After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Although Martina had a negative attitude towards Hilda's work, Hilda still maintained her love for her first job, and diligently insisted on begging and clocking in that street for nearly half a month.

As Hilda imagined, this job does pay a lot of money: Since she is one of the few female beggars on this street, many people will be curious and want to come and have a look, mostly to see the words written on the cardboard What, it's all here, and most people just put the extra coins in Hilda's bowl.

Hilda even improved her "service" by writing a line underneath the cardboard with the words "With your help, I'm only xx dollars away from that phone".

Whenever someone gave her money, she thanked her and corrected the numbers on the cardboard.Although the income is not particularly large each time, every time the number becomes smaller, Hilda's mood will also improve.

This service, which seems to be "idle and painful" to the peers around me, is surprisingly popular.There are really many passers-by who pass this street on the Internet and become Hilda’s exclusive customers, obsessed with throwing (…) coins to her every day. By the way, I would like to say a few words of encouragement:

"Come on! You will surely realize your dream!"

"We all know how painful it is to not have a mobile phone! What is the difference between a human without a mobile phone and a walking dead!"

"Woooooo, sister, I understand how you feel. It's been the third day since I was forced to quit the Internet. My mother must want my life! I will give you all my pocket money!"

"You are the most serious beggar I have ever seen, come on!"

……

Hilda maintains her professionalism and ignores all the words she doesn't understand.

The rapid increase in income has also brought some troubles. Gotham is not a good place to be. On the third day of Hilda's check-in, she encountered a few waves of guys with malicious intentions trying to steal money.She affectionately called these tattooed young people "amateur income", and happily brought them into the alley where Jack was entertained.

During the days when this group of people came most frequently, Hilda's part-time work income even exceeded her normal income.

Soon, no one dared to trouble her.

However, many colleagues suddenly learned her begging service. First, a guy who was farthest away from her changed his own cardboard lettering into a similar look. Seeing that Hilda's attitude was very calm, I didn't care about this kind of behavior at all, so I copied this "countdown" style in a large number of Hulala movies.

For a time, the whole street was filled with the atmosphere of mathematics.The similar behavior of a group of beggars formed a small-scale effect, which actually attracted a reporter from the Gotham Daily. This reporter reported on this phenomenon, and even posted it on the Internet. It was surprisingly trending on Twitter and became the sand sculpture news of the day. .

This series of events is simply the collapse of dominoes, which produced consequences that no one expected.

There is a YouTube broadcaster who lives in Gotham, very provocative, exchanged a lot of cents and dollars in different denominations, and went to this beggar street-yes, boring netizens put this street Called Beggars' Street, they were tested one by one on their numeracy, asking them to quickly change numbers on a cardboard without using a calculator.

In fact, these calculations are not particularly difficult, but since those who will stay here to beg are either unemployed old people who have been separated from society for many years, or people who have not received long-term education and have long forgotten the knowledge they have learned, this kind of torture is especially reflected. It's perfect.

Beggars who seem to be reliving the nightmare of math exams: "..." Why the fuck?

They were defeated one after another.The guy with a bad temper turned the cardboard over and wrote [FUCKYOU! ! YOUSONOFBITCH] venting his anger.

The broadcaster was still grinning, he condescendingly dropped two words of consolation but irony, and turned to look for the next beggar.

The beggars are not good people either, and most of them are already upset when they see this, and either close their eyes and ignore the harassment from the broadcaster, or simply say go away.Some people even cursed and threatened to sue the broadcaster for infringing the right of portrait. Unfortunately, the broadcaster himself was prepared. From the very beginning, he never took pictures of the other party's face.

After being scolded for half a block, he finally walked up to Hilda and threw a quarter and a fifty-cent piece into her bowl.

Hilda said "thank you" in a business-like manner, and then changed the numbers on the cardboard.

The broadcaster became interested, squatted in front of her, and tried different combinations of American currency values.

Addition and subtraction within three digits can't help Hilda, she doesn't need a calculator at all, and can change the number immediately after a pause of at least ten seconds.

Seeing that all the money in his hand was going to Hilda, the broadcaster finally slowed down, a little surprised: "You count too fast! Don't you need a calculator?!"

"It's okay," she said, "it's not particularly difficult."

— That's what it says!But you are just a beggar!

"Actually, you changed the numbers blindly." He said.

"No, I never write nonsense to deceive customers." Hilda said calmly, "Please don't insult my professionalism."

Broadcaster: "...?" Hell professionalism.

"You're good at math." He simply sat down and followed the intention of some netizens in the live broadcast room, planning to chat with them, "At least you can go to Walmart to be a cashier or something, why do you want to do it here? beggar?"

——Because I was an unidentified stowaway before.thought Hilda.

So she said, "Do you really want to know?"

He nodded: "I'm really curious."

Hilda showed a smile: "But I have to work, and there is a charge for chatting with me while I am working, sir."

The other party was stunned: "......? Didn't I give you money just now?!"

"That's the love you gave," she said with a happy expression. She always spared her little patience for this kind of taking advantage of income. "Now you are asking for services. How can this be generalized?"

Broadcaster: "..." He really wanted to stand up, turn around and leave, but seeing the laughter and laughter in the live broadcast room, he took out a crumpled $5 from his pocket and put it into Hilda's bowl inside.

"Because it's my dream job," said Hilda, who started running the train, "I've dreamed of being a beggar since I was little."

The colleagues next to him looked sideways.

"...Are you kidding me?"

"Believe it or not, buddy." Hilda shrugged. "You know, real life is far more exciting than people's fantasies of logic."

The broadcaster was even more difficult to explain, and even a little upset: "No, I can't accept this shit answer, is my $5 just for this kind of nonsense? It's not worth $5 at all!"

"Okay," Hilda yawned, "then I'll give you an answer worth five dollars."

The broadcaster is dubious.

"I don't work as a cashier largely not because I don't want to, but because people don't want me."

The podcaster frowned: "...Why? Sexism?"

"Oh no, that's not true." Hilda blinked, looked around, made a nervous look, and then motioned for the other party to get closer.

The broadcaster was indeed aroused and moved over.

"Actually, it's because..." Hilda whispered, "I'm a mutant—"

"What!" The broadcaster was startled, and fell back on the ground. He looked at Hilda in horror, as if the moment she said that word, she became a complete freak with a car head—this attitude It's really unpleasant, Hilda narrowed her eyes.

"Aren't you curious why I can calculate the result without a computer?" she said, "Because my mutant ability is mathematics."

Everything is quiet.

"………………… [beep——] has this kind of mutant ability???!!!!" The broadcaster's voice broke.

"Yes." Hilda nodded.

The podcaster's expression is indescribable: "[Beep——] What's the use of this mutant ability, is it faster to do math problems?"

"You can also be an elementary school teacher," she added.

"What a goddamn math teacher!" He was speechless, and suddenly changed his mind, "...Yes, then why don't you become a math teacher?"

"Didn't I just say that," Hilda replied, "I'm a mutant. Isn't it common knowledge that this society discriminates against mutants?"

"You don't say you're a mutant." He didn't know what was going on. Just now he was genuinely wary of mutants, but now he stood in front of Hilda for no reason. He stretched out his finger and almost poked Hilda, and began to hate iron and steel, "It's not that mutants are stuck on your forehead and can't fall off, why don't you tell me, who the hell knows!"

He didn't notice at all that a round of scolding battles had started in his live broadcast room, "Is it immoral for mutants to conceal their identities?"

Hilda: "You're right! Well, I just have a strong sense of morality."

The beggar who has seen Hilda gossip next to him: ...?

The broadcaster was very emotional: "Isn't it, you are not from Gotham, are you? You are not cheating yourself by doing this? It's okay now, come to be a beggar, are you happy?"

Hilda: "Very happy."

The podcaster said: "..."

He asked, "So the supermarket didn't hire you just because you're a mutant?"

Hilda: "Yes."

He asked again: "How do you use this ability? You can only do mathematics? I didn't say that, isn't it too weak? Why do you sound like a mutant?"

Hilda didn't speak. She glanced at the broadcaster and showed a polite business smile.

The host was puzzled: "Hey, why don't you talk?"

"Your $5 has expired." She smiled and said, "If you continue to chat, you need to renew it?"

Broadcaster: "........."

He almost didn't jump up: "Are you a devil?? It's only a few minutes??? Is 5 dollars so worthless? You are here to cheat me!"

Hilda: "No, dear. Because you squatted here and blocked me, no one came to show love, but I was relying on everyone's support to barely survive. I am afraid that you hinder my work like this." It's also difficult."

The broadcaster plucked his hair furiously, and angrily pulled out another $10 note, and threw it in: "Okay!"

Hilda slowly rolled the 10 dollars into her pocket: "Okay, buddy, what else do you want to talk about?"

"..." He was silent for a while, "Damn, I was so angry with you that I forgot what I was talking about just now!" He looked around, "Is it true that you want to make money to buy mobile phones on your sign? Don’t you live on charity? Do you still beg when you earn money from your mobile phone?”

What a great question.

"...It's like this," Hilda said naively and shamelessly, "The phone and I have a symbiotic relationship. As long as I live, the phone has a chance to live... Do you understand?"

The broadcaster was silent for a while: "Didn't you really lie to me? No matter how you listen to it, your mutant ability is too strange. If mathematics is also a mutant ability, aren't all mathematicians in the world mutants? ?”

"Well, you're pretty smart. What you said just now is indeed a lie." She sighed, showing helplessness, "After all, you insist on me giving you an answer worth five dollars, how about it?" I am a mutant People' is an exciting enough reason."

Broadcaster: "……………………………………………………………………???? whatthefuck????"

Hilda: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

The broadcaster went crazy, he turned off the live broadcast room, his face was very ugly: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Hilda: "Yeah, I tricked you, how about it?"

"Fuck you liar, give me back my money!"

"What? Can't afford it?" She squinted at him and sneered, "Or...you are allowed to play with us, and we are not allowed to play with you back?" She was referring to the podcaster who made fun of a beggar on a street before. matter.

Hilda doesn't have a strong sense of justice, she just doesn't like seeing this guy laughing and joking.

The beggars next to him all laughed, and pointed their middle fingers at the broadcaster with a taunting "shh--".

"I [beep——] you losers!" The man was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to confront a group of people directly, so he simply aimed at Hilda, the "soft persimmon", "BITCH, return the money to me—"

"Brother," Hilda said with one hand propped on her knees, sitting like a big brother—if she wasn't sitting under a telephone pole, "it's fun, it's fun, I advise you not to joke about my money , okay?"

"F***! You **** hurry up ****!" The podcaster slapped her across the face.

His hand was caught, and in an almost piercing pain, he howled loudly, and then was pushed away hard.

Hilda stood up unhurriedly in the midst of booing and applauding, and even patted the folds of the hem of her clothes leisurely. She still had a vague smile on her face. It's quite ironic.

"You damn mutant!!!" He gritted his teeth, "You're dead, I'm going to sell you to gangsters today!"

Hilda sneered, twisted her neck at him, moved her wrist, and made a series of sounds of bone movement.

With a look of resentment on his face, he took out a dagger from his pocket and rushed towards Hilda.

Three seconds later, his hand holding the weapon was already stepped on by the opponent.Because his opponent is a guy who doesn't care about "enough is enough", after suffering the humiliation of being beaten violently, his head was kicked a few times, and the man felt some hot and humid liquid flowing from his head while he was dizzy— —He had no doubt that if it wasn't for this woman stepping on him, then he would have been kicked flying with the first kick.

What was even more frightening was that the group of fellows around were also aroused with a desire to destroy, eager to try, like greedy hyenas, as soon as the lion king left, they would swarm up and eat up their prey.

This is Gotham—Gotham of the jungle.Under the regulation of the Dark Knight and all different forces, it can maintain the balance on the surface and barely maintain the appearance of a normal city. The tranquility will be severely torn off, revealing the ferocious inside, showing people the fangs of evil in a corner of the city, and arousing people's endless dark side.

"Ula Ula Ula—" the voice of a police car came from afar.

"Hey!! You bastards! What are you doing!" the police yelled.A group of mobs dispersed in a hurry, only Hilda struggled for three seconds whether to turn around and run away—after all, this move was really embarrassing. After three seconds, she stood where she was, thinking "it will be too much later", He raised his arms innocently towards the Gotham policemen—and kicked the person under his feet viciously by the way.

——I am obviously a good citizen of Gotham who abides by the law!