packing up mutants and throwing them far away.
Even if China wants to do this, it has to consider the opinions of so many mutants in the country. After so many generations of reproduction and development, most of the mutants living in China think so. I am just an ordinary person and a citizen of the earth. I am a builder of this society and I deserve to enjoy this entire civilized society. Why should I be driven away?
Secondly, the Brotherhood of Mutants has a bad reputation and has carried out real terrorist attacks. Schiller has the impression that China will not openly cooperate with such an organization.
Schiller also explained this to Magneto, saying, "So it may be difficult to achieve your desired goal using traditional farming methods."
Magneto remained silent. He thought that this was a dead end. He had neither the talent to carry out infrastructure construction, nor the organizations that were good at infrastructure construction would play with him. Was he only able to rely on robbing?
"But then again," Schiller said, changing the subject, "if traditional farming doesn't work, then we can think of some unconventional ways."
"What do you mean?"
"Superpower farming." Schiller said, snapping his fingers.
Magneto shook his head and said, "We don't have anyone who can farm here, and neither does Charles. Some of the people who can help would rather use their fists to deal with the thugs on the street than to consider the future of their race."
Magneto's words were obviously directed at his two daughters. Not to mention his son, as he could not help at all.
Scarlet Witch and Polaris' abilities can indeed be used for farming, but the problem is that one is love-brained and the other treats her father like an enemy, so obviously neither of them can help.
As for Charles, although Daqun is his son, the two have never had any dealings with each other, and it is difficult for Charles to get him to move. As for the group of children in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, they are not at the age to be obedient and work hard.
The more Magneto thought about it, the more worried he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was no hope for the future of mutants. But at this time Schiller said, "You really don't have any here, but I happen to know a few."
Just as Magneto was about to speak, Schiller interrupted him and said, "And they happen to have a lot of experience in farming in Mexico in another universe, and they are relatively free recently."
Schiller dragged out the words, and the implication was obvious. Magneto could still understand the hint, so he asked: "What's the price? What do they want?"
"I don't know about this yet. I need to ask them, but some of them have been in trouble recently and may need help."
"Of course, mutants are happy to help." Magneto sneered and said, "There are few problems in this world that we can't solve, except farming."
After separating from Magneto, Schiller returned to his hotel room. He had originally planned to go to the Great Pyramid this afternoon and ask Martin to set up a magic circle to see if he could summon some entity of the Aztec gods there.
According to Martin, all the Aztec gods are now relatively weak, and most of them can only give him some responses. This means that it is impossible to discuss specific terms and projects. He still has to help them recover first. He just doesn't know whether his previous method of worshipping the ancestor gods will work.
Schiller thought that there was no need to go through so much trouble. As long as he could find their people, he had no shortage of energy and could just drink up all his energy.
However, because of Magneto's matter, Schiller decided to go to another universe first.
He first sent a message to Clark through the Doujie system, indicating that it was he who was coming, and then headed to the metropolis as quickly as possible. Clark just got off work at this time.
Clark was a little surprised that Schiller had come just after he saw the information, but he recognized Greed and knew that this doctor was completely different from Professor Schiller.
Clark gave Schiller a big hug, smiled and opened the door for him to come in and said, "Why did you come so soon? I should have packed a dinner when I passed by the restaurant."
"Don't worry, I brought it." Schiller weighed the bag in his hand and said, "Is Louise here? Maybe I can have the chance to taste her cooking."
"Stop it, she can't cook." Clark shook his head helplessly. After taking the bag, he put it on the kitchen island and checked it. "Let me see... the celery is quite fresh. This steak is not bad either. It's fresh and good meat. My God, broccoli, are you serious? I don't like it either... and cabbage. I've been eating cabbage for almost two months!"
Schiller ignored Clark's wailing, walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and looked around.
Clark is now a freelance reporter, but his previous reports on Batman and the Gotham Music Festival made him a fortune. He now rents a two-story duplex apartment, which is quite spacious. More importantly, there is a large floor-to-ceiling window that runs through the two floors and faces the south.
Schiller saw that the air conditioner was not turned on, but the room was not cold. It was almost winter in DC, and the large window facing the sun did provide a lot of heat.
Clark made Schiller a cup of hot coffee and said, "Are you cold? Doctor, do you want me to turn up the temperature?"
"I see you don't have the air conditioner on. Are you using the floor heating?"
Clark was stunned. He said, "I am speaking from a biological perspective. You can think of me as a large air conditioner."
Schiller rubbed his forehead. How could he have forgotten that the person in front of him was Superman? But then again, wasn't it a bit strange that Superman's house had an air conditioner?
Clark seemed to have heard what Schiller was thinking. He said, "I rent this house. I didn't buy the air conditioner. It belongs to the landlord. I usually don't turn it on. Sometimes I even generate electricity myself, which can save me a lot of electricity bills."
"That's great," Schiller said. "Electricity is expensive in the metropolitan area."
"Who said it wasn't true?" Clark took a sip of coffee, sighed and said, "I'm ready to go back to the newspaper to find a job. The current manuscript fee has been reduced again and again. If it continues like this, I can't afford to rent a house like this."
"I have a part-time job here, would you like to hear about it?"
"I know you're the best to me." Clark smiled brightly, "When something good happens, you'll definitely think of me first."
"Of course," Schiller said. "Whether you make money or get any return is secondary. The key is to find something for Oliver to do."
Hearing Oliver's name, sadness crept onto Clark's face, and even his smile seemed less sunny. He said, "I think so too. Oliver has been in low spirits lately and always likes to drink. I said he shouldn't have gone to Moscow. It's all the fault of those Russians."
“People with ideals will be very busy, while people without ideals will not have time to think too much when they are busy. But when a person with ideals suddenly becomes idle and finds that the operation of the world has almost nothing to do with him, he will definitely feel very sad and may even give up on himself.”
"I also tried to get him to go hiking or fishing, but he didn't really like to go. I know you also sent him an invitation to the housewarming party, but he doesn't like to leave his house right now, so he didn't go."
"This won't work." Schiller shook his head and said, "From a professional psychologist's perspective, he should have some depression tendencies, but considering his previous experiences, this is not surprising."
"Do you have any job you can recommend to Oliver? I have found a job for him before, but he didn't want to do it. I heard that the Soviet Union also arranged a position for him, but he simply didn't want to stay there. He always told me that he would rather shine shoes for 10,000 peasants than set a jewel in the crown."
"You know he is such a person, a staunch idealist. Worldly things cannot impress him."
"Do you have any ideas, Doc?"
"I just happened to have a job that has something to do with Mexico."
Clark's expression immediately became serious. He said, "Has there also been a revolution in Mexico in your universe? How is their situation? Who controls Guadalajara?
Schiller shook his head and said, "No, there isn't. Our universe has already entered the interstellar age. Now the United States is pushing Mexico towards urbanization. People are going to the city to work, and a lot of farmland has been abandoned."
Clark showed a heartbroken expression. He said, "You can only know how good the land there is if you actually farm there. Every time I go home and look at my farm, I wish I could ship soil from Mexico. Unfortunately, the sunlight conditions there are not available in Kansas, so soil alone is useless."
"But right now, there is another oppressed group that is planning to open up their new home on the alien planet. However, they don't have enough manpower to farm the land, so they plan to contract land in Mexico and transport it to the alien planet after farming."
"That's good," Clark said. "They have to pay rent, so the farmers who stay here can have some extra income. The land is empty anyway, so why not give it to them to grow crops?"
"But are they actually going to an alien planet?" Clark scratched his head and said, "Will they find Krypton? Are there other Kryptonians in that universe?"
"No, the structure of their universe is completely different from this one, remember? It's that other world very far away."
"I see. The people over there are weird. Oh, wait, it's our people who are weird. Compared to them, our side is a little too dark."
"Who says it's not true? The lighting conditions over there are better than here, and Mexico is developing much faster than here. Maybe this can give Oliver a chance to display his talents?"
"really?"
Of course, the mutants are now eager for talents like Oliver, and it is a good time for the times to change. If Oliver can make a name for himself over there, wouldn't he be more comfortable with it even if he returns to Mexico?
"You're right, doctor." Clark stood up and said, "I don't care about the career, but as long as it can make him happy, I will do my best to help. I'll call him now."
"Don't worry, Oliver..."
But Clark had already rushed to the balcony, and came back a little later with a depressed look on his face and his hair all flat, he said.
"Oliver scolded me and asked me if I thought of him as a coward who wanted to escape. He said that even if he could not achieve anything in this Mexico of the universe, he would not regard anything as a substitute for his career."
"So I told you not to be impatient. I need to tell you about the oppression that mutants have suffered throughout history..."
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