Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 16: Bad Morning, Gotham
Today is the second day in Gotham, and nothing happened.

This was Ma Zhaodi's summary of the second day of his arrival in Gotham. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. He lay on the sofa in the living room and closed his eyes peacefully.

Drake and he bought a lot of ingredients when they returned home. Camilla was very surprised. She happily cooked a fairly sumptuous dinner. Everyone enjoyed the meal very much. Drake also talked a lot about his future plans with Camilla at the dinner table.

Their room was not very noisy tonight, and Ma Zhaodi's ears were very quiet. He guessed that last night was just because the couple had not had a normal life for too long, and a short separation was better than a new marriage. Today might be just the silent tenderness in their arms in bed.

In any case, Ma Zhaodi had a very quiet night. Apart from the occasional sporadic gunshots and the sound of fine rain outside the window, he could hardly hear any other sounds from Gotham. Looking at the dark night sky, apart from the colorful lights in the misty rain curtain, there were no other messy lights. Maybe he could have a good sleep tonight.

I must have been tamed by Gotham, he thought, just being able to sleep well, I could actually feel a little bit of happiness.

But think about it from another perspective, maybe this city is just not as crazy as imagined, and there are not big events in Gotham every day.

That's what he originally thought, so he opened his eyes and subconsciously glanced out the window. A vague black shadow flashed by on the tallest clock tower in Gotham. On the gargoyle sculpture beside the building, there was a figure hanging and swaying, seemingly struggling desperately for mercy.

He silently withdrew his thoughts and lay back on the sofa to sleep.

Nothing shit happened. Today another unlucky guy was hung on the gargoyle by the bat hook gun. I hope he won't suffer any psychological trauma after being let down.

The next day, Ma Zhaodi got up and washed up as usual at seven o'clock. It was not that he liked to get up so early, but the rainy night last night was really hypnotic. He slept very comfortably, so much so that he couldn't fall asleep again after waking up once at seven o'clock.

Also good.

He ran into the kitchen and started making breakfast. He had bought eggs, milk, cheap ham and some bread yesterday. He just fried them and ate them. He still had some cooking skills.

The squeaking sound of frying quickly woke up Drake and Camilla in the room. They seemed to have slept well last night, and were awakened by Ma Zhaodi's slightest movement.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Lady Camilla seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday. For a long time, she had been suffering from the double torture of mental stress and lack of sleep caused by illness. Last night was almost the night with the best sleep quality she had in a year.

After breakfast, Ma Zhaodi said hello to them and went out. He had to go to work today, and going to the store early might not be a bad thing. It was just right for him to get familiar with the surrounding environment.

As for the Old Jack bus, I definitely won’t take it.

He didn't ride a bicycle today. He put the Beretta pistol on his waist and walked out. There were already quite a few people on the street. Some of them had gloomy expressions and were hurrying on their way. When they saw people with tattoos or unsteady steps and pale faces on the street, they would move aside to avoid getting into trouble.

These talents are the background color of Gotham, Ma Zhaodi thought silently. It is not black, nor white, but the gray color of struggling and walking dead.

Even someone like Drake can earn a little breathing space in Gotham with his courage and a little savings, and these lower-class civilians who have nothing and have almost no room for error in life are the foundation for the growth of Gotham's black network.

In order to buy a birthday cake for his daughter, a person will agree to transport drugs for a gang; in order to earn some money for milk powder for his child, a single mother may become a streetwalker.

What a shitty world, Ma Zhaodi thought. Gotham City’s developed criminal industry is built on their suffering.

But if all the criminals were eliminated, would they be able to change their way of life? The sense of security of living a routine life disappeared without a trace at this moment, and Ma Zhaodi started the day in a bad mood.

Bad morning, stupid Gotham.

Ma Zhaodi called a taxi. When he went out, he only carried less than two hundred yuan in cash with him, just in case he was robbed. Anyway, he could still take the tips home at night. He had already thought that if he was lucky enough and the tips today were enough, he might as well use it to buy a wheelchair.

When the time comes, find a deserted place and do the modification directly. The price of a basic wheelchair driver is only $100 in asset points, plus the modification service will cost a total of $200 in asset points.

This wave, this wave is the ultimate cost-effectiveness.

After getting in the car, Ma Zhaodi roughly adjusted the position of the pistol so that the driver could see it through the rearview mirror, and then began to browse the system mall.

There's no way around it. Taxis that dare to start from the East District are all battle-hardened. If they don't show off their weapons a little, they'll be worried about getting into trouble.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that he doesn't belong to a gang. Otherwise, having gang tattoos and logos on his body could also serve as a self-protection tool. As for the level of safety, that depends on the size of the gang's power.

Basic car driving proficiency, $500, yeah, that's a bargain; Intermediate $2,000, you're a bit too aggressive? Advanced $10,000?! Let me guess, are you using this skill to drive a traction equation?
I also have bicycle proficiency, but that skill is useless. What the heck is this? A system logboard with custom Q&A? One dollar a pop? I was saying AI has a lot of potential, and look, even this cheat code has built-in AI Q&A functionality.

"It feels worse than Mobius."

"Sir, we have arrived."

The taxi driver's voice interrupted Ma Zhaodi's monologue. He glanced up and saw that it was only 7:40.

Alas, old Jack is really no good.

"Fifty-seven dollars."

Well, there is no need to say much about the value of Old Jack.

In this damn place called Gotham, even taking a taxi is so expensive.

Ma Zhaodi, secretly complaining, paid the fare and got off the car. If he didn't have a gun, the driver's quote would probably be around a hundred dollars.

He walked all the way down the street, wandered around the blocks and streets surrounding the Red Dragon, familiarized himself with the terrain, and then entered the restaurant through the back door.

At eight o'clock in the morning, there were almost no people in the restaurant. There were only the men in black who were responsible for the restaurant's security, the waiters who were about to get off work, and the front desk clerk on shift. Ma Zhaodi greeted his colleagues, then found his supervisor and returned a book to him.

This is the store's training guide. Generally speaking, new employees should undergo a period of training, but Ma Zhaodi's situation is special as he is penniless and in urgent need of work, so Donat made an exception and allowed him to study while working. The supervisor gave him the book yesterday, but he didn't expect it to be returned today.

"Have you memorized the book?"

"One day is enough. I often do this before exams."

(End of this chapter)