After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Although Gotham's urban security is well-known to be terrible, it is undeniable that the city itself is still beautiful.

It is a pity that few people can appreciate this beauty full of contradictions with a peaceful mood.

Hilda was wearing Martina's hoodie and denim jacket, with her hands in her pockets, walking on the streets of Gotham with a sense of age. Not long ago, there was a heavy rain, and water accumulated in the depressions on the ground, like a mirror , she strode over, and saw her own face and a flash of silver in the gap.

She went all the way, passing the towering commercial buildings and the famous Gotham light rail. There are gorgeous luxury goods in the bright and clean windows, the hot dog seller is slowly tidying up his booth, and a convenience store in the corner is singing , is raucous rock and roll:

【…TodayIamdirty, Iwanttobepretty (I am dirty today, I want to be pretty)】

Hilda stopped and looked at her state through the window. The person in the mirror looked strange yet familiar. She changed her posture and looked at herself, as if she was meeting the person in front of her for the first time.

The person reflected in the mirror has a beautiful face, and her long hair is loosely tied up on her shoulders. Her face is a little pale, which may be the aftereffect of a serious injury, only the pair of brown clothes are left. Eyes, deeply buried with an unyielding flame.

- I know I'm going to be successful.She raised an eyebrow at herself in the mirror.

[TomorrowI'llknowthatI'mjustdirt... (But tomorrow I'll know that I'm just dirt)]

A Lamborghini with smooth lines passed by her and stopped in front of the traffic light. The rich man with black hair and blue eyes raised his eyes casually, and caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar figure from the rearview mirror.

He looked away calmly and turned on the Bluetooth: "Hello? Ah Fu, about Superman..." The green light came on, he stepped on the accelerator, and the supercar roared away.

Not far away, the LED display screens of high-rise buildings played the promotional videos of the Wayne Group in turn. The light rail train silently walked over people's heads like a long queue, and the dim sunlight of Gotham fell on every calm and ordinary face equally.

In front of the huge urban buildings, everyone is an ant.The struggling survivors carry their own dreams and are bound by fate to move forward.

[...Wearethenobodies——! Wannabesomebodies——! (We are nobodies—! Want to be big—!)]

With the dream of becoming a big shot, at this moment, the unknown "Lord of the Earth" is feeling the beating of society as the bottom of Gotham.

She went to several companies one after another to inquire about the job application, but Hilda felt the cruelty of reality in the fatal three questions from the front desk lady.

"Which school did you graduate from?"

"Do you have work experience?"

"How old are you this year?"

Hilda's expression gradually became blank, and the front desk lady's expression gradually became polite and vigilant. She even noticed that the other party's hand had touched the alarm, and it seemed that the next second she would call the police to arrest the suspicious woman in front of her.

It's too hard, the work is too hard.

Hilda thought sadly that she had been wandering around for a long time, but it seemed that only the work of moving bricks on the construction site was reluctant to accept her.The salary for moving bricks is quite high and no diploma is required, so she almost fell in love with it!However, when the agreement was about to be reached and the contract was signed, the person in charge discovered that Hilda was a black household without a social security number.

The two looked at each other stiffly.Fortunately, the people of Gotham have always been well-informed, and the person in charge who wore a work hat coughed: "...We are a regular company, you can't do without an identity."

... Goodbye, my dream of moving bricks.

The dream of becoming a big man encountered Waterloo at the beginning, and the vows and complacency in front of the window have disappeared.

Hilda had to give up the job that she missed, and began to think about what job could satisfy the requirements of "not picking people" and "quick money".

After thinking about it, it seems that only some jobs on the Tao barely meet the requirements.

... Is she destined to be forced to collect protection money?Hilda felt the irony of fate.

No, that's not okay.Did you show a disdainful attitude to Martina just now, but in the end you have to go back in despair and say that you didn't find any job?

This is so embarrassing.

Turning a street, I saw a few crooked men lying or sitting.There was a piece of cardboard next to them, and most of them curled up with their eyes closed as if they were sleeping.It was the first time Hilda saw this kind of situation, so she approached one curiously to have a look. The sign read crookedly:

[Why lie?I want money to buy drugs. 】*

There was also a basin in front of him, with some banknotes and coins scattered in it.

...What is this?Hilda was a little baffled. She was standing on the side wondering, when she saw a passerby who had just bought a taco stop and looked at it for a while, hesitatingly putting the change coins into the basin.

"...??!!" She felt that she had received a huge culture shock, so was the money given by others voluntarily? !As long as you write your wishes on the cardboard, have strangers voluntarily donate to make your dreams come true? ?There are still such (good) things in this world...

She stared at the piece of cardboard, and then stared at the bowl containing dollars for a while: ... the work is easy (just sit there), the money comes quickly, and there is no employment discrimination. Isn't this tailor-made for her? Working?

Maybe it was because she stared at her for too long, the beggar frowned, raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at her, as if he felt that she looked completely harmless: "... If you don't want to give money, then stand away, don't affect the money you want to give." money man."

——This sounds very exciting!

Hilda moved aside, her eyes sparkled: "Dude, do you have any more cardboard?"

The man was inexplicable: "What? Are you okay?"

"I want to borrow a piece of cardboard," Hilda looked expectant, "I want to do this too."

beggar:"……???"

He was dumbfounded: "whatthefu... do you frankly know what the hell you're talking about?"

Hilda didn't understand why the other party asked such a simple question again.

Maybe a little deaf.She thought tolerantly, so she repeated it patiently: "I want to be a beggar like you."

The nearby beggars who eavesdropped burst into laughter.

"Did you hear that? Hahahahaha!"

"She said she wanted to be a beggar—"

"...Gotham is full of lunatics running around now—"

Hilda was in a good mood, ignoring the noise, waiting for the answer from the man with an indescribable expression in front of her.

"Hey! Chick!" Someone yelled, "If you are really short of money, why do you have to beg? There are ways to make money! I will give you money! As long as you are willing to do something for me!"

The men looked at each other tacitly, showing knowing smiles, some turned their heads indifferently, and some whistled inexplicably.

"Oh?" Hilda raised her head and found the person who spoke, with great interest, "Really? What do you need me to do?"

Unexpectedly, he would get a response. The unshaven homeless man froze for a moment, suppressed his excitement, and pretended to say: "...how can such a thing be said in public? Come with me, and I will tell you quietly." Pointing to the alley behind him, motioned for Hilda to follow him.

The man sitting at Hilda's feet frowned and wanted to say something, but stopped again and closed his eyes indifferently.

Hilda looked critically at the position of the homeless man and the cardboard in front of him, and followed carelessly with her hands behind her back.

After turning several turns, the homeless man stopped, turned to look at Hilda, and smiled excitedly: "Are you ready?"

Hilda raised her lips: "I should ask this question."

She moved her wrist politely and politely, "Are you ready?"

A scream broke the peace of the beggars.

They looked at each other, and gradually realized what was happening amidst the continuous wailing and begging for mercy, they looked at each other in horror, a few couldn't hold back and almost wanted to get up and leave, and finally stayed in place reluctantly and fidgeted.

After a while, the young girl in a denim jacket came out with a relaxed and happy expression, holding some banknotes that came from nowhere in her hand, and put them in her pocket casually, and sat in the vacant seat as she should.

She looks like she's just an ordinary girl...

Everyone looked dazed, watching this ordinary girl humming a song, taking all the few coins left in the bowl of Jack (the man who went in to die), then turning over his cardboard, looking up and asking Said: "Does any buddy bring a pen?"

——Who the hell is your buddy! ! ! !

Although he roared inappropriately in his heart, the beggar Bob who was close still pulled out a reluctant and obsequious smile, and offered the pen with trembling hands.

Hilda took the pen, wrote and drew, admired it for a while with satisfaction, and arranged the cardboard facing the street:

[Why lie?I want money to buy a cell phone. 】

What kind of deceptive behavior is this? ?

Begging online with force? ? ?

However, no one dared to really ask this huge doubt. Everyone held back the question and "begged" like sitting on pins and needles, for fear that the boss would remember his disrespectful laughter just now.

Maybe it was because the emotion of waiting for death was too sincere, the passers-by who passed by this day were moved by it, and they gave some money more or less, and a group of beggars unexpectedly got the highest income ever... Only Hilda, with a natural demeanor, got nothing, and even got weird looks from passers-by, which formed a sharp contrast with her peers.

Everyone: ...I can't laugh at all.

Seeing that the sun was setting towards the west, Hilda's complexion gradually became gloomy. She stared at the empty bowl, and there were ten thousand words in her mind to say.

The beggar sitting next to her was already trembling under her terrifying aura, and then he looked back at the quiet alley where no one had appeared until now, thinking that he would have to meet this person again tomorrow...he ruthlessly Concentrated, he simply grabbed a handful of crumpled banknotes from his own bowl, and respectfully put them into Hilda's bowl.

Some people raised their heads, others looked at me and I looked at you, and some stood up hesitantly, queuing up to put money into Hilda's bowl very consciously.

Hilda: "???"

She thought of something, and her face darkened again: "...I don't charge protection fees."

The atmosphere froze.

The other party laughed twice: "...this is not protection money, alas, this is... this is... cough, this is the serious income you begged for."

"Yes yes yes yes!"

"That's right!"

"This is the money you asked for with your ability! What protection fees are you talking about!"

"That's the truth!"

"We are all impressed by your professional skills, and the money is voluntary!"

Hilda looked at the overflowing dollars and hesitated for a second: "...But you are all beggars like me...?"

"How can you discriminate! Why! Can't you be impressed by your peers?!" Someone shouted, "We are more professional than passers-by!"

"That's right, that means your begging skills have been recognized professionally."

Hilda: I always find it a bit weird, but somehow it is also very convincing...

Hilda: "... makes sense."

She waved her hand: "Only this time, next time will not be an example."

Everyone hurriedly responded, then packed up their things like flying, and retreated in a hurry.

But Hilda was not in a hurry at all. She sat cross-legged on the ground and leisurely counted the money on the street. The banknotes were neatly pressed and folded, and the coins were kept in her pocket.

While she was happily counting the money, the sound of the car's engine stopped not far away. The handsome man got off the supercar, leaned against the body of the car, and stopped to look at the Gotham light rail not far away for a while.

A traffic policeman hurried over: "Hey! Parking is not allowed here... Ah, it's Mr. Wayne." He walked over, took the record sheet, and chatted with the other party.

"Ha, it's Bruce Wayne, our rich second generation." The remaining homeless people who hadn't left slowed down and communicated in low voices.

"This is the first time he has been ticketed? He is here to give money."

"Who knows? Seriously, who can understand this kind of rich second generation."

Bruce Wayne took out his wallet from his suit pocket and handed out a bill.The traffic policeman stood in embarrassment for a while, and handed him back a lot of change.The noble son of Gotham smiled and waved his hands, and the two spoke a few more words. After thinking for a while, he took the banknotes and walked towards the place where the beggars gathered.

"Hi—he's here." Everyone dispersed a little.

"I bet he'd give us the money."

"Oh, I really love Bruce Wayne."

As he got closer and closer, the sloppy men all shut their mouths at the same time.As expected, Bruce Wayne casually distributed the loose money in his hand to the beggars, with a casual gesture as if he was just throwing a ball of paper.

When he walked in front of Hilda, he paused slightly, as if he was a little surprised that there was a lady here. He looked at the cardboard placed in front of Hilda, then bent down, and put a few ten-dollar bills on the in front of Hilda.

"..." Hilda was watching him with great interest, looking at the tight suit as he bent and stood up, they outlined the muscle lines of his arms, full of classical beauty like ancient Greek sculptures, This Gotham rich second generation has a pair of deep blue eyes, those eyes are misty and affectionate most of the time, as if one after another is brewing sweet dreams, tempting people to fall into a sweet trap.Sometimes, those eyes are far more attractive than his handsome face and rich assets.

Hilda loved those eyes.

"Hi," she looked at Bruce Wayne seriously, "can you tell me your name?"

The other party raised his eyebrows in surprise: "...if you want to know," he showed a signature smile of Bruce Wayne's baby, "ma'am, I'm Bruce Wayne."

"And I," said Hilda quietly, "I am Hilda."

"Okay, now we've known each other." She paused for a moment, looked into Bruce Wayne's eyes, and then asked without hesitation, "So, if I ask you on a date, will you agree?"