Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 343 Robbery
He looked helplessly at the bran sausage and drink in his hand, and finally opened the sausage packaging.

If he doesn't eat, how will he have the strength to return to Wayne Manor?
He took a bite, and the rough texture made him frown.

The bran sausage contained some calories, but it wasn't nearly enough for him. He hadn't eaten such coarse food in a long time, but for now, he had to force himself to eat it.

Just then, a young man walked over, carrying a bottle of water. He glanced at Wayne casually at first, but the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed.

Finally, he came up to Wayne and stared at him very rudely.

Wayne looked at him hesitantly.

The young man, while hitting Wayne, suddenly laughed: "Hey, old man, you look familiar. You wouldn't happen to be Wayne, would you? That rich guy?"

Wayne's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and quickly said, "Yes, I am Wayne! I am Wayne of the Wayne Enterprises!"

The young man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Come on, old man! If you're Wayne, then I'm the president!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

How could a homeless old man possibly be Mr. Wayne of the Wayne Corporation?

That's absolutely hilarious!
Wayne watched the young man's retreating figure, then looked at his hands and clothes with a wry smile. No one would believe him looking like this.

After eating, regardless of whether it had any calories or not, Wayne felt much better. At least he didn't feel as hungry anymore. He stood up, dusted off his trousers, and decided to continue searching for the way back to Wayne Manor.

He asked passersby for directions to Wayne Manor, but when they saw him like this, they just frowned and made way for him.

He even had to say to people, "Hello, I am Wayne from the Wayne Group. I have a lot of money at Wayne Manor. Now I need to get back to Wayne Manor. If you bring me to Wayne Manor, I will give you a lot of money!"

The people of Gave City are indifferent; most prefer to avoid trouble. Even the smallest thing can disrupt their normal lives—it could mean being late and getting fined, or it could mean missing out on earning money.

The dirty, strange old man in front of me claimed to be the esteemed Mr. Wayne.

How is that possible?
He's more like a delusional fool, practically an idiot.

They even saw the "idiot" shouting, "I have a butler at Wayne Manor! If you help me, I'll arrange a middle manager position, no, a senior executive position at Wayne Group for you!"

In Wayne's middle management, one can control several companies, a position many can only dream of. And the top executives are the backbone of the Wayne Group; their word can determine the KPIs of dozens of companies in Gof City!

The old man in front of me was indeed insane.

Wayne watched as people avoided him like the plague, and the force of his shouts made him dizzy. Helpless, he had no choice but to give up on asking passersby for help.

Fortunately, he was the wise Wayne. After thinking for a moment and checking the nearby roads and subway stations, he devised a route back to Wayne Manor.

Everything else is fine; there's a subway from Goffer City to Arkham. The only problem is the final stretch to Wayne Manor—he'll have to walk it himself!
With his current physical strength, it's probably a pipe dream for him to complete that difficult journey. Besides, he has no money.

He needs money to buy food.

Fortunately, there's always a way out. Blood can be sold in many places in Gough. A single blood donation typically costs fifty dollars.

Fifty dollars would be enough for him to get back to Wayne Manor!
There are more blood donation centers than pharmacies in Gough City, and Wayne quickly arrived at one.

At the entrance of the blood bank, several brightly colored posters advertised the benefits of blood donation. Some posters even offered an extra $30 bonus for donating blood five times, and an extra $50 bonus for donating blood ten times.

Wayne went inside, and a nurse in a white uniform was sitting behind the counter, looking down at her phone.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" the nurse said indifferently when she saw that the person who came in was an old man.

Wayne said in a low voice, "I'd like to donate blood plasma for a fee." Selling blood is a colloquial term; what is commonly referred to is "donating blood plasma for a fee."

The nurse looked him over carefully, then frowned: "How old are you?"

"Sixty-five." Wayne concealed his age; he was actually ninety.

After hearing this, the nurse shook her head: "No, we only accept people under sixty. You are too old, the risk is too high."

Wayne's heart sank, and he quickly said, "I can take a larger cut, or I can charge less. I really need the money."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, looked at Wayne's old and haggard face, and finally nodded: "Okay, but you'll have to give an extra twenty dollars for service."

Is a $20 service fee deducted from a $50 bill?
Wayne gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement. He knew it was blackmail, but he had no other choice.

"Let's do the most basic tests first. If you fail the tests, there's nothing I can do," the nurse said as she led him to the blood drawing station.

“Okay!” Wayne said, sitting down in front of the blood-drawing table.

He watched the nurse draw his blood, hoping that there was nothing wrong with it.

After waiting a few minutes, the nurse glanced at the test results and said, "No problem. Please give me your SSN (Social Security Number)."

Wayne gave his SSN number, and the nurse frowned and said, "There is no such person."

"What?" Wayne said in shock.

The nurse looked at him, knowing full well what was going on, and said, "Do you still want to donate blood for payment?"

"Can you donate without an SSN?" Wayne asked doubtfully.

Many undocumented workers are unable to donate blood for a fee because they do not have a Social Security Number (SSN).

“Of course, but there will be a ten-dollar service fee,” the nurse said with a slight smile. She had seen this situation many times before.

Fifty dollars, take twenty dollars first, then ten dollars, and then twenty dollars are left.

What the hell...

Wayne couldn't help but curse.

This is what you call ruthless! But now he has no way to return to Wayne Manor.

He could only nod and say, "Offer it!"

Donating plasma is different from donating whole blood. Donating plasma involves separating the plasma using a machine and then returning the red blood cells and other components back into the body.

After a blood donation process that lasted more than two hours, Wayne left the blood donation center with a meager twenty dollars.

He felt a little dizzy, whether from hunger or from donating blood. Just then, a dark figure knocked him down.

He was so dizzy from the impact that he saw the figure expertly touch his clothes and snatch the twenty dollars from his pocket.

"Fuck!" he cursed angrily as he lay on the ground, staring at the dark figure.

He had no hope of ever going back.

(End of this chapter)