Chapter 102 Superman: First Time on the Job (4000 words long chapter)

Chapter 102 Superman: First Time on the Job (4000 words long chapter)

"Hey, big guy!" Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him: "Do you think you look a bit like the flying man called Superman in the report you are writing now?" The smile on his face suddenly froze. Let's go back 30 minutes ago. ... ... ... ... Perry White is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet. He always thinks: workers should look like workers. For a newspaper, the financial backers behind the scenes can never be offended, although he himself does not follow this rule very much - he himself was famous for being rebellious when he was young, and reported many news that the financial backers behind the scenes did not approve of. However, these news made the newspapers make a lot of money in the end, which is why he was promoted all the way and became the youngest editor-in-chief in the history of the Daily Planet at the age of 30, instead of being kicked out. No matter who the newspaper was sold to, he always needs to make a profit, right? And he, Perry White, is the only genius who can make the newspaper sell well. So sometimes, as long as he is sure that his choice is correct, he can completely ignore the requirements of the financial backers behind the scenes, or simply do it first and then ask for permission. He has played this trick countless times in his decades of newspaper career.

And he wins every time.

In fact, Perry White thinks that he is extremely smart, wise, wise and courageous... (more than 5,000 words omitted below), while most employers seem to be stupid, fat-headed, (5,000 words omitted below) and not very smart. Most of them know nothing about the newspaper industry and are complete outsiders.

But this does not mean that the employer's opinion is not important.

In fact, the stupider the outsider, the more likely it is to do bad things. They often lack creative talents and abilities, but have a special liking for making things a mess, and are quite talented.

Therefore, our editor-in-chief Perry White has developed a unique way of dealing with employers.

Convince most employees, establish your own prestige, build your own kingdom, prove that you are always right in practice again and again, run the Daily Planet like an iron barrel, weaken the employer's voice and influence in the Daily Planet as much as possible, and minimize the impact of their stupid decisions.

No matter how many times the Daily Planet has been transferred, he has always done this.

Even if the current sponsor has changed from Morgan Edge, the president of the Galaxy Broadcasting System, to Bruce Wayne, the most famous bachelor in Gotham City, it is the same.

This guy is no different from the sponsors he has seen before, all of them are idiots who don't understand journalism at all-well, except Morgan Edge, this guy is the sponsor who knows the most about journalism he has ever seen, and he tried to challenge his authority when he just acquired the Daily Planet.

It took him a lot of energy to thwart the other party's evil conspiracy (the so-called "conspiracy" is limited to Editor White's own opinion).

Perry White was slightly absent-minded, and then quickly shook his head.

But it is obvious that there will never be a second troublesome character like the other party, and Bruce Wayne will definitely not be a very powerful character.

At this time, he was standing in front of the Daily Planet with a large group of reporters, ready to welcome Bruce Wayne's visit.

He raised his wrist to check the watch on his hand, and then saw the other party's extended version of Lincoln luxury car slowly driving from the street -

The time was just right, he thought that a famous playboy like Bruce Wayne would usually be late.

Wait, extended version of Lincoln?

This is an extended version of luxury car with a longer body than a standard vehicle, with more seats and more spacious space.

Why would Bruce Wayne come in such a luxury car?

Perry White thought of the rumors about the other party's playboy, and his face suddenly became a little dark. If the other party brought a large group of beautiful women from the car later, the reputation of the Daily Planet would be ruined!

His competitors would definitely compete to report this strange news and laugh loudly. The other party would not be so outrageous, right?

Then he saw the car door open, and Bruce Wayne walked down from it alone, with only an old butler beside him.

Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen.

Perry White breathed a sigh of relief. He saw Bruce Wayne wearing - uh... what?

He was wearing a pink mink coat that looked like a dodo, with a Hawaiian-style plaid shirt underneath.

He was wearing cool shorts underneath, a pair of bamboo and rattan slippers on his feet, and frog sunglasses on his face. His mouth was cracked all the way to his ears, and he laughed silly.

Look at this guy's face, it's obvious that he is a rich idiot.

Do you think you are here for vacation in Metropolis?

And the old butler behind him, what era is it, but he is still dressed like an old British butler in the 1920s, what do you think you are doing, filming a TV series?

Perry White, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, complained in his heart, but still had a warm smile on his face and stretched out his hand to the other party: "Dear Mr. Wayne, welcome to Metropolis!"

Then he was stuffed with a handful of banknotes.

?

Who do you think I am?

Angry, shaking, cold.

This is a complete insult!

Do I, Perry White, really think I have never seen money?

How can you insult me ​​like this!

Perry White wanted to say this loudly, but he only said one word, and saw the old butler behind Bruce Wayne took out a tall stack of money from the box and threw it into his arms again.

"I ×\u0026amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;%￥#@..."

Editor-in-Chief White's language module was loaded in chaos in an instant, and then he woke up in the next second.

This is a power grab! A thorough power grab!

The eyes of the shrewd and capable Editor-in-Chief White suddenly became sharp. The other party came with bad intentions, and the good ones did not come.

The power desire of the power maniac was activated in an instant, which made him quickly get rid of his greed for money.

In just a few seconds, he quickly adjusted his psychological construction.

In the face of such a money offensive, few people can control themselves, but he happens to be one of them...

Probably.

"No, I'm not such a person."

He said forcibly controlling himself.

He forced himself not to look at the pile of banknotes. He knew that the change in his expression just now had made Bruce Wayne see the clue, so he used more money to shut him up.

This was a mistake, and he would not make it again.

He stuffed the pile of money back into the old butler's box at a very fast speed, and then symbolically took the first small stack of money: "Thank you very much, Mr. Wayne, you are so polite."

"But no merit, no reward, too much money is not what I deserve, I am not such a casual person."

He turned his head forcibly, feeling his heart twitching.

Then he turned his head and saw Steve Lombard, a sports reporter from the Daily Planet, coming up impatiently: "Mr. Wayne! Nice to meet you!"

Lombard was a former professional player with a good figure, until he had a car accident that caused his knees to be shattered. So he returned to college to continue his studies, obtained a degree in journalism, and joined the Daily Planet, specializing in the sports section.

——The above is his past resume.

Now, in Perry White's eyes, our Mr. Lombard has become a dog waiting to be fed.

Then the next second he was overjoyed by a large stack of banknotes.

"Great, whether the people coming tonight are human or not, I can--"

Alfred took out more money from the box.

Our editor-in-chief White helplessly watched the old butler throw banknotes at each person one by one. The reporters he brought with him were immediately jubilant.

"Okay." He said angrily, "Would you like to take a look inside, Mr. Wayne?"

He didn't even want to continue his welcome speech.

They walked into the Daily Planet together.

The sports reporter contentedly stuffed the banknotes into his trouser pockets one by one, enjoying the full feeling, and then a wave of guilt came over him.

After taking so much money, he always felt that he had to help do something.

While the editor-in-chief and Mr. Wayne were still talking, he turned his head and saw the old butler who had given him the money before trying to carry the box on his back, so he immediately said:

"It must be very tiring for an old man like you to carry so much money, let me help you."

"I can help you carry it..."

He put both hands on the box and pulled it hard.

It didn't move.

He exerted force violently, and the muscles in his arms bulged, and the box was lifted a little.

He could already feel his spine groaning.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lombard"

He heard the old butler say to him in a British accent: "But I'm afraid I can do my job myself."

Then he saw the other party lift the box with one hand, sling it over his body, and stand lightly behind Bruce Wayne.

The box was like a building block in the hands of the skinny old man.

The sports reporter looked at his arm suspiciously, and he was a little confused.

"This doesn't make sense." He muttered.

"The Daily Planet has..."

Perry White waved his hand to let those unimportant reporters disperse and return to their posts to prevent them from being conquered by Bruce Wayne's money offensive.

He took several editors-in-chief with him and continued to walk with Bruce Wayne in the huge office group: "We have more than..."

Before he started his long speech, he heard Bruce Wayne whisper to him:

"Stop, tell me where Clark Kent is first."

Editor-in-Chief White blinked. He had long guessed that the other party would ask this.

Since the Daily Planet was acquired by Bruce Wayne some time ago, the other party made a special request to him:

Priority is given to recruiting a farm boy from Kansas as an employee, with no educational requirements and an age of about 20 to 30 years old. This direction is too obvious. When he received this request, he almost wanted to say that you just report a name and let me hire it directly.

"I arranged him in the same office with Lois Lane." Editor-in-Chief White said.

Then he called out to the back: "Miss Lane, Miss Lane?"

The black-haired beauty who followed them a few steps quickly stepped forward, then stretched out her hand and said a little stiffly: "Hello, I'm Lois Lane. It's a pleasure..."

But Bruce Wayne didn't shake her hand, and she had another stack of money in her hand.

The smart and capable Louise felt her tongue starting to get tangled. She could only forcefully skip the topic of handshake and said:

"Come with me, Mr. Wayne, let me introduce them to you."

Editor-in-Chief White gave up his seat and let Louise lead them into the office: "Everyone stop what you are doing, this is our behind-the-scenes financier, Boss Bruce Wayne--"

His voice disturbed the tranquility of the office, and Jimmy Olsen raised his head from the thick documents.

But Chen Tao ignored him, he floated directly to Clark Kent's desk, unable to hide his excitement.

But soon Chen Tao concealed his emotions again, pretending to concentrate on what he was writing on the desk.

Louise gave Editor-in-Chief White a questioning look, and the other shrugged.

The Kansas boy stiffened after being suddenly interrupted, and then showed a shy smile.

Chen Tao reached out and took away the manuscript he was writing. Clark's hand flashed for a moment, but immediately returned to its original place and let the manuscript be taken away.

"Well, a mysterious flying man appeared in Metropolis to fight crime? You call him Superman?"

Perry White walked over quickly: "Newcomer, I told you, we want news, not urban legends, you can't..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Tao.

"Hey, big guy!"

Clark Kent heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say to him:

"Do you think you look a bit like the flying man called Superman in the report you are writing now?"

So the smile on his face suddenly froze.

? ? ?

"Really?"

Clark Kent immediately and silently adjusted the biological standpoint to the maximum, and then showed an innocent smile on his face: "I don't think they look alike at all."

His biological standpoint can distort the perception of others and make others face-blind to him. Clark Kent is sure that no matter how you look at it, no one should associate him with the flying man!

They are completely two different people!

"Take off your glasses."

He heard Bruce Wayne say, "Hurry up."

Clark did so, and he adjusted his biological stance up again, shaking slightly because of the excessive force.

Chen Tao lifted the photo on the manuscript and placed it flat next to Clark's face.

"That's right."

Clark heard the other party say, "You are Superman."

? ? ?

Clark's super brain fell into chaos.

"You are really kidding." He stumbled and said, "How could I..."

Jimmy Olsen came over: "Indeed, Mr. Wayne, I think... uh... they are not the same at all."

Chen Tao did not comment.

"What do you think, Miss Lane?"

Lois Lane seemed a little puzzled, but she still said, "I don't think so at all..."

Snap!

But before she finished her words, a thick stack of banknotes appeared in front of her.

Alfred flashed back to the corner.

Chen Tao turned around and asked her: "Do you think they look alike now?"

"... I think Clark Kent looks exactly like Superman."

"Ah, Mr. Wayne, no matter what, they are..."

Pah!

Jimmy Olsen was also stuffed with a stack of bills.

"Yes, Clark Kent is no different from Superman!"

Clark stared at his two colleagues in amazement.

Pah!

Pah!

Pah!

Stacks of bills were distributed to everyone present.

And then finally, a stack of bills was thrown in front of Clark Kent.

"I think you are Superman."

"Indeed."

"No problem."

"They look exactly the same!"

There was a chorus of echoes around.

Clark Kent grabbed the bills dully, and then a helpless look appeared on his face.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, that's right, I am Superman."

He said.