Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 13?

Ma Zhaodi looked up and saw a small, clean restaurant standing in the middle of the street. Seeing that the restaurant didn't seem to be big, he felt a little relieved.

In Gotham, the bigger you are, the more suspicious you are. The smaller your target, the less likely you are to get into trouble.

"Let me remind you, Donald is not a simple man. The less you talk, the less likely you are to anger him."

"Is he great?"

"At least the person behind him must be very powerful."

The two of them chatted briefly for a few minutes, and Ma Zhaodi began to wonder again. He thought of the small shops he occasionally passed by on his way to and from school when he was a child.

The goods on the shelves may not be replenished once a month, the clerks always hold their mobile phones and their service attitude is extremely perfunctory. There are basically no customers in the store, and sometimes even the lights are not on. But the amazing thing is that it can continue to operate. For one year, two years, until Ma Zhaodi graduated, it was still operating at the same place. No one knows why it has not gone bankrupt.

If only this restaurant could be as relaxing as that little shop.

However, as soon as he walked in, Ma Zhaodi's heart sank quickly.

After passing through the door, the two took two steps and turned into a gray corridor, where they met a beautiful blonde receptionist. She seemed to have been greeted by Donald, and she smiled and nodded to greet them, then led them through the corridor into the restaurant.

Ma Zhaodi didn't understand restaurant decor, but the artistic wallpaper on the corridor walls gave him a slightly ominous feeling.

Walking into the main hall, what catches your eye are rows of beautiful and gorgeous wine cabinets, warm and soft dim lighting, simple and elegant wall patterns, vibrant green plants, and dining guests dressed in high-end formal attire and well-mannered.

"Upper class, really upper class." He couldn't help but curse quietly: "Is this the small restaurant you were talking about? Why would a restaurant like this open here if not in the Diamond District?"

"It's not like there aren't rich people in Audisburg. This place was created specifically to meet the needs of certain bigwigs. Don't worry about it. Just tell me whether you want to make money or not."

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At this time, the female receptionist who was leading the way turned around and said to the two of them, "Mr. Donald is waiting for you two guests. Please go directly to his office upstairs."

It seems that no matter what Ma Zhaodi's answer is, he can only meet this boss Donald based on the principle of "since he is here, he has already come".

Drake gave him a look that said "don't worry", then took Ma Zhaodi to the stairs next to him.

When I reached the end of the stairs, strong men in black were already standing on both sides of the corridor, making way. It was obvious that if the guests coming up were unwelcome, their attitude would not be so friendly.

Ma Zhaodi felt his scalp tingling at this moment. His judgment this time was too hasty. This restaurant was not just an inconspicuous little shop. It was a super eye-catching background board for a big event.

If it weren't for the fact that Donald's gun was much closer than the big incident, he would have turned around and rushed out of the restaurant long ago.

It took him several seconds to collect his messy thoughts, and then he followed Derek into Donald's office.

A sturdy, calm-looking middle-aged man in a high-end suit was sitting on a chair. Even from a distance, when he saw Drake, a faint smile appeared on his face. He stood up and walked in front of the two of them.

"Drake, I haven't seen you for a few months. You look much better."

Drake had actually been suffering from anxiety and pain for several months at this time, but Donald was right, because after last night, the heavy burden on his shoulders was finally lifted.

Although the dark circles and thin face could not be improved overnight, his spirit was refreshed and he could be said to have been reborn compared to before.

"Yes, I'm lucky. My wife's illness has finally recovered. After a while, I will take her away from this city and return to my hometown."

He didn't know if it was Ma Zhaodi's illusion, but he always felt that after listening to Drake's words, a hint of subtle envy and melancholy appeared in Donald's eyes.

"Being able to spend the rest of your life with your love is a rare happiness, even in a metropolitan city. Congratulations, Drake." "What's there to envy? You're just a pauper. A rich man like you can go wherever you want and have happiness that I can't even imagine."

"Me." Donald lowered his head and smiled. "My parents are from Gotham, so I'm from Gotham too. I'm staying here and not going anywhere."

Seeing the atmosphere was getting a little strange, Drake pushed Ma Zhaodi out. "This is my good friend who just arrived in Gotham. Just like what we said on the phone, he's new here and doesn't know much about this city. Everything he learned isn't really useful, so he came to me for help."

Donald raised his head again, and in a moment, he had returned to his original Gotham demeanor. His eyes became indifferent, and his face was expressionless. He carefully looked at Ma Zhaodi from head to toe. After a moment, he asked a question.

"What degree?"

"I graduated from university, but in China."

"?"

Not to mention Donald, even Drake beside him couldn't help but take a first look at Ma Zhao. Ma Zhaodi's self-introduction was so incompetent that he originally thought that Ma Zhaodi was just an ordinary junior high school graduate.

Seeing the looks in their eyes, Ma Zhaodi's face turned slightly red.

"Don't look at me. The school is the school, and I am me. Just because the school is capable doesn't mean I can be as capable."

Makes sense.

"What do you know?"

"I used to make a living writing about the little prince in the country, but in Gotham, this trick doesn't work anymore."

"?"

Drake couldn't help but look sideways again. You said you made a living by writing, and I naively didn't ask again, thinking it was just ordinary articles and novels. But you are waiting for me here?

What other tricks do you have that I don't know about?
".It's okay, very honest."

"?"

This time it was Ma Zhaodi and Drake's turn to look at Donald. No, wake up. That guy is a writer. How can you praise him for that?

"Can you use a gun or a knife?"

“No, but there is.”

As Ma Zhaodi spoke, he reached out to take out the gun from his waist, but the next second he suddenly realized that this action seemed very dangerous, so he put his hand back.

"It's okay, not stupid."

Donald nodded: "Why did you come here today?"

"Take the bus."

"You're quite brave, and you're not badly lucky—but you have to know how to use a gun, or you won't last long in Gotham."

Seeing Donald's positive comments with a cold face, Ma Zhaodi, who originally wanted to give up, could no longer hold back.

Damn, no one who does well in Gotham looks like a normal person.

(End of this chapter)