Chapter 1441 Research on Manipulation (VII)
In the Rodriguez Manor, Jason was walking down the stairs that he had just arranged. The stack of books was too high and a little unstable. He leaned on the railing of the stairs and moved down step by step.
A pair of hands placed in the middle of the pile of books and took down the upper part. Jason turned his head and saw Schiller walking down. He smiled sheepishly.
"Professor, did I take too much? But Tim asked me to get some detective novels. He likes to read them. Several of the books Constantine gave you are not on the market, and he kept talking to me about them. It’s been several days.”
"It's okay." Schiller walked downstairs quickly and put the book on the coffee table. He patted Jason on the back and said, "Go and ask Merkel to find a rope to tie the book up, otherwise Alfred will come over." You have to carry the books like this when I pick you up."
Jason nodded and ran to the back garden. Merkel was repairing shrubs with garden shears. When he heard Jason's words, he put down the garden shears and walked to the tool room next to him.
Just then the phone in the living room rang, Schiller walked over to pick it up and said: "Hello, hello... Oh, Gordon, what's the matter? The police station has a power outage?...Okay, I understand, you Send her here."
Jason took back the rope and started tying the books. Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Gordon will send Harley over later. The police station has a power outage. He doesn't want Harley to eat fast food. I will book a restaurant." restaurant, and then tell Alfred to pick you up later and let’s go out to eat together.”
"Or you and Harley don't go back tonight, and I will send you two directly to school tomorrow morning."
Jason thought for a moment, nodded, and then concentrated on bundling the books into categories. After Schiller finished calling Alfred, he paused for a while and then picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hey, Miss Pamela, do you remember the last time I invited you to breakfast? I have something to do tomorrow morning. I have two children staying with me and I have to send them to school tomorrow morning."
"No, it's not cancelled. I just want to say that if you are free now, meet me at the Iceberg Restaurant in the South District in half an hour. We can have dinner together, but I hope you don't mind, because there are other Two little guests.”
"Okay, it's settled then, see you then."
Soon Gordon sent Harley over. When she first arrived, Harley said unhappily: "Why can't I eat pizza? Just because there is a tiny bit of pepper on it that is almost invisible?"
Gordon said helplessly: "Because that's not healthy for a child."
"I'm an adult!"
"The bone age on your physical examination report tells me that you are still far from adulthood, Miss Harley." Schiller buttoned his vest and walked down the stairs, and said: "If you don't want to go to the Iceberg Restaurant to eat, I will You can ask Merkel to bake you a pizza, but you better think carefully because my butler is British."
"Iceberg Restaurant?!" Hallie immediately raised her tone, looked at Schiller with bright eyes and said, "It's that popular restaurant in the South District. Oh my God! There are so many people who can't even get in line, but you can actually get a seat. ?”
Schiller put on his suit jacket, then straightened his tie and said: "I think you may have some misunderstanding about my social status, but first you have to change your clothes. You can't enter that restaurant wearing slippers, Merck you."
The housekeeper hurried in, patted Harley on the back and said, "Miss Harley, please go to the cloakroom. The skirt you brought last time has been ironed."
Jason looked helpless and said as he followed them to the cloakroom, "God, I hate wearing formal clothes. It makes me look like an animal trainer in a circus."
After a while, both Jason and Harley changed their clothes. Jason wore a white shirt, a light brown windowpane suit, and overalls that matched the suit, which are common among children in Gotham's upper class. Wearing a tie, Merkel ran after him a little apologetically and said to Schiller: "Sir, I tried my best, but I really can't catch him."
Harley rushed out of the cloakroom in a hurry. She was wearing a baroque-collared women's shirt, a woolen black double-breasted tunic skirt, dark brown knee-high socks and a pair of glossy Mary pants on her lower body. Jane shoes, and a brown beret decorated with pearls on her head.
Jason twisted left and right, seemingly not used to the restraint brought by the shirt, but Harley was very adaptable to the scarf around her neck and the gloves on her hands. It seemed that she often wore this kind of clothes for various occasions, but considering Considering their life experience, this is normal.
Fortunately, when Schiller bent down to tie Jason's tie, he stopped fussing and stood quietly, watching Schiller tie the strip of cloth into a knot with a dazzling technique, and then tied the rest. The lower part was stuffed into the coat, which also allowed several people to successfully arrive at the restaurant within the agreed time.
As soon as Schiller walked in with the two children, Cobot greeted him, and the waiter came out. Before Jason could figure out what he was going to do, Harley had already followed the waiter and walked to the seat. .
"Can't we stay with the professor?" Jason asked.
Harley seemed extraordinarily patient, but she still said in a joking tone: "Of course not. In this kind of upper-class social rules, we will be regarded as children, and children cannot listen to important things. We are only responsible for being polite and being puppets for them to show off their educational achievements.”
"But I don't think the professor would do that to us."
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"Of course, but we follow social rules to avoid embarrassing him." Harley shrugged slightly, and then nodded and smiled at everyone who paid attention to her cute appearance like a real upper-class lady.
Jason became nervous and said, "In other words, if I don't do well, will I embarrass the professor?"
Harley nodded and said, "Whether you are a teacher and student or a father and son, as long as he takes you to social occasions, you represent his educational achievements. I advise you to be honest. He is in a bad mood recently. If you make him angry, he will hang you on the tree."
"He won't hang me on the tree. Only Batman will be hung on the tree." Jason lowered his voice and said, "Just now I heard him tell Merkel not to cut off the long branch facing south of the big tree in the yard. No wonder Batman is always hung on it."
At the door of the restaurant, Schiller walked in while greeting Cobblepot.
"How is your mother's condition? The new Arkham Hospital is closer to your new house."
Cobolt was wearing a very conservative dark blue suit. He had grown taller than the last time Schiller saw him. Perhaps his improved economic situation allowed him to keep up with his nutritional intake, and he was no longer troubled by hereditary mental illness. His appetite improved. In addition to growing taller, he also became stronger. Although he was still not as strong as those gangster bosses, he was no longer the skinny and timid one before.
"Thanks to you, she is very good. We went to the new hospital once after it was built. Mrs. Miller gave us a business card and said that we could call and make an appointment for the doctor to come to our home next time we see a doctor. This is very convenient."
"I hope you can do that. The hospital environment will inevitably make people feel nervous, but not at home. Do you still have symptoms of insomnia recently?" Schiller glanced at Cobolt's dark circles and said.
"Oh, no, it's not insomnia, professor. It's just that I have more things to do for the restaurant opening, so I haven't slept much these days. In fact, I sleep very well and can sleep through the night now."
Cobolt sent Schiller to the seat next to the window. After he sat down, Schiller nodded and said, "I invited Miss Pamela to dinner. If she comes, please bring her here."
"Okay, do you need me to introduce you to the special dishes here?"
"No, go ahead."
Schiller saw that Cobolt was very busy, because many guests at the table cast their eyes here, as if suggesting that Cobolt go to their place to talk for a while, and some of their eyes were even so anxious that they were about to get angry.
"He is a popular person." Harley straightened her body, leaning on the back of the chair with only the upper part of her back. Her posture and demeanor were impeccable, but her expression was a little funny.
"Everyone says that the owner of the Iceberg Restaurant has a close relationship with the Godfather, or he is the Godfather's man. There are too many upstarts who want to get in touch with the new Godfather, so they are willing to spend a lot of money to eat here."
"But in recent days, the owner of the Iceberg Restaurant has not shown up. People who come here only eat, but they don't achieve their social goals. I didn't expect that he would show up for the first time today to greet you, Professor."
Harry blinked and stared at Schiller with a probing look. Schiller silently reached out and straightened the vase in the middle of the table, met Harley's eyes and said: "If they knew that I was the Godfather's tutor, you would have to deal with endless troubles tonight."
"Hiss..."
Harry gasped, she stared at Schiller with wide eyes and said: "Are you Falcone's tutor?! No wonder you can get such a good seat even if you make an appointment an hour in advance, and you can also let the Iceberg Restaurant The boss is waiting for you at the door in advance!"
"It has nothing to do with this, miss." Schiller shook his head and said, "In fact, if Detective Gordon who just sent you here comes here, Cobblepot will also greet him at the door."
"No way?" Harley was a little unconvinced. She frowned and said, "How can a person who is in a high position and power among the twelve families greet the police with great fanfare? If he dares to do this, isn't he afraid that other family leaders will exclude him?"
"At the beginning, his family's hereditary mental illness broke out and he was picked up by Gordon. The two of us saved him, and together with Professor Victor, the three of us saved him and his mother. That was when the old godfather was still there."
Just as Harley and Jason were concentrating on listening to the thrilling story that Schiller encountered when he first arrived in Gotham, a lady walked over quickly, sat on the stool outside, and handed the bag with pearls strung into a chain to the waiter.
Harry's eyes widened immediately, looking at the red-haired lady opposite, she said in surprise: "Pamela?"
The reason for her surprise was that Pamela was not wearing a sweater and jeans or a short-sleeved shirt with a jacket like before, but a light purple slim-fitting tube dress. The delicate fabric with fish scales shimmered layer by layer under the light, and an emerald gem was embellished on the delicate clavicle chain, which matched her green eyes perfectly.
"Don't look at me like that." Pamela took a sip of water from the water glass and said, "I told you a long time ago that our parents are the same kind of people who believe that as long as girls master social skills and dress themselves up beautifully, they will definitely marry into a wealthy family."
Harry raised her mouth, blew the hair on her forehead, and shrugged, while Jason took a sip of water and whispered: "At least they taught you a useful skill, didn't they?"