American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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The old bank converted into the Arkham Sanatorium is located in the southern financial district of lower Manhattan, but not on Wall Street, but on the eastern corner of an intersection on 14th Street.

It was built by a British businessman who came here to invest in the 1930s, so it looks a bit like the Gringotts Bank inside, with white walls and intricate window decorations.

Like Nick Fury said, the building is well maintained, both exterior and interior.

Most of its interiors use wooden furniture, and in the hall, due to the existence of multiple floor-to-ceiling windows, the lighting is very good.

The revolving door with the style of the last century has also been preserved. After entering the door, you are facing the main counter, and on both sides are two huge stairs, with crystal chandeliers hanging on the head, and the wooden floor under the feet is mature. The honey color can see some traces of history, but it does not look old.

The building is not symmetrical as a whole. The east side is the main building, so most of the convalescent rooms are on the east side, while the west side is the clinic and functional buildings.

Precisely because this old bank is not on Wall Street, the price of this land was not high when it was bought, and the space was relatively spacious. There are 7 floors up and down. There are about 60 available rooms on the east side, and more than 30 rooms on the west side. There is also a sky garden on the 3rd floor at the back of the 2nd floor.

The people who built this bank are also very willing to spend the money. The interior is very luxurious and the style is extravagant and comfortable. This is a building that is very in line with the aesthetics of the old money at that time. Therefore, it does not need too much decoration, it directly satisfies the aesthetics of a nursing home. and practicality.

Strange walked through the hallway on the third floor of the hospital, and a nurse behind him flipped through his notebook and said: "Mr. Eisen on the second floor wants to drink special drinking water, and Mrs. Harris on the third floor wants us to He and she prescribed eye drops containing immortality factor ingredients..."

"I'm going to have a meeting with the dean now, and I'll talk about these things when I finish the meeting."

Strange went upstairs and turned left to the dean's office on the easternmost side of the fourth floor. When he entered, Schiller was opening champagne. Strange said angrily: "You plan to open champagne now, Is it too early? There's a lot of mess out there waiting to be cleaned up."

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He threw a stack of documents on the table in front of Schiller and said, "You are taking so many appointments for patients. The office system of this nursing home is not perfect, and fifty or sixty patients, doctors and Nurses are going crazy."

"Don't worry." Schiller slowly took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, then pointed to the chair, and motioned for Scranty to sit down. He poured himself a glass of wine first, then Strange, and then Said: "The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are already training, and it is estimated that a batch will be sent this afternoon."

"Agents? You told me in the morning that the medical staff who were urgently dispatched are agents???"

"Of course, and not only do they not have to pay my salary, Nick has to pay me."

Strange opened his mouth. He was not stupid. Of course he knew what the agents were here for. He said, "You sell the patient's private information to the secret service organization???"

"Stephen, look up, how can there be any patients here? They eat the most expensive skin care products in the world, and even if the skin is scratched, the best personal doctor will go to see them."

Schiller put one hand in his pocket, picked up the glass with the other, took a sip and said, "They didn't come here to heal."

"Of course I know that they are here for the immortality factor theory you made up, and want to use it to immortalize yourself." Strange said with a "sneer".

Schiller shook his head, put down his glass, and said, "This is just one aspect, have you heard of Noah's Ark?"

"God wanted to destroy the world with a flood, so he built an ark. The number of people in the ark was limited, and only a very small number of people could survive."

"When things have evolved to this point, it doesn't matter what happens after boarding the ship. The important thing is that they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy tickets to prove that they are God's darling in front of mankind all over the world. ."

"If you were the captain of Noah's Ark, no matter how well the ship drove, God would never let you, a vampire, enter the door." Strange also took a drink from the glass.

"How many more medical staff do you need?"

Strange thought for a while, and then said, "At least 50 people are needed. There are almost no escorts on the third and fourth floors. They all shout that they need private nurses."

"I'm not asking the least, but the most."

"The most? How many people can a sanatorium on the seventh floor fit in? I'm afraid it will be full of 1,000 medical staff?"

"You don't share the money for arranging the agents to enter the nursing home. That's my reward, but you can raise 5 points for the reimbursement share of the falsely reported number of people."

"It's absolutely impossible without 5,000 people." Strange said decisively: "Patients spend a lot of money, and one person needs a medical team of at least 200 people to accompany him 24 hours a day."

"Is there still room for improvement?"

Strange propped his elbows on the table and pressed his hand to his chin, saying, "It depends on whether you can get the qualification of a medical or pharmaceutical research institute. There is no upper limit on the number of people in this kind of institution, even if I 20,000 people will do."

"20,000 people? 2 researchers and 19,998 assistants?"

"Internships." Strange said with aggravated tone: "How many people are there at Columbia University? How about New York University? We grant them internship places, let alone 20,000 people. If there are more universities in New York, 100,000 people All reasonable."

"Wait." Strange suddenly reacted, as if he had been led into a ditch by Schiller, and he said, "Even if you collect money from multiple sources, you don't have to do it this way, right?"

"You took money from these clients, fooled them with health care products that didn't know whether they had curative effects or not, and even took money from the secret service organization and asked them to send people in to collect intelligence?? You..."

Strange didn't know how to describe Schiller. He said that he was a vampire, and a vampire would cry when he heard it, but if a vampire was half as vicious as him, it would not be mixed into the raw material of health care products.

As Strange was thinking, there was a knock on the door of the Dean's office. A man wearing a trench coat and a hood walked in. Schiller took another glass from the wine cabinet and poured a glass of champagne. This The man took off his hood, and he was a blade fighter.

"I didn't understand the whole set of what you told me on the phone." The blade warrior said a little puzzled: "But are you sure that it works for me?"

"Of course, of course." Schiller moved him a chair and motioned him to sit down. After the blade sat down, Schiller said, "What else is more beneficial than the vampire standing up and proving that the immortality factor in the vampire is useful and beneficial. evidence?"

"But I'm not a vampire, I haven't even been bitten, just my mother..."

"That's it. When you tell the story later, you must emphasize that after your mother was bitten, you became a vampire when you were born. What does this mean?"

Schiller looked at Strange, who was also a little confused. He said, "Prove what? Prove that vampires are vicious, even pregnant women bite?"

"No! This proves that a certain substance in vampire blood can be transmitted from mother to child, which will be welcomed by the high-end mother-to-child market."

"Next question, Eric, how old are you this year?"

"Well, I forgot, but it must be in my 30s?"

"No no no, you are almost 230 years old this year, which is similar to the year the United States was founded. You were born with the Commonwealth."

"But I'm not that old..."

"That's not old. You are young among vampires. There should be some 3,000-4,000-year-old guys in your clan, right?"

"As far as I know, apart from Dracula, there seems to be no..."

"By the way, Dracula, is he the oldest? Then do you have his contact information?"

"What do you want to do?" The Blade looked at Schiller, and Schiller said, "If he is willing to record a promotional video for us, the price is up to him."

"Let the vampire advertise the potion made from himself? What the **** are you thinking? How could he possibly agree?"

"But aren't you already here?"

"My situation is special. I hate these rats. They are my enemies. I wish humans would kill them all."

"Then how do you know that you are the only one in this special situation?"

Schiller said sincerely: "Eric, you have to know that your strength alone is not enough."

"I heard that you have connections with the clan. You can ask those moderates how they plan to deal with the radicals? If you don't mind, I can talk to them about a business."

"Business? What are you going to talk about?"

"Let me handle their political enemies, and I can give them 20% of the income from the sale of medicines. This is already very high. Nick can only take 30%."

The blade fighter opened his mouth, paused, and then said: "This is ridiculous, but..." The blade fighter said suspiciously: "It's really a bit strange, human beings are mass-promoting vampire-based medicines, I thought The moderates will start taking turns protesting."

"Perhaps you haven't thought that those vampires with vocal ability don't care that their own kind is made into medicine, as long as it is not themselves who are made into medicine."

"On this basis, it would be better if it was their enemy who was made into medicine."

"And if the whole process doesn't even require them to take action, and only needs to provide humans with a little intelligence and information, they can comprehensively attack their political enemies, make their enemies exhausted, or even wipe them out, then why not do it? Woolen cloth?"

"If in this process, not only do they not need to pay, but they can also gain a lot of money and resources, then why are they not interested?"

"In the final analysis..." Schiller concluded: "Moderate vampires just want to enjoy themselves, and if they want to enjoy themselves in human society, they need status and money. The enemy will replace it."

"When they get used to this extravagant life and all the radicals are eliminated, they will spontaneously select some people from the group and send them to us in exchange for what we need to continue to maintain this extravagant life. Capital."

"Under the rule of pure blood, their society will be gradually sacrificed to human beings from the bottom up."

"Maybe..." Schiller sighed and said, "In this world, at the beginning and at the end, there will only be one vampire, and that is the undead Dracula."

Both Strange and the Blade were silent~www.NovelMTL.com~ After a while, Strange said, "I don't care about these big things, I'm just an ordinary doctor, I want to know, how can this bring me What's the benefit?"

"You have already become the attending physician of this sanatorium. Next, no matter how you divide it up, you will not lose your share. This is the benefit that a whole race can bring."

"What you have to do now is to think about how many villas you are lying in and counting money, it will be more comfortable."

Strange swallowed, he couldn't even imagine this kind of life, but he still said reservedly: "I don't love money that much, I'm a person with pursuit."

Blade shook his head and said, "Money?... Money, it's a terrible thing."

"But it works." Schiller picked up the glass, and the golden liquid reflected on the lenses of his eyes, making it impossible to see his eyes.

"It was useful, and it will always be useful."