Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 46 You, go kill Two-Face and Batman!
He was at work and his work was gone. For Ma Zhaodi, this experience was as humorous as watching Seven and others fight in a team.

To borrow someone's words, after fighting for a while, only the group was left.

"No, what about the other people in this B restaurant? They arrested them and won't let them go? Where's Falcone? Save Falcone."

He took out his cell phone and called Donald and his supervisor. As expected, no one answered both calls. However, this was normal. Even Falcone couldn't bring people to break into the Gotham Police Department at night to rescue people.

"What about me?" Ma Zhaodi stood alone outside the Red Dragon Restaurant, gradually putting on a mask of pain, like a husky being chased away by wolves. "I'm unemployed again? I'm unemployed before I even get my month-end salary?"

In fact, strictly speaking, he did not fail to receive the month-end salary. He had advanced the $5,000 at the beginning of the month, but he failed to receive the asset point settlement at the end of the month.

"Fuck, my $5,000 in assets!" Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart when he thought of the huge amount of money he had lost: "Batman, you are so unscrupulous, you have done so many bad things, you are so inhumane. There are so many days in a month, but you have to choose to fight criminals when you get paid. I am so..."

"What's this guy mumbling about sitting on the curb?"

"I don't understand. Ignore him. Let's go. There are so many crazy people in Gotham City. Don't offend another one."

Then two people passing by saw the man on the side of the road raise his head and raise his middle finger at them: "Ya Shi ya."

"Hey, you"

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down”

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Ma Zhaodi ignored the angry passersby and answered the call himself.

"Hello? Is this Ma Zhaodi?"

"It's me, you?"

"Donald is currently in the hospital under police surveillance, but he mentioned you to us. I heard you have some pretty good abilities?"

Holy shit, Falcone's gang actually has internal referrals, Donald, you're just brilliant!
"When are you talking about becoming competent?" Although he wanted to start working right away, Ma Zhaodi asked carefully. "Just to be clear, I can't use a gun."

"He said you're brave, lucky, and smart, and you helped the restaurant avoid trouble."

To be honest, considering the psychological damage the supervisor suffered in the whole incident, it might be more appropriate to say that he blocked the trouble.

"Yes, it's me!" Ma Zhaodi admitted decisively with a firm gaze. "Donald is a good boss. He saw my potential right away. If the restaurant ran into trouble, I would definitely be the first one to help!"

It is obvious that since arriving in Gotham, his thick skin has improved the fastest besides his driving skills.

"Dude, not really." The man opposite seemed a little overwhelmed by his tricks. After calming down a bit, he said to him, "Anyway, we brothers won't forget what Donald told us. But I heard you're new in Gotham and haven't joined any gang yet?"

"Yeah, I don't know how to use a gun, and I don't dare to chop people, so I can only rely on working to make a living."

"You don't dare to hack people, but you dare to engage in a gun fight?" The man on the phone laughed: "It's not bad to have a clean identity - come to work tomorrow, but remember, you are serving the Falcone family and the Maroni family, not working for those cats and dogs in Gotham City, so prepare well." Ma Zhaodi:?

No, why the hell are there the Maroni family? I used to think I was barely innocent, but now I've completely jumped into the mafia?

"Wait, what kind of job is this?"

"Your old trade, waiter."

So, on the same day he lost his job, Ma Zhaodi got a new job and became one of the Falcone family's exclusive waiters.

As the number one mafia family in Gotham City, they naturally have the necessary style and pomp. During festivals and holidays, there are endless weddings and funerals within the family, various banquets, and social activities with other gangs. The waiters are all people who are used by the family all year round or recommended by members. They are trustworthy and capable enough. In the eyes of the sharp-eyed Donald, Ma Zhaodi is one of them.

Not everyone is willing to go to work in Gotham under the hail of bullets, and not everyone dares to have a gunfight with the Penguin's gang, and can go home safely at midnight every day without having a gangster identity and knowing how to use a gun; and his skills as a waiter are sufficient, and his luck is also weird; he has not joined a gang, nor has he become an informant for any party, which shows that his mind is not very active. In other words, he is stupid enough and trustworthy enough.

Ma Zhaodi: Being an informant has no assets.

"Remember, at the end of next month, the Romans will be hosting a party on the cruise ship. All of you must prepare in advance. This is very important. Falcone and Maroni will both be attending, so we can't mess it up. Ma Zhaodi, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Ma Zhaodi, who was wearing a suit, nodded. Today was his first day of training. To be honest, it felt similar to being in Red Dragon. Except that he had to carry a lot more things, there was basically no difference.

The free time here is much more than before. After all, there are not banquets every day, and people are usually busy with their part-time jobs. People like Ma Zhaodi who have nothing to do are one of the few.

He was holding a thick manual in his hand, which contained the things he needed to memorize, including the banquet menu, drinks, ingredients, service etiquette, banquet procedures, etc. However, his attention was not on the manual at all, but on the people chatting on the side.

"Johnny, have you heard? I heard someone is ready to accept the Roman reward."

"Is that strange? That's a bounty offered by the Godfather. There's always a brave soul under a big reward. Besides, the Romans won't abandon anyone who's willing to take risks to do things for them."

"That's a little-known gang, the Irish Gang. Have you heard of them?"

"There are so many little gangs out there – no matter which one wants to do it, only the one who gets it done gets paid."

"I mean, have you ever thought that instead of letting this unknown small gang get the money, why not..."

"I advise you not to do that. There's a reason the boss doesn't let his family members do it—ever heard of Batman? I don't want to be beaten to death by that prosecutor and left outside the police station after I've dealt with him."

"Batman is also on the list, a full million—"

"Fuck you, if you want to die, don't drag me into it!"

(End of this chapter)