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Bruce was stunned: "And this, why didn't I know?"

"It's only $5000 million. It's normal for you to forget."

"Well! Then what has he been doing lately?"

"Recently..."

Alfred brought up the file and let Bruce see it for himself, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and all the changes came back from Russell's trip to Los Angeles.

"Ah Fu, is the $5000 million IOU still available?"

"Yes, the loan contract has been kept."

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Chapter 6 Batman, what does it have to do with me, Bruce Wayne

The rooftop of the unfinished building!

The cat was sleeping soundly on a beach chair, in an indecent sleeping position, weak and boneless, spreading out like liquid.

Simply put, the cat sleeps flat and sometimes drips off the beach chair like water.

The reason for the sleepiness is that this cat is not a good cat. It is always on the go and looking around. With Russell, a shit-shoveling officer who is willing to spend a lot of money and serve him with good food and drink, he is still not satisfied. He went crazy at a wild woman's house last night. It was only at dawn that I swayed and dragged my tired body home.

Knowing that the cat has extraordinary abilities, Russell deliberately checked the relevant information and determined that it was a ruthless Egyptian cat.

The whole body is gray, with leopard-like markings on the hair. It is of medium size and belongs to the spotted tabby species. Because of the cat species that naturally forms spot-like patterns, it is known as the 'miniature leopard'.

The most amazing thing is that between the eyebrows on its forehead, there is a scarab-like pattern.

Russell doesn't know much about cats, and his requirements are not high, as long as he can masturbate, he has to admit that in terms of appearance, this Egyptian cat is very marketable, and a bunch of shit licking his face will come up to him when he waved his hand.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and Russell was sitting under a parasol in a flowered shirt and beach pants, fanning himself.

It was out of the question to fan the Egyptian Pussy, a flirtatious fellow who smelled like a wild woman, and Russell decided to let it hang out for four or five hours before forgiving it.

He is fanning, he is grilling!

The big gold chain is too vulgar, full of the nouveau riche's sense of sight, which does not fit his refined and elegant attitude towards life.Therefore, although it is the configuration of sunglasses + barbecue, it is a starlight sapphire cross necklace hanging around the neck.

This is very elegant, very low-key!

The roof door was pushed open, and the new assistant with a deep career line trotted to Russell: "Boss, a distinguished guest came to visit and is waiting in the office, wanting to meet with you."

Russell flipped through the barbecue, raised his brows: "Your guest! How expensive is it?"

"The very expensive one should be the most expensive in Gotham."

"Oh, let him come up, I'm too lazy to go down."

The assistant asked: "But... Boss, he is Bruce Wayne, the chairman of Wayne Group. I think it's better for you to go to the office to meet him in person."

Russell stopped what he was doing, pulled on his sunglasses, looked up at the female assistant, and found that he couldn't see the face, so he leaned back a bit, and his vision became clear.

The assistant was uncomfortable seeing Russell's eyes, and stammered: "Boss, is there something wrong?"

"It's not wrong, it's very wrong! You took my salary, but turned your elbow to the chairman of Wayne Group. Tell me, what do I want you for?"

Russell's tone was dissatisfied: "You don't have to come to work tomorrow, go to Wayne Group to report!"

"But... but boss, today is my first day at work!"

The female assistant was in a daze. What happened? Why did she suddenly lose her job? Could it be that her career line can't be arranged?

Bang!

The door to the roof was pushed open again, Bruce's face was like a spring breeze, with a bright smile: "Russell, my old friend, what made you furious, can you tell me?"

"Bruce, why are you here? Really, you came as soon as you said you would, without any prior notice." Russell threw down his fan, stood up with a smile, and stepped forward to give Bruce a hug.

The reunion after a long absence is always touching. The two laughed and patted their old friend's back vigorously, as if the pat was light, and they couldn't express how happy they were.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang——

Patting and clapping, Bruce couldn't take it anymore, and seeing that he was about to cough up blood, he pushed Russell away heavily, took a breath and said with a smile: "Dude, why are you angry? Did I make your assistant difficult?"

"Yeah, she said you were waiting for me in the office, and suggested that I go down to meet you in person. Look at what she said, she doesn't understand the relationship between us at all." Russell held Bruce, and the two sat opposite each other by the grill On the table, she complained: "She takes my salary, but puts you first. I saw her licking you like this. In a fit of anger, let her go to work at Wayne Group tomorrow.".

"Small things, don't worry about them."

Bruce smiled heartily, turned to look at the female assistant, found that she couldn't see the other's face, leaned back to see clearly, and handed over a business card: "Go to the Human Resources Department of the Wayne Foundation tomorrow, give my name, and they will arrange for you suitable position."

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne."

The assistant bent down, paused for a second, took the business card with both hands, and left the rooftop smiling like a flower.

As for the former boss Russell, the female assistant said that she no longer remembered who he was.

Russell rolled his eyes when he saw this, and said in a bad mood: "Bruce, what are you doing here, playboy, let's talk about it first, if it's a party where you basically don't wear clothes, I've already quit."

"Dude, I heard that your piece of shit has been reheated and stinks again, so I made a special trip to visit you. But you have such an attitude that you don't say a word. Is it because I don't wear white flowers on my chest?"

Bruce has a pleasant face and always abides by the principles of politeness of the Wayne family.

"Don't say that, if I wasn't in a good mood last night, I should be the one wearing white flowers and singing and dancing on the grave today!" Russell smiled slightly, picked up a medium-cooked meat skewer from the grill, and handed it to Bruce. past.

Bruce took the meat skewers, put them on the grill, opened a bottle of beer, and drank freely: "It's impressive, you have changed a lot, I thought you would deny it directly."

"The mask is not used to protect myself, but to protect the people around me. Unfortunately, there is no one around me. It is the same to admit and deny." Russell said something that only two people could understand.

"Then I'll get down to business..."

Bruce put away his cynical face, and said indifferently: "Death knell, what are you going to do? Also, where do you get the power from?"

"Bruce, since you've changed into Batman's vest, shouldn't the voice be changed too, with that... I don't know what you're talking about without reading the subtitles."

As Russell said, he picked up a skewer of barbecue and said while eating: "Beat Zombie Sauce, and shut up with the dead short mother Bertman!"

"..."

Bruce didn't say a word and had no sense of humor. Russell shrugged: "You are too boring. A hero who walks in the dark should smile more. Believe me, if you carry out justice with a grinning face, you can guarantee criminals They dare not go out at night."

"Answer my question, where do you get your power from?"

"Where else can I come from, of course I am myself!"

Bruce said disdainfully: "Hehe, just rely on your piece of shit?"