Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 15 What the hell is this?
At 1 p.m., Ma Zhaodi finally returned to the dirty and messy residential area in the East District in his beloved car.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't because choosing a car took the two of them too long. In fact, the car-buying process only took about 10 minutes in total. The reason they came back at this point was because the car chosen by Ma Zhaodi had a slight disadvantage in terms of speed.

"Ha, ha, ha" Ma Zhaodi, who was panting and gasping for breath, looked like he had been washed by water. He stopped on the side of the road, pushing a folding bicycle like a dead dog.

A taxi slowly followed behind, eventually pulling up to the curb. The door opened, and Drake, looking relaxed, stepped out.

"Are you okay? You just rode from the Augsburg area back to the East District. Why do you feel like you're about to die?"

"I, I'm on the morning eight. If you have the ability, come and ride the whole distance and give it a try."

Ma Zhaodi's physical strength was actually not bad, but it was not excellent either. He was able to complete this distance mainly by relying on frequent rests.

You know what? Because the taxi Drake had called had been following him all the way, the fare was unusually high. Before getting out of the taxi, Drake's bitter face as he paid the bill actually helped to balance Ma Zhaodi's imbalance a little.

"So I told you to either buy a cheap motorcycle or a cheap used car, but you insisted on buying a folding bike."

Drake shook his head and sighed, "Driving a car in Gotham not only protects you from biker gangs, but also serves as a temporary cover during a gunfight, limiting your opponent's shooting angles. It's a truly cost-effective deal that kills three birds with one stone."

Ma Zhaodi finally caught his breath. He held it in for a long time before finally blurting out, "I can't drive."

He really doesn't know how to drive. The driver's license was given to him by the system, not by himself. Moreover, he only took the first part of the test in China and has not yet learned the practical operation of the rest - not to mention that the driving style of American cars is different from that of Chinese cars.

Derek was stunned when he heard this: "? Where's your driver's license?"

"The driver's license is real, but I can't drive—so if I buy a car, we can just pick a random unlucky person on the street who's about to get hit and start another shootout tomorrow."

According to Ma Zhaodi's original consideration, he could also take a look at the prices of the driving skills that can be purchased in the system, and maybe he could find a cheap car by the way.

As a result, when he walked on the street and opened the system mall again, and then saw the column of his asset points, his eyes widened like copper bells and he felt like the sky was falling.

Because at this time the system showed that his asset figure was still three dollars, the same as yesterday.

No, where are my four thousand dollars? I just got four thousand dollars and it's still in my bag. How come my assets haven't increased by a single dollar since I got to you?

Are you greedy?

"The Self-Made System reminds you that you get what you sow. Those who work hard will get what they gain, and those who don't work hard will get nothing."

“Your asset points will only increase if you complete work for a period of time that matches your compensation.”

"Therefore, the settlement time for your asset will be four weeks after the completion of the work. That is, next month."

"You horse."

Ma Zhaodi's mentality immediately changed a little.

"And where's my tip?"

"Your tip will be settled after each order is completed, and the corresponding asset points will be added in the system." "That's okay." Ma Zhaodi spoke each word, gritting his teeth and persuading himself to calm down.

This system isn't too bad. At least he can still get some asset points for emergency use within a few days of work.

Since the system's asset points have not increased, the plan to buy a cheap car from the mall or learn driving skills can only be put on hold for the time being.

So, before you learn to drive or buy the skills to drive a vehicle, what should you choose as a means of transportation?

Gotham's infrastructure is not particularly bad. There are buses and subways in the East District, but from time to time, there are some outlaws who like to buy things for free, or simply some gangsters in groups of three or five.

He was a bit of an introvert and didn't really want to have friendly conversations or heated exchanges with these people like Old Jack, but he still had to take cash tips home every day.

After all, real-life wages are not needed, and they cannot be casually thrown into the Self-Made System. As long as he earns money from working, the asset points in the Self-Made System will automatically increase. However, if he wants to deposit the US dollars earned from working into the system, he needs to spend a certain amount of asset points.

So a bicycle, motorcycle or taxi would be a feasible option, as it would only take two months for him to learn how to drive.

So Ma Zhaodi finally bought a cheap folding bicycle for $60. As for why he didn't buy a motorcycle, it was because the bicycle could be taken directly home, while the risk of a motorcycle being damaged was greater.

Moreover, the more primitive the means of transportation, the safer it is in the East District. A poor guy riding a cheap bicycle will be subconsciously given priority by robbers over those driving a car.

The only downside is that cycling is physically demanding and time-consuming.

So the two of them staggered all the way to the East District. What Ma Zhaodi didn't expect was that the Old Jack, which had two broken wheels in the morning, had only been staggering for forty minutes, but he actually rode it until one o'clock in the afternoon.

All I can say is that old Jack still has something. Even though the tires are very loose, his reliable driving skills make up for it.

"If I continue to work at this rate, Donald will fire me within three days."

Just as Ma Zhaodi was feeling emo, the system's voice suddenly rang out in his ears: "The Self-Made System reminds you that the mall is dedicated to providing you with modified bicycle services, starting at $50 asset points; modified electric wheelchair services, starting at $100 asset points; and modified cars, starting at $1000 asset points."

"The spicy taste is really dripping beer."

Let’s not talk about what you modified into a car for only a thousand dollars. What are the eight options on your modified electric wheelchair?

He looked closely at the PS of the wheelchair.

"The speed is 80 miles per hour, and the mood is free and easy. Cool, Alto, cool!"

"Please note that this modified service must be used in conjunction with the wheelchair driving expertise. Improper driving will cause your loved ones to shed tears."

To be honest, the downside of living in a city like Gotham is that you'll run into all kinds of crazy people, but the upside is that when you go crazy, everyone will just look at you, the new crazy person, with a normal look.

Anyway, Ma Zhaodi was indeed a little moved at this moment.

(End of this chapter)