The yard, which was covered with a thick layer of rotten leaves and branches, burned for most of the night before the flames were extinguished.
In the morning, there is still a strong smell of plant ash in the air.
Sitting in front of the square table that had been cleared away, Wu Ke, who had rested naked on a dusty bed for several hours last night, was now wearing a black and red windbreaker made of black mud.
The ghosts and the ring spirits of the divine power ring are still busy cleaning in other parts of the manor house.
"Before our Justice League Dark works to maintain world peace and prevent this world from being destroyed, I think it is necessary for us to do other things first."
Wu Ke looked at the two new partners who were resting in another dirty room last night and said.
"What's up?"
Pandora was a little curious. Their communication last night did not last long and ended with the other party feeling tired and in need of rest.
Mrs. Xanadu also looked over. She wanted to hear the person in front of her speak in detail about the future crisis of the God War.
"If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. Now we need some money and some funds for activities."
Wu Ke spread his hands: "I personally came to this world naked, so I need you two to lend a helping hand and use your belongings to provide temporary support."
[You really don’t regard yourself as an outsider. You just usurped the name of the Justice League Dark, and now you are ready to ask me for activity funds? 】
Mrs. Xanadu was a little bit dissatisfied in her heart, but said calmly on the surface: "I am just a tarot card fortune teller, but people in this era are becoming less and less fashionable. Young people prefer things that are more contemporary. , such as computer logic algorithms and other divination..."
This is a tragic story of a fortune telling industry that suffered from involution and competition due to changes in the times.
Even Mrs. Xanadu, who is famous in the underground world and is extremely accurate in divination and fortune-telling, is not immune to the persecution of the market environment where bad currency drives her away.
In recent years, her fortune-telling business has been somewhat sluggish.
In other words, Mrs. Xanadu doesn’t have much money on hand.
"Sure enough, I can't escape the fate of robbing the rich and giving to the poor?"
Mrs. Xanadu's words made Wu Ke sigh a little, and he didn't go to see Pandora anymore. Obviously, he didn't think that Pandora, who was dressed simply, could be richer than Mrs. Xanadu, who was dressed more like a lady before she wet her skirt.
This is also true. Pandora, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, knows many secrets about wealth.
But no matter what, she spent her whole life fighting against the Seven Deadly Sins, often helping the poor who were affected by the war.
While more people are being helped, those forgotten historical treasures cannot withstand such consumption.
In modern times, it has already been consumed to a great extent.
"Then do you know if there are any rich bad guys in this world?"
. . . .
Far away in Frost Prison, not long after he woke up, Lex was in a single room - commonly known as the "rich man's prison villa" - listening to his company's management team report on the recent management status of his company with a market value of hundreds of billions of dollars. Luther sneezed suddenly.
Hot coffee splashed on his thigh trousers, and he jumped up from the chair because of the heat.
"Mr. Lex, are you okay?"
A middle-aged man wearing glasses took out the handkerchief from his pocket. Wanting to please the big boss, he stretched out his hand to wipe the wet thigh and trousers of the other party.
However, the man's hand was stopped by another hand, and the handkerchief in his hand was taken away.
"Thanks, but let me do it myself."
Lex Luthor said this and asked casually.
"What's your name?"
"Wick Lean, you can call me Wick or Lean, Mr. Lex."
The man in glasses acted humble.
It is very strange that a senior executive of a large company is not even remembered by his own boss.
But if that boss is a figure like Lex Luthor, whose net worth is definitely more than 100 billion US dollars, that is something that is very understandable.
There is really no need for the other party to remember the name of a small person who makes a living in the company under his control.
"So, Mr. Wick..."
[Oh, I showed my face in front of the boss, and the boss even called me by my name...]
The middle-aged man with glasses seemed to feel that his days of prosperity were approaching, and his colleagues around him also cast vaguely envious glances at him.
The promotion of executives in large companies like them often depends on the boss's wishes. As long as the boss likes you, he can promote you to a partner in the company in minutes.
As long as you obtain a fraction of a percent of the company's shares, it is difficult for even a high-income professional to earn an amount of wealth in a lifetime.
Lex Luthor handed the other party's handkerchief back, sat back down, and said, "I officially inform you that you are fired!"
From heaven to hell, it often only takes one sentence.
"What, what did you say?"
The man with glasses was a little stunned, thinking he had heard wrongly.
"You're fired, I think I've made that clear enough."
Lex Luthor repeated in a calm tone.
"But why? What did I do wrong?"
The middle-aged man with glasses was a little anxious.
"First of all, even if I burn my legs with coffee, I don't like a man taking out a handkerchief and wiping my legs on the thigh that is close to my genitals."
"Is it because of this?"
"No, of course it's not just this."
Lex Luthor picked up the half-cup of coffee that had been spilled.
He put the cup to his mouth and took a sip. The pure black coffee without sugar was quite bitter.
In the world of the DC main universe, Superman's true love in life is a negative fan, Lex Luthor frowned deeply.
"You just proposed that you should adopt a cooperation proposal with Wayne Biotechnology Company, use Lex Biotechnology, a subsidiary of the parent company, to exchange shares with it, cross-shareholding, jointly research projects, and share research data. This matter makes I’m dissatisfied.”
"But Mr. Lex, if you think my proposal is not good, you can completely veto it."
"Isn't that what I'm doing?
Well, Mr. Wick, I have fired you and you are no longer an officer of my company.
And this is my company's internal management reporting meeting, but I ask you to leave here immediately! "
"No, Mr. Lex, it's not fair to me..."
"If you feel it's unfair, you can go to court to appeal, but now..."
Lex Luthor pressed the button on the table.
"Prison guard, come here quickly. There is an unrelated person here. Please take him away quickly!"
The middle-aged man with glasses was forcibly pulled out after two burly prison guards came in.
The unwilling voice finally disappeared outside the closed door of the single room.
Lex Luthor had no intention of quarreling with little people. After drinking all the black coffee in the cup, he concluded to everyone here.
“Lex Bio Research Technology is a small company that I personally invested in and built, and is only affiliated to the head office for convenience.
It stands to reason that no one in the outside world would know about this biotechnology company, but the famous Wayne Group in Gotham has noticed. This is not an ordinary thing.
Let's put it this way, I hate people who arbitrarily publicize some important information about my company to the outside world without my consent.
Well, I also hope that you will not give me the opportunity to think about changing another management team to help me manage the company in the future..."
Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts, and quickly shook their heads and said no.
"That's good. Now that most of you have finished reporting on the company's situation, it's time to talk to me about other things.
For example, the charges Superman brought against me and the judicial sentence for which I was temporarily detained for investigation should be coming soon, right? "
Lex Luthor said.
"Yes, Mr. Lex, Superman has no substantial evidence to prove that you created the Doomsday monster and then caused great harm to him.
Although he often uses other means, such as your company using charity to formally avoid taxes, but does not have the information to actually implement the charity, he files a lawsuit against you in court. However, after a reasonable appeal by a lawyer, your detention period has been greatly advanced. Now the time limit for the latest charge and detention is almost over..."
Facts have proved that offending Superman is not an interesting thing, even if it is an upright alien who will not kill humans who make him feel uncomfortable, but the other party wants to rectify a company like Lex Luthor Home, but there are plenty of ways to do it.
"I think my company is clean enough now, right?"
Over the years, Lex Luthor has been repeatedly accused and thrown into prison by Superman using all kinds of bizarre evidence found on him.
Originally, there were various major and minor evidences of tax evasion, tax evasion, and cars parked in violation of traffic regulations.
Even if it is true, Lex Luthor can use his own moneymaking ability to hire the best lawyers to make the laws of the capital country turn a blind eye or close an eye.
But unfortunately, after Superman collected these criminal evidences, he did not submit them to the court. Instead, he would pass these things to some newspapers, and by fanning the public opinion that "rich people can not trample on the law", he would not be allowed to do so. The consequences of not being punished and having to go to jail.
After trying to use medical bail to gain freedom within the sentence, he was secretly photographed outside the glass of a high-rise building eating a high-end meal and cutting a steak. It made the front pages of major newspapers and was stigmatized in society. After one time, Lex Luthor gave up this kind of marginal bail method.
In the past few years, every time after being thrown into prison by Superman, Lex Luthor honestly appealed according to the rules and did his best to perform as "excellent" as possible, and then received some moderately reduced prison terms.
"Mr. Lex, to be honest, even if the company is very regular and clean, and everything is done in compliance with the law, if Superman wants to catch you, as long as you make a little mistake, then It will be hyped and amplified, and this has become a favorite topic of many news media and newspapers..."
The old man who spoke had something left unsaid, that is, when he parked his car to buy a newspaper after get off work, he saw some short stories about his boss and Superman.
Well, he read a little bit, that is, books about love beyond gender (BL direction).
"you mean?"
"I think you might be able to get some understanding from Superman so that he won't continue to target you..."
The old man suggested kindly.
"Excuse me, what is your name?"
Lex Luthor asked politely.
The old man who opened his mouth to speak immediately closed his mouth tightly, and quickly shrank back behind the crowd.
Lex Luthor snorted: "The peace and justice of this world should not be guarded by an alien. I have never done anything wrong, but do I need to get Superman's forgiveness? "
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lex, you are right!"
Everyone around him complimented him.
"Besides, do you think I'm in this prison just because I'm afraid of Superman?"
[Isn’t it true? Aren’t you often punished by Superman until you lose your temper, so you can only choose to live in a private prison? 】
Everyone was complaining inwardly, but only the old man hiding in the crowd thought of the description of the arrogant little Luther.
That's right, the author of the book "Luthor, the great capitalist who is always targeted by Superman, and the story that the overbearing Superman has to tell" is a Japanese-American.
The matter of the resurrected Superman suing the big capitalist Lex Luthor has already happened for five or nearly six years.
The major media and newspapers often "stir things up", and from time to time they will report something with the title "Capitalist Luthor is imprisoned by Superman again". In the Justice League, it has already appeared on the surface, and it has completely entered the era of superheroes. Nowadays, the murder between Superman and Luthor has long been a topic that ordinary people talk about after dinner.
Of course, none of the company managers who are ordinary people who are aware of these talks dare to mention this in front of Lex Luthor, the big boss.
"No, of course not. I, Luther, am not afraid of Superman at all. I just prefer to stay in a relatively independent space like prison and think about some things quietly."
Lex Luthor stood up and looked around, looking at the laughter hidden under the poker faces of the people around him. He coughed a little embarrassedly, but he didn't care much.
"You guys, watch it for me. It can take as little as three years or as many as five years. I will let you know who is the real guardian of the earth. Yes, that is not a person who grew up on the earth. An alien, but a native of Earth, I, Lex Luthor!”
Lex Luthor's temperament at this time was confident and confident. He raised the index finger of his right hand towards the ceiling above his head. The sunlight outside happened to shine through the balcony of the prison's single room, but it made his bald head shine. stand up.
. . . .
The next night, just as Lex Luthor was lying on a high-end bed and about to fall asleep, a hand reached out from the darkness and patted his shoulder...
