Chapter 54: Bruce: You’re The Capitalist!
It has to be said.
Ian is really good at self-regulating.
He felt that he already had a deep understanding of Darwin’s survival theory. However, compared to the boy who had already calmly accepted his fate, the other three people present were far from having such good empathy.
“You…”
Hearing Ian correct the television host’s statement, Bruce almost lost it. He looked at Ian with a strange expression, not knowing why he suddenly felt an inexplicable vigilance.
“Smack!”
Clark’s slap on his forehead was very loud, extremely dull, and the sound of striking his steel forehead was extremely distinctive. Meanwhile, Lois silently returned to the kitchen, holding back her urge as a glib-tongued reporter to vent.
Don’t doubt it, this was really hard.
So Lois chose to pour herself a glass, two glasses, three or four glasses in a row of red wine, and downed them all. In her slightly tipsy state, she even thought the moniker “Nylon Stockings Superman” wasn’t too bad.
This was definitely getting drunk.
“Ian and his family went on television. I don’t think that’s a big deal, right?” Clark was still wary of Bruce. After steadying his mood, he picked up the remote control and turned off the television.
“Uh, my close-up shot hasn’t come on yet.” Ian was a bit unsatisfied. He saw his image on the news and slightly understood why Homelander liked the spotlight so much.
Clark ignored him.
He just stared at Bruce sitting across from him.
“After seeing this news, I did a little investigation. Now I’m just here to satisfy my curiosity on the way. Don’t overthink it.” Bruce’s expression looked very sincere.
Clark shook his head, though.
“Bruce, after knowing you for so many years, I’ve come to understand one reason: whenever it involves you, I can never think enough.”
Clark’s gaze was very profound.
Bruce lowered his head and chuckled lightly, his fingers gently rubbing his lower lip, not denying it. “Perhaps it’s because your super brain hasn’t truly fulfilled its role?”
He even threw in a jab.
“Heh.”
Hearing this, Clark first frowned, then suddenly laughed for some reason.
“I may not be as smart as you, Bruce, but… I sometimes have a flash of insight too.” With that, the old father walked toward the stairs under Bruce’s puzzled gaze.
“Your father has a big prejudice against me.” Bruce saw Clark disappear into the upstairs corridor, then turned to Ian, putting on a very helpless expression.
“Mr. Wayne, please forgive my old father. He’s getting on in years and doesn’t understand social graces. He’s not like me—I’m someone who knows how to handle social situations very well.”
Ian began providing emotional value.
He even complimented himself along the way.
“Oh?”
Bruce raised an eyebrow at Ian with great interest.
He narrowed his eyes as if assessing something.
“Ian, after getting your first manuscript fee, do you have any plans?” The Batman disguised as a human suddenly spoke up out of the blue—this was definitely an unmasked probe.
Ian rubbed his chin, thinking seriously. He didn’t think he needed to conceal anything.
“I plan to start a technology company, integrate the current takeout market, take a hefty cut from merchants and delivery workers, and then use all the earned money to do legal usury.”
Ian didn’t want to take any detours.
He wanted to replicate others’ paths to success. Truth be told, Ian wasn’t worried that the tycoon in front of him would steal his idea, because Young Master Wayne was still a principled person in human form.
“…”
See.
Upon hearing this, Bruce was stunned. He kept looking back and forth between Ian’s face and Lois, who was leaning against the wall not far away with a helpless expression, several times.
The living room fell into an eerie silence.
Only the sound of Lois gulping down her wine.
Moments later.
Bruce slowly spoke.
“A very mature idea. You should become a qualified capitalist.” In reality, Bruce thought Ian belonged in the category that needed to be strung up on a street lamp.
However.
His emotional intelligence was still pretty high.
“Yes, I’ll definitely be great. But America’s people deserve to have me too.” Ian wasn’t one to be modest; most of the time, he preferred to be factual.
“…”
Bruce fell into a long silence again.
“If you need investment, contact me.” After pondering for a moment, he still took out his personal business card from his clothes and politely handed it to Ian the child with both hands.
This was obviously a treatment no ordinary writer could get.
Mainly, Bruce felt he should pay more attention to Ian.
“I actually have another idea…” Ian took the business card and was just about to talk about The Boys when Clark came down from upstairs.
The sound of him coming down interrupted his words.
Because Bruce’s gaze was immediately drawn to Clark.
“Since you admire Ian’s talent so much.” Clark held a few sheets of paper. Ian recognized them and tried to grab them, but Clark deftly dodged.
“Then please publish this work too, or I’ll assume your investment in him has ulterior motives.” Clark slapped the papers in front of Bruce.
“Of course, no problem.”
Bruce nodded without thinking. It was just publishing some books—even adding peripheral IP developments, it was a drop in the bucket for the vast Wayne Enterprises.
“For Ian’s work, I’ll do it in film, television, and comics…” Bruce maintained a perfect smile. After elegantly picking up the manuscript, he was originally prepared to show off his money power.
However.
Just one glance.
Batman’s voice, invincible with money power, came to an abrupt halt.
The reason was none other than.
Batman’s tragic abusive romance
The title of Ian’s manuscript, which only had a beginning, directly entered Bruce’s view.
His expression and thoughts froze completely in that instant. Just seeing such an explosive title made alarm bells ring in the heart of Wayne Enterprises’ super boss.
Facts proved Bruce’s intuition was spot on. After just reading a few lines on the first page, Bruce didn’t dare look further—he was really afraid he’d lose control and hit the kid.
Batman stood on the balcony of his luxurious villa with nine hundred floors, admiring the scenery outside while stroking his twenty-four-pack bat abs.
Not only that, his teeth could emit colorful light at night, sparkling dazzlingly. Even the aged fine wine he drank into his mouth couldn’t cover the glow of his teeth.
Three hundred billion! Find her!
Batman shook his wine glass, savoring it carefully. He seemed to be back last night, at the twenty-kilometer red carpet, the first time he met that special woman.
To this day, he still remembered that woman’s “Jie jie jie” eerie laugh.
……
Even with Bruce’s demeanor and composure, his hands couldn’t help but tremble a bit.
His whole body was rigid.
Seeing this big boss’s expression, Ian felt a bit guilty. His plot hadn’t yet reached the part where that special woman was actually Joker role-playing to defeat Batman.
Therefore.
This opening with no explosive points really made it hard to attract readers with true taste. See, the expression on Wayne’s big boss clearly showed he wasn’t satisfied with the bland plot.
Notably, in this timeline, both Superman and Batman were at a stage where they had children, having truly entered middle age.
