"Hey, big guy!"
Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:
"Have you ever felt that you look a bit like the flying man named Superman in the report you are writing now?"
Then the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Let's go back 30 minutes.
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Perry White is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet.
He always felt:
When you beat workers, you have to act like you are beating workers.
For a newspaper, the financial backers behind the scenes can never be offended, although he himself does not quite abide by this rule - he himself was famously rebellious when he was young, and reported that many financial backers behind the scenes were not Recognized news.
However, in the end, these news made the newspaper a huge profit. This is why he was promoted all the way and became the youngest editor-in-chief in the history of Daily Planet at the age of 30, instead of being kicked out.
No matter who the newspaper is sold to, it always needs to make a profit, right? And he, Perry White, was the only genius who could make a newspaper sell.
So in some cases, as long as he is sure that his choice is correct, he can completely ignore the request of the financial backer behind the scenes, or simply make a decision later. He has played this trick countless times in his 10-year newspaper career.
And he won every time.
In fact, Perry White feels that he is extremely smart, intelligent, wise and courageous... (more than 5,000 words are omitted below), while most employers appear to be as stupid as pigs, full of fat intestines, (more than 5,000 words are omitted below) and do not They seem too smart. Most of them know nothing about the newspaper industry and are complete laymen.
But that doesn’t mean the employer’s opinion isn’t important.
In fact, the more stupid laymen are, the more likely they are to do bad things. They often lack creative talents and talents, but they have a special liking and talent for making things messy.
So our editor-in-chief, Perry White, has developed his own way of dealing with employers.
Conquer the majority of employees, establish your own prestige, build your own kingdom, prove that you are always right in practice again and again, run the Daily Planet like an iron barrel, and weaken the employer's influence within the Daily Planet as much as possible The right to speak and influence can minimize the impact of their stupid decisions.
No matter how many times the Daily Planet changed hands, he always did that.
This is true even if the current financial owner has changed from Morgan Edge, the president of the Galaxy Broadcasting System, to Bruce Wayne, the most famous diamond king in Gotham City.
This guy is no different from the funders he has seen before. They are all idiots who don't understand journalism at all - well, except for Morgan Edge. This guy is the funder who knows the most about journalism he has ever seen. The acquisition of the Daily Planet was an attempt to challenge his authority.
It took him a lot of energy to thwart the other party's evil conspiracy (the so-called "conspiracy" was limited to Editor White's own opinion).
Perry White was slightly lost in thought, then quickly shook his head.
But it is obvious that a character as troublesome as the other party will never appear again, and Bruce Wayne will definitely not be such a powerful character.
At this time, he was standing in front of the Daily Planet with a large group of reporters, preparing to welcome Bruce Wayne's visit.
He raised his wrist to look at the watch on his hand, and then saw the other party's extended Lincoln luxury car slowly approaching from the street——
The time was perfect, he had thought that a famous playboy like Bruce Wayne would usually be late.
Wait, a stretched Lincoln?
This is an extended luxury car model that is longer than a standard vehicle, with more seats and more space.
Why would Bruce Wayne come here in such a luxury car?
Perry White's face suddenly turned dark when he thought of the rumors about the other party's playboy. If the other party brought out a large group of beauties from the car later, the reputation of Daily Planet would be ruined!
His competitors would surely rush to report on this wonderful anecdote and then laugh loudly. The other party wouldn't be so outrageous, right?
Then he saw the car door open, and Bruce Wayne walked out alone, with only an old butler beside him.
Fortunately, the worst did not happen.
Perry White breathed a sigh of relief. He saw Bruce Wayne wearing-uh...what?
The other party was wearing a pink mink as colorful as a dodo bird, lined with a Hawaiian plaid shirt.
He was wearing cool shorts, a pair of bamboo and rattan slippers on his feet, toad sunglasses on his face, his mouth was cleft to the base of his ears, and he was letting out a silly laugh.
Look at this guy's face, he's obviously the kind of rich idiot.
Did you think you came to the metropolis for vacation?
And the old butler behind you, what age is he? He is still dressed like an old British butler from the 1920s. What do you think you are doing, filming a TV series?
Perry White, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, was complaining in his heart, but still with a warm smile on his face, he extended his hand to the other party: "Dear Mr. Wayne, welcome to Metropolis!"
Then he was stuffed with money.
?
Who do you think I am?
Gas, shaking, cold.
This is a complete insult!
Do I, Perry White, really think I am a person who has never seen money?
How could you insult me like this!
Perry White originally wanted to say this loudly, but he only said one word before he saw the old butler behind Bruce Wayne take out a pile of money from the box and throw it into his hand again. In arms.
"I×&%￥#@......"
Editor-in-Chief White's language module loaded in confusion for a moment, and then he suddenly woke up the next second.
This is a power grab! A complete power grab!
The eyes of the shrewd and capable Editor-in-Chief White suddenly became sharp. Those who come to the other side are not good, and those who are good will not come.
The power maniac's desire for power was activated in an instant, allowing him to quickly get rid of his greed for money.
In just a few seconds, he quickly adjusted his mental structure.
In the face of such a money offensive, few people can control themselves, but he happens to be one of them...
perhaps.
"No, I'm not that kind of person."
He controlled himself and said.
He forced himself not to look at the pile of bills. He knew that the change in his expression at that moment made Bruce Wayne see the clues, so he used more banknotes to gag him.
It was a mistake, and one he wouldn't make again.
He stuffed the pile of money back into the old butler's box very quickly, and then symbolically took away the first small pile of money: "Thank you very much, Mr. Wayne, you are so polite. .”
"But I don't deserve no reward for no merit, and I don't deserve too much money. I'm not such a casual person."
He turned his head forcefully, feeling his heart twitch.
Then he turned around and saw Steve Lombard, a sports reporter from the Daily Planet, approaching eagerly: "Mr. Wayne! Nice to meet you!"
Lombard was a good-looking former professional player until he suffered comminuted fractures of both knees in a car accident. So he returned to college to continue his studies, obtained a degree in journalism, and joined the Daily Planet, where he was responsible for the sports section.
——The above is his past resume.
Now, in Perry White's eyes, our Mr. Lombard has become a dog waiting to be fed.
Then the next second he was struck with joy by a large stack of banknotes.
"That's great. Regardless of whether the people coming tonight are people or not, I can-"
Alfred took more money out of the box.
Our Editor-in-Chief White watched helplessly as the old butler threw the bills one by one. The reporters he brought with him burst into jubilation.
"Okay." He looked around with some anger: "Want to see the inside, Mr. Wayne?"
He didn't even want to continue his welcome speech.
They walked into the Daily Planet together.
The sports reporter contentedly stuffed the bills one by one into his pants pockets, enjoying the full feeling, and then a feeling of guilt surged into his heart.
After taking so much money, I always feel like I have to help with something.
While the editor-in-chief and Mr. Wayne were still talking, he turned around and saw that the old butler who had given him the money was trying to carry the box behind his back, so he immediately said:
"It must be very tiring for an old man like you to carry so much money. Let me help you."
"I can help you carry..."
He put his hands on the box and tugged hard.
Didn't pull.
He exerted great force, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the box was suddenly lifted a little.
He could already feel a groan running down his spine.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Lombard~"
He heard the old butler say to him in a British accent: "But I'm afraid I can do my job myself."
Then he saw the other party lift the box with one hand, sling it on his body, and stand behind Bruce Wayne gently and deftly.
The box was like a building block in the hands of the skinny old man.
The sports reporter looked at his arm suspiciously. He was a little confused.
"That doesn't make sense," he muttered.
"The Daily Planet owns..."
Perry White waved the less important reporters away to return to their posts, lest they all fall prey to Bruce Wayne's money offensive.
He took several distinguished editors with him and continued to accompany Bruce Wayne walking in the huge office group: "We have more than..."
Before his tirade began, he heard Bruce Wayne whisper to him:
"Stop, tell me where Clark Kent is first."
Editor-in-Chief White blinked. He had already guessed that the other party would ask this.
Since the Daily Planet was acquired by Bruce Wayne some time ago, the other party made a special request to him:
Priority was given to recruiting a farm boy from Kansas as an employee. There was no education requirement and he was about 20 to 30 years old. This was too obvious. When he got the request, he almost wanted to say that you should just go directly. Submit your name and I'll hire you directly.
"I put him in the same office as Lois Lane." Editor-in-Chief White said.
Then he called to the back: "Miss Lane, Miss Lane?
The dark-haired beauty who followed them a few steps quickly stepped forward, then stretched out her hand and said somewhat restrainedly: "Hello, I am Lois Lane. I am very happy..."
But Bruce Wayne didn't shake her hand, and she had another wad of money in her hand.
Louis, who was smart and capable, felt his tongue was starting to get knotted. She could only forcefully ignore the topic of handshakes and said:
"Come with me, Mr. Wayne, and let me introduce them to you."
Editor-in-Chief White gave up his position and let Louis lead them into the office: "Everyone, please stop what you are doing. This is our behind-the-scenes financial backer, Boss Bruce Wayne -"
His voice disturbed the silence of the office, and Jimmy Olsen looked up from the thick documents.
But Chen Tao ignored him, and he floated directly to Clark Kent's table, unable to conceal his excitement.
But Chen Tao quickly concealed his emotions again and pretended to concentrate on what he wrote on the table.
Louis gave Editor-in-Chief White a questioning look, and he shrugged.
Suddenly disturbed, the boy from Kansas stiffened, then smiled shyly.
Chen Tao reached out and took away the manuscript he was writing. Clark's hand flickered for a moment, but immediately returned to its original place and allowed the manuscript to be taken away.
"Well, a mysterious flying man appears in Metropolis to fight crime? You call him Superman?"
Perry White walked over quickly: "Newcomer, I told you, what we want is news, not urban legends, you can't..."
"it's okay no problem."
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Tao reaching out.
"Hey, big guy!"
Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:
"Have you ever felt that you look a bit like the flying man named Superman in the report you are writing now?"
Then the smile on his face suddenly froze.
? ? ?
"Have it?"
Clark Kent immediately and silently adjusted the biological stance to the maximum, and then showed an innocent smile on his face: "I don't feel like it at all."
His biological stance can distort other people's perceptions, making them blind to his face. Clark Kent was sure that no matter how he looked at it, no one should associate him with that flying man!
They are two completely different people!
"Take off your glasses."
He heard Bruce Wayne say, "Hurry up."
Clark did as he was told. He once again adjusted the biological stance to a higher level, and even trembled slightly due to the excessive force.
Chen Tao lifted the photo on the manuscript and placed it flat next to Clark's face.
"That's right."
Clark heard the other person say: "You are Superman."
? ? ?
Clark's super brain fell into chaos.
"You are really good at joking." He stumbled and said, "How could I..."
Jimmy Olsen leaned over: "That's true, Mr. Wayne, I think... well... they're not the same at all."
Chen Tao was noncommittal.
"What do you think? Miss Lane?"
Lois Lane seemed a little confused, but she still said: "I don't think so at all..."
Snapped!
But before she finished speaking, there was a thick wad of banknotes in front of her eyes.
Alfred flashed back into the corner.
Chen Tao turned to her and asked, "Do you think they look alike now?"
"...I think Clark Kent looks exactly like Superman."
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, no matter what, they are..."
Snapped!
Jimmy Olsen was also stuffed with a wad of bills.
"That's right, Clark Kent is just like Superman!"
Clark looked at his two colleagues dumbfounded.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Stacks of banknotes were handed out to everyone present.
And finally, a wad of bills was dumped in front of Clark Kent.
"I think you are Superman."
"Indeed."
"Nothing wrong."
"They look exactly the same!"
There were echoes all around.
Clark Kent grabbed the banknotes blankly, and then a look of helplessness appeared on his face.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I am Superman."
He said.
(End of chapter)
