Both Tim and Pamela understand that the earth they are on is still far away from entering the universe. The most fundamental problem is that they are not united enough.
Logically speaking, under the circumstances of economic globalization, it is not impossible to bring together the power of the whole world to solve the energy problem first, but will the United States be willing to solve it? Will Saudi Arabia be willing?
So even if children of a few years old know that the big fireball hanging above their heads is an infinite source of energy for mankind, they can't mine it. Even with Batman's technology and Superman's strength, they can't do it.
These two heroes cannot push the entire human race forward. What they need is not any specific point, but the lack of overall overall planning, so they are still scattered. The tall ones can already go to Apokolips seven times in and seven times out.
Those who are low still don’t have enough to eat.
Tim knew that in this case, it would be useless for him to get a set of Mercury energy equipment. He could not hide this thing from everyone and then give unknown energy to all humans on the earth.
However, among all the Robins, only Tim realized in advance that Bruce might want to start a big one next. If he succeeded, maybe the earth could unite. With this complete set of technology, they would not have to start from scratch. After all, energy is
The capital and purpose, starting point and end point of all technological development.
If he fails, the earth will encounter a real existential crisis after the economic crisis, and the earth's pattern will inevitably be reshuffled. Traditional energy tycoons cannot afford the energy to rebuild the earth, so they have to use the energy of the sun. This set of equipment can
Wayne Group is always in an invincible position.
If Tim relied on his own wisdom to guess even a little bit of Bruce's plan, then Pamela is the person in the game. After all, she has the power of the green of all things. Bruce would not throw away such a useful tool if he wanted to cause trouble.
Down.
He knew more clearly about Bruce's plan. In fact, it was nothing more than introducing a foreign enemy. Although he didn't know what level this foreign enemy was, Pamela had to think a little more.
Plants all over the world depend on the sun to survive. Once something goes wrong with the plan, and humans on earth are really on the verge of life and death, they will definitely not be in the mood to protect plants, so she has to think more about the plants.
The set of equipment on this planet Mercury makes almost perfect use of the energy of the sun, which makes the sun a life-saving straw for mankind and will not be abandoned easily. As long as the sun is there, plants will not become extinct on a large scale, and life will naturally
A way will be found.
Tim went to Stark Group, and Pamela went to SHIELD, all for this reason, but after going round and round, they discovered that the doctor was the one who really had the power to decide this matter.
When they heard that Schiller was coming to the West Coast, they realized it was a good opportunity and rushed over without stopping.
This is the sensitivity to information, Schiller thought. Batman's level of understanding of people is always so high. From making attempts and learning the truth to decisively investing in it, boldly playing cards, and getting rewards, he is accurate and sensitive.
A falcon.
The red taillights turned on, and the car stopped in front of the cabin. The fireplace was still burning when we entered the house, and the steam of heat hit our faces.
"Although I know you don't mind, I'd better go sleep on the sofa." Tim said, "My room is upstairs, the one opposite the doctor."
Pamela frowned and said, "This house only has two rooms? Seriously?"
She walked around on the first floor and found that the hut was really not big and the stairs were very narrow. Even the relatively arrogant new houses were so narrow that it seemed like there was nowhere to step down, let alone those manor houses.
Tim had already gone upstairs to take down the pillows and quilts. When he checked the Airbnb page, he knew that the sofa downstairs was a sofa bed. He made the sofa, put a long blanket on it, and then put
He threw the quilt up and patted the pillow at the head of the bed.
Pamela went up to the second floor to take a look and found that the bed in the bedroom was not very big. It definitely couldn't sleep two people. He didn't show any pretense. He took out another quilt from the cabinet, changed into pajamas and got in.
Got into bed.
Schiller went to the kitchen to get a basin of water and put it in front of the fireplace on the first floor to prevent Tim from getting angry. They obviously didn't do much today, but Tim felt a little tired and started to feel drowsy as soon as he put his head on the pillow.
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Schiller added a few firewood to the fireplace to ensure that it would not go out all night, and was about to go upstairs to rest, but at this moment, he saw the car lights flickering outside the window, as if a car was parked nearby.
Far away.
This is not a community, and there are no other residents. If someone drives here, they are coming for this house.
Schiller casually took a fruit knife from the kitchen and put it in his pocket. He opened the door and went out. He saw a woman with dyed green hair and pigtails and a young man wearing a hood stopping not far from the house and looking around.
"Who are you?"
Schiller's voice seemed to startle them, and they turned around quickly. The young man took off his hood and said, "We came to the mountain to look at the stars. Halfway through, the car had a puncture. Do you have a spare tire?"
"I am a tourist and my car is rented. I don't have tires that I can change for you."
"What a pity, it seems we can only wait in the car all night."
Schiller took out his cell phone and said, "Wait a minute, I'll call someone."
The light of the mobile phone shone on Schiller's face, and the green-haired woman with pigtails exclaimed: "Are you Dr. Schiller?!"
"It's me, I'm here for a trip, but I'm sorry, this house is too small and there is no room for you." Schiller smiled at them.
"Ah, no, it's okay." The woman was a little excited and said, "Can we take a photo with you?"
"Let's settle the business first." Schiller took out his mobile phone and said to the other side: "Hello, hello, two tourists' cars broke down and were parked in front of my house. Can you bring them a spare tire?"
After a while, a black guy nicknamed Little Black Dog drove up. He quickly changed the tires for the two of them, and checked the car for them. After finding that there was no problem, he turned on the headlights and walked in front of them.
Lead them forward.
"Oh, am I really not allowed to take a photo with you?" Before leaving, the woman said with some regret: "I have been following that documentary, and I am a fan of yours."
Schiller stood in front of the car window and said with a smile: "It still doesn't work. I don't want to be greeted by fans. Good night!"
When both cars were gone, Schiller shook his head and returned to the house. Tim actually got up again and asked through his sleepy eyes: "Have they made up their minds not to rest for 24 hours?"
"Don't you know yet? This is called fatigue interrogation. As long as it makes me uncomfortable, there will always be flaws."
"Would you? Tim's eyes are closed."
Schiller pressed his head and asked him to lie down on the bed, pulled the quilt over him, and said, "Maybe."
There was no talking all night, and at 6 o'clock the next morning, there was a knock on the door.
Fortunately, the people living in this house are all used to getting up early. Pamela is used to working as a laborer and has to get up early to go to work every day. Tim is almost the first to get up in Wayne Manor. Who wants him to have someone to turn his back on?
As for my good dad, shareholders won't wait for him alone.
Schiller's work and rest routine was healthier. He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, which was not as regular as people of this era.
It was the landlord who appeared outside the door, but he was not as friendly as yesterday. His tall body blocked the door and said: "If I knew you were an Internet celebrity, I would not rent the house to you. Do you want to be here?"
Do you want to take a video?”
"I didn't," Schiller said, "I told you in the chat on the software that I'm a licensed psychologist."
“The internet celebrity doctor who has twice been on Tiktok’s most popular discussion list?”
Tim was angry when he heard this. Although Internet celebrity has not completely become a derogatory term at this time, to a truly good doctor, it is more like saying that his reputation is in vain.
If this was said to the professor, the big man might be lying in a pool of blood now. No, no, no, Tim thought, the professor is not that hands-on, but at least he will scold him.
The body is left intact.
"Well, if you think so, I can't help it, so you don't want to rent this house to me?"
"Yes, but since you didn't cause any damage to my house, I can refund you the money for the next few days."
Tim immediately wanted to talk to him about the contract issue, but Schiller gave him a look to calm him down.
"Look, I don't want to cause trouble to anyone, but your house is a little remote. You have to give us a day to find a new house."
"Yes, but the money for this day will still be withheld." The landlord said angrily.
"No problem, can you leave now?" Schiller was still very calm.
The landlord was speechless. After a long pause, he pursed his lips and said, "It's not that I want to cause trouble for you, but if your fans know that you are here, they will block the place, and maybe
I can't afford to have graffiti painted on my house."
"I completely understand that if you don't have anything else to do, we have to pack up."
"Okay." The landlord rubbed his hands again and said, "I have one last request. I hope you won't give me a bad review."
"I won't." Schiller said gently: "I'm not used to leaving reviews on any software. Just treat it as if I haven't stayed here."
The landlord couldn't find anything to talk about, so he had to leave. Tim said angrily: "He was the one who gave us the middle finger during the parade. He must have known it a long time ago!"
"He just had too much to drink," Schiller said. "Then he was given some money to come and cause trouble for us, just by driving us out of the middle of nowhere so he could more easily photograph me."
"Then you still fulfilled his wish?"
"Because I also want to leave here."
"Why?"
"Now the three of us only have two rooms, how can we live there?"
Tim opened his mouth. He wanted to say that it was not impossible for him to sleep on the sofa, but in fact he didn't sleep very comfortably last night. The sofa bed was not a real bed after all. He had been pampered since he was a child and was a bit uncomfortable with beds. Last night he woke up from Mengmeng.
I woke up and am still a little dizzy.
"According to the rules of the software, if we leave early, the subsequent rent will not be refunded, because the landlord cannot find another tenant in such a short period of time, so this time is equivalent to a waste."
"But if the landlord wants us to leave, he has breached the contract first. We can complain and then give a negative review. In order to maintain the reputation of the house, he also has to refund us the money later so that we don't publicize it everywhere. In fact,
If I persist, I can get some compensation, but forget it."
"You are really different from the professor." Tim said, sitting on the edge of the sofa, "You have such a good temper."
"That's always true when it comes to money," Schiller said: "I've always been kind to people as long as I can avoid losing money."
