"You can't say that about a brave sea swallow struggling against the forces of Nature! I am fighting against the power of the great outdoors!"
"Can't you fly any faster?!"
Half an hour later, in an alley in Seashore City, Shiller leaned against a wall, retching, and Lucifer looked at him with surprise, "Really? Your seasickness is this severe, and you haven't even made contact with the sea…"
Shiller took a deep breath and transformed into a gray mist with a "bang". He let the gray mist adjust his body's various states before exhaling deeply. Then, narrowing his eyes at Lucifer, he said: "What in the world is wrong with you? Why are you clinging to me?"
Lucifer showed a shy smile, clapped his hands together, looked at Shiller with anticipation and said: "Here's the thing; you're my Pope, right? Now, the God you believe in has a great cause that he hopes you can join…"
"Speak human."
"Can you invest in my bar?" Lucifer blinked and Shiller stared back at him, surprised.
Lucifer spread his hands helplessly: "Didn't I tell you? My bar has been losing money all year round, and I've been selling at a loss. Now, I do not have much liquidity. I can't just print money, can I?"
"You can't even afford a year's rent?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that. It's just that I want to do a large-scale renovation. Ideally, I would buy the building to avoid trouble with the landlord. But the prices of homes in Seashore City are somewhat…"
Shiller turned and walked away, but Lucifer followed him. Despite making several turns, Shiller couldn't shake him off. Finally, he stopped in the middle of the street, turned around, and asked Lucifer, "Are you planning to follow me like this if I don't join?"
Lucifer nodded seriously, began to count on his fingers, and said, "This is a very secure investment. We can split all revenues generated from the business…"
Shiller covered half his face with one hand, shook his head vigorously, held out a hand to interrupt Lucifer's speech, and then said, "I don't have money."
Lucifer gave a disbelieving expression, but Shiller quickly changed the subject, "Wait, I'll find someone rich who can talk with you."
After saying this, Shiller fell silent for a moment. The next second he broke into a brilliant smile. Lucifer paused, took a few steps back, and gave Shiller a second look before asking tentatively, "…Greed?"
Shiller walked up enthusiastically and vigorously shook hands with Lucifer. He even extended a hand gallantly, "After you. Let's find a place to talk in detail."
"About the bar investment..."
"All good, where is the house you like? We will go buy it now, and we will also buy a house to live in. Of course, we can live together, and you don't have to pay rent."
A few hours later, Lucifer was sitting in a convertible luxury car, looking disbelievingly at a stack of property transaction contracts in his hands.
As Shiller turned the steering wheel, he rested one hand outside the car, took a puff of his cigar, then said, "What do you think? The house isn't bad, is it? I am not like Arrogant, that old stick-in-the-mud. If I have a million, I am willing to spend 990,000 on my friends."
Lucifer looked at him with some emotion, but the next second, he felt confused and asked, "Where did you get so much money? Did you earn it in another world?"
"Certainly not, that world has already changed to electronic deposits, the cash isn't universal there, and I have no interest in carrying precious metals over here. It's too troublesome to exchange them one by one, I might as well just make money in this world."
"How did you make so much money?"
Shiller pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. With a press of the accelerator, the car raced along the West Coast Highway, and his cheerful tone vanished amid the wind.
"I was just guiding a lost lamb out of the labyrinth."
In Wayne Enterprises, on the top floor office, Thomas sat on the sofa, frowning in deep thought. Two men, a man and a woman, sat opposite him. They were the heads of the Industrial department of Wayne Enterprises, and they were the trusted confidants who had control over Wayne Enterprises under Thomas Wayne.
"In theory, Abel that insatiable old fox has no reason to refuse our conditions." The Female CEO began, "We left him enough profit margin, who could resist such a large income every year?"
"Exactly," the male manager chimed in, "We are all embezzling military funds. Abel should understand that cooperating with us gives him more negotiation space than cooperating with those military-industrial complexes. Why on earth isn't he tempted?"
"That's exactly where the problem lies." Thomas pointed gently at the table and said, "Abel refused us, but the logic of his refusal is very unusual, he should not have been able to refuse, even without considering the profits, he should have taken into account the status of Wayne Enterprises."
"But since he has refused now, it means he has the confidence to do so. So, who gave him such confidence?"
The female CEO slowly widened her eyes, then stood up and said to the other two, "Excuse me, I need to make a call."
She quickly stepped out, and not three minutes later, she returned. With a grave face, she said, "Colonel Stuart said, Abel's promotion to General is not normal. They don't have the capital for it, and his competitors are much stronger than he is."