Chapter 487: A Little Expert in Getting Rich (Part 1)

In the manor, the afternoon sunlight shines on the carpet through the windows. The fine velvet roots on the carpet are clearly visible. Her leather shoes step on the edge of the carpet. Merkel, who is wearing a shirt, leans forward, crosses the table, and picks up from the shelf. Take the globe down.

The globe had not been used for a long time, and there was a layer of dust on the surface. Merkel took out a rag and gently wiped the surface of the globe. At this time, he heard footsteps coming from behind. When he turned around, he found that it was Schiller who had walked in. .

"Good afternoon, sir... Oh, what is that?" Merkel greeted normally at first, and then looked at the thing in Schiller's hand with some confusion.

"Yesterday Victor and I went shopping in an antique store in the West End and found an interesting thing." Schiller shook the thing in his hand and made a crackling sound.

It was a wooden frame with many small wooden beads. Schiller picked it up and shook it, and Merkel saw the whole thing. He said: "This is... an abacus? Why are you interested in this?" "

"The abacus is an ancient calculation tool. I love it better than the calculator. It also makes sounds. The sound of the abacus beads colliding is much more pleasant than the electronic synthesized sound of the calculator."

As Schiller spoke, he sat behind the table with his abacus. He squinted his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. Merkel took a step to the side and stepped aside slightly to ensure that Schiller's view would not be blocked.

But Schiller just glanced at the watch casually, and then began to lower his head and fiddle with the wooden abacus.

It can be seen that this abacus must be an antique, but fortunately, the patinated wood will make it feel smoother. Schiller supported his head with one hand and kept moving the abacus beads with the other.

Merkel looked at it for a while and found that Schiller was not randomly moving the abacus beads. He seemed to be really calculating these things with the abacus. Not only did his hands move constantly, but he also muttered words in his mouth.

Merkel discovered that her employer was getting weirder and weirder. Forget about the changes in his schedule and living habits. Before, he loved the globe like a treasure, but at some point, the globe was thrown aside. On the contrary, the cane, which had never been popular before, was used so frequently that the paint on the top was somewhat worn off.

Today, I got an abacus from nowhere, and it seems that I actually learned the abacus, and planned to use this rather ancient calculation method to calculate certain things.

"Sir, if what you want to calculate is more important, I can help you get a calculator. I'm not questioning your abacus ability. It's just that the numbers and accounts are full of mistakes. Once something goes wrong, you can restore this part of the content. , it may consume you for quite a long time..."

"It doesn't matter, it's not an important thing." Schiller crackled the beads on the abacus and said, "I'm just practicing the abacus first in order to cope with the peak of accounting that may come next..."

"The peak of reckoning?" Merkel was a little confused again, but at this time, Schiller looked up at the watch again. Just when he made this action, Merkel heard the doorbell ringing downstairs. .

Merkel raised her ears in surprise, then quickly walked to the door, glanced downstairs, and said, "I remember, there shouldn't be an appointment today?"

"Indeed, because the people who come here don't know how to make appointments."

Merkel went back and put down the globe in his hand. When he came downstairs, he found a figure lazily leaning against the door. Without even getting close, he knew that there would be no one else but Constantine.

"Morning, Merkel, is Schiller here?" Constantine didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He raised his legs and walked in. On the contrary, the housekeeper Merkel could only follow behind him.

"Mr. Constantine, you must call to make an appointment first so that I can know whether Mr. Schiller is available today. If you don't make an appointment and Mr. Schiller is busy, wouldn't your trip be in vain?"

"Come on!" Constantine waved his hand and said, "What can he do? Eat, sleep, and wipe his broken umbrella. He only works 4 hours a day, and the remaining 20 hours are spent shutting himself in the study to study the conspiracy. …”

"You'd better not say that." Merkel chased after Konstantin, but Konstantin really took off and walked quickly. He crossed the courtyard and stepped onto the stairs, "Once upon a time" a few steps , and came to the study where Schiller was.

Schiller was still sitting behind his desk fiddling with his abacus. When Constantine walked in, he didn't even raise his eyelids, but pointed to the chair opposite.

Constantine lifted up the hem of his trench coat and sat across from the chair. Schiller gave Merkel a look. Merkel first closed the curtains, then walked to the door, closed it, and then stood in front of the table.

Constantine looked up at him and said: "Next, we are going to have some private talks..."

Merkel made a "please" gesture, then stood still. Constantine stared at him, clicked his tongue, and then said: "The conversation between my boss and me may involve some confidentiality, don't you think You should..."

"Sir, you are British and you should know that the butler does not exist in this manor, at any time."

Constantine sighed helplessly, and then looked at Schiller, but Schiller was completely indifferent, still lowering his head and fiddling with the abacus. When Constantine looked at Merkel, he only saw Merkel's standard British expression. Smirk.

"Okay, next, let's talk about my reward." Constantine said, tapping his finger on the table.

Schiller finally stopped fiddling with the abacus. He lowered his head, opened the drawer of his desk, and took out a document from it. He handed it to Constantine and said, "This is the account details. Take a look. Do you have any questions?"

Constantine took the document and was stunned when he saw the first page. He pointed to a line of words on it and said, "Reimbursement unit... Green Lantern Corps? What does this mean?"

"Literally." Schiller answered without raising his head.

"You mean, the Green Lantern Corps actually pays my salary?"

"No, I pay your salary, but I still have to ask the Green Lantern Corps for reimbursement. Don't forget, I am one of the Green Lanterns. Any strategic actions I take should be paid by the Green Lantern Corps headquarters."

Constantine opened his mouth wide and said, "You mean, you asked me to delay the first batch of Green Lanterns, drive them to the central turntable when the second batch of Green Lanterns arrived, and sneak attack the adjutant Carol. These things are your strategic plan, and then you plan to let the Green Lantern Corps headquarters reimburse you for this. The expenses incurred by the plan? "

"Yes, before I implemented this plan, I was already a member of the Green Lantern Corps, a legitimate Green Lantern, and the rules in the ring state that the Green Lantern Corps will pay for all the expenses of the Green Lantern's security activities in the sector it is responsible for. Is there any problem?"

"You..." Constantine rarely didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time, and even the muscles on his face were working hard to assist in thinking. At the end of the thinking, he spit out a question:

"Do you think you are a little bit immoral?"

"Keep reading." Schiller was still calculating on his own.

Constantine retracted thousands of thoughts, then lowered his head again and looked at the bill. While reading, he muttered to himself: "Attendance fee...travel fee...time fee...are they all calculated according to the energy of the Green Lantern Ring? It seems that there is no problem. Attendance fee is the energy of 20 Green Lantern Rings? Acceptable..."

"Wait!" Constantine suddenly exclaimed.

"380,000 pieces of magic equipment lost??? One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... 380,000?!

Constantine stretched out his hand and began to count his fingers, then he looked up at Schiller and said, "You just wrote it casually, right?"

Schiller also looked up at him, looking straight into his eyes, Constantine suddenly hesitated again and asked, "...right?"

Schiller looked at him without saying anything, Constantine closed his eyes, then rubbed his eyebrows, put down the bill, and looked at Schiller and said, "I thought you would have a basic understanding of magic."

"The entire earth... Oh, no, according to them, in this sector where the entire earth is located, there may be no more than 38 things that can be called magic equipment. "

"I've said it before, magic has a price, and a huge price. You can never hire a devil to help you make a magic weapon for free. Even the most ordinary enchanted weapon may require selling your soul..."

"Even for those magicians who have their own magic towers in the rift space, it is already very remarkable to have a real magic tool, but a wandering magician like me doesn't have any at all."

Schiller still stared at him without saying anything. After a long time, Constantine finally lost. He said: "Well, there are one or two, but I hid them."

Schiller continued to stare at him. Constantine sighed helplessly and said: "Five, really only five, including pots and pans for making magic pigments..."

Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Constantine also looked at him. Finally, Constantine raised his hands and said: "Okay! Okay! I have about 600 pieces in my hiding place..."

"But, you have to understand, my situation is special. I am good at making friends. I have many good friends in heaven and hell. When they heard that I moved to a new house, they were all willing to help. Some also did business with me, just like you, so I can get some rewards..."

"But, most of the magicians in this world don't even have a handy weapon. In any case, the number of 380,000 pieces is too exaggerated!"

"Who are you?" Schiller suddenly asked this question.

"Who am I? I am Constantine, who else can I be?"

"No, I mean your name."

"Uh, I have a name called Hell Detective, but I told you before that I am not a detective. The focus of Hell Detective is hell."

"How is your reputation?"

Constantine showed an expression of "you are asking questions knowingly", and Schiller said: "Yes, it's terrible. "

"A new Green Lantern named Schiller Rodriguez faced the hellish difficulty of Gotham City at the beginning, but he was just and made a series of plans to save this place."

"At the beginning of this plan, he drained about half of the energy of the main lantern furnace, but he found that these energies were still not enough to turn the tide, so he could only write blank checks and hired many capable celebrities, including you, Constantine."

"And because of your bad reputation, it is normal for you to ask for a lot, right?"

"But how could they agree to such obvious extortion?"

"But if they don't agree, don't you have a reason to rob? Anyway, you are a bad person. "

"I..." Constantine was choked. He said, "I admit that I am a bad person, but not that bad. Most of the time, I am still very contractual. You are ruining my reputation in the industry. You..."

"I will give you an extra 10% after the deal is done."

"20%!"

"Deal."