The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 40 40. Although I am willing to support you with love, I still have to resolutely draw a clear line with the violent forces.

When the next morning came, Mason crawled out of his suitcase and stood in Penguin's office, stretching.

Another fulfilling night has passed.

Although he was constantly disturbed by Catwoman who was "on vacation" in the magic apartment, he finally prepared a new and very useful potion last night.

A small bottle of primary vitality potion was taken out and waved in front of his eyes.

The liquid that had been filtered three times did not have any residue. The sleepy young man raised his head and drank it in one gulp. After a few seconds, he became lively and energetic again.

It is simply the perfect magic medicine for staying up late to cultivate immortality.

"Although the various alchemy potions simplified by Old K are all useful, maybe I should try the ancient secret recipe passed down in Hogwarts."

Mason contemplated his plans in alchemy.

He planned to spend a week focusing on the alchemy branch, and if possible, raise it to Lv2 and then create the magical mediating alchemy stone, which was very important to alchemy.

According to Old K's notes, if an alchemist can independently make alchemy stones, it means that he has left the apprenticeship stage.

Then, Mason will start to improve other branches of skills while studying engineering. However, these are all "work plans" at night, and Mason does not intend to give up the equally precious day time.

He should make full use of his daytime hours to improve branch skills that do not need to be hidden from others.

And he already has a complete plan.

"Boss, the clothes you asked for are here."

After a busy night but still looking energetic and energetic, Charles the Kite Man walked into the office carrying two sets of clothes. The one on the left was a black formal suit, and the one on the right was a gray casual suit.

In his past career as a villain, this guy who often did odd jobs to support his family and thus had a lot of work experience said to Mason:

"If you're going for an interview, I suggest you dress more formally, but given your age, it's not good to be too formal, so I'll stick with this gray suit.

It's more casual but not too formal, conservative but not old-fashioned, and it's most suitable for a handsome young man like you.

This is the advice my newly hired lobby manager gave me."

"Okay, I won't pick it anyway."

Mason took the gray semi-formal casual suit and walked to the cubicle of Penguin's office to start changing clothes. While changing, he said to Kite Man who was sitting on the sofa with his head down and sorting some things:

"Did you find the lobby manager in just one day? Charles, are you really ready to take over this hot potato?"

"If you don't show up, am I going to rent this building out to collect rent?"

Charles complained, and then said enthusiastically:

"But this life is actually not as difficult as you think, boss. Although I had a miserable life in Gotham before, I still have some connections in this circle.

Yesterday, I sent a recruitment message to a friend in the Minions Union. Not only has the lobby manager been recruited, but the interviews for the front desk, kitchen and bartenders have also been completed.

The next step is to get some young, cute and coaxing waiters and enough security personnel, and then hire a few outdated singers and bands at low prices to reopen the business.

The only trouble was getting the drinks served.

The drink in Gotham's gray area is monopolized by the Falcone family mafia, which they have been doing since the days of Al Capone.

I heard they’re also eyeing this bar.”

"Wait, what about the guild?"

Mason, who was changing clothes, stuck his head out from the cubicle and said in surprise:

"Is there really something as outrageous as this sounds in Gotham?"

“There is even a ‘Villain Forum’ in this city, and there are quite a few fans, so why can’t there be a trade union that specifically provides services to young men from various factions and unemployed young people who want to enter this industry?

If you look at the worsening economic situation in Gotham City, even Wayne Industries cannot provide so many jobs to unemployed young people."

The kite man said confidently:

"And how do you think Joker, Two-Face and the others recruit enough followers overnight every time they are released from prison? Do they have to hand out recruitment flyers on the street?

No, no, no, these are all served by the minions union!

The boss desires a useful younger brother, and the ambitious younger brother also wants to follow the powerful boss.

This is called ‘running in both directions’.

The service fees of the union are quite high, and the intermediary fees for each level of minions are different. A senior guy like me with unique skills will have to pay one thousand US dollars each time for intermediary fees.

This is still a friendly price!

Speaking of which, boss, do you want me to register a member of the Minions Union for you?

They are running an event this month, offering a 20% discount on the membership fee for new members who sign up, as well as three free intermediary services, but you need a majestic nickname."

"It is indeed a Gotham specialty. This industry has become a systematic operation. I am really convinced."

Mason complained, walked out in that smart suit again, and looked in front of the full-length mirror.

Because of the "employee benefits" of the former Star Club, his thin body has become stronger. His height has increased to 1.85 meters and he is quite imposing. His short black hair and slightly childish face give him the vitality of a young man.

But the big black and white eyes and the restrained light in them add a sense of stability and sophistication to him.

"good!"

The kite man looked around behind him and praised:

"With this package, you can go directly to participate in the 'Gotham Playboy' audition. But, boss, are you sure you want to apply there?

Even if you don't want to get involved in the running of the bar, you can still be a hands-off boss. Considering the location and conditions of this bar, it is no exaggeration to say that if the operation is a little better, the two brothers will not be short of money for the rest of their lives.

You have to study alchemy, and you have to explore and explore other worlds. Isn’t it a waste of time to go out and show your face?"

"I told Batman that I would never get involved in these gray industries again in my life, and that as a human being, you must do what you say, but it took a lot of effort for me to clear my name.

It can no longer be dyed black."

Mason looked at himself in the full-length mirror and was quite satisfied with his new image.

He touched his eyes and felt that he needed glasses to hide his overly mature eyes. While he pinned Zha Kang's Hell Eye lapel pin on his collar, he said to the Kite Man:

"Besides, I have my own plan. You don't have to interfere with my life if you run this place well. Only by being in Gotham openly and secretly can we better cooperate and hide.

But since you are rich, Boss Charles, I will leave it to you to pay for my future purchases of materials."

"Don't worry, boss."

The kite man patted his chest and said:

"I will be your treasury from now on. If you need money, you can ask for anything.

Of course, those magical potions. I mean, since our bar can no longer be the same as the Penguin, it has to be somewhat unique, right?"

"Okay, I'll take some time to do some research and make some cocktails."

Mason nodded in agreement and asked casually:

"Didn't you say you wanted to take your son back from your ex-wife?"

"next month!"

Charles clenched his fists and said:

"When I make enough money next month and hire the best lawyer, I will definitely take my son back and give him the best life. Since he may die in a distant country at any time, I don't want to miss this anymore.

Only time left."

"come on!"

Mason patted his younger brother on the shoulder, picked up his suitcase and was about to leave.

Kite Man said that he would send someone to check out the luxury cars in the garage, but Mason declined.

Just kidding, the cheapest luxury cars in Penguin's garage cost over a million. He was applying for a job, not buying one, so why was he driving that thing?

Do we want to be like Bruce Wayne, the playboy who flaunts his wealth all day long and treats showing off his wealth as boring work?

After going out and hailing a taxi, Mason came all the way to the Crime Alley, which was sparsely populated even during the day and was dilapidated. He got out of the car and carried his suitcase into the four-story clinic in front of him.

"Hello, I'm Mason Cooper."

He showed a gentle smile to the yawning nurse at the front desk and said:

"I submitted my resume as a medical assistant yesterday, and Dr. Leslie sent me a reply this morning."

The little nurse who had been busy all night was drowsy, but when she saw a tall, powerful and polite handsome man suddenly appeared, she suddenly came back to her senses.

Not only did he warmly entertain him, he also personally took Mason to the second floor and sent him to Dr. Leslie's office.

The cold-faced doctor glanced at Mason, then stood up and closed the office door, leaving the little nurse waiting outside ready to bring tea and water a look of disappointment.

"Mason, is this a bad joke?"

Dr. Leslie stood behind the door with her arms folded, staring at the young man sitting on the chair with her bright green eyes that were stained by time, and she said:

"Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, an old woman, from the big trouble caused by Catwoman that night, my small clinic cannot accommodate a 'Son of the Bat'."

"No, doctor, I really need a job."

Mason smiled the humble smile of a job applicant.

He carefully placed his paper resume on the doctor's desk, and said to Dr. Leslie who sat back in the chair and put on his glasses:

“Although I don’t have a nursing license and haven’t systematically studied professional knowledge, I wanted to become a doctor who can save lives and help the wounded when I was in school.

Besides, you are not old at all.

It is the age when a woman is most full of unique charm brought by wisdom and experience. Regarding this point, I think Director Gordon, who finds a reason to run to you when he has nothing to do, must have the same feeling.

By the way, he is my guardian now.

Maybe this will give me some points for the interview?”

"Your opening statement sucks!"

The cold-faced doctor curled his lips and said:

"If you hadn't saved me, I would have kicked you out when you mentioned Gordon. What does the 'alchemist' in the professional skills on this resume mean?

This is a serious clinic, Mason!

It’s not one of those frivolous spiritual retreats.”

"You can understand it as an ancient healing method, and I brought samples."

Mason took out three test tubes with liquids of different colors from his suitcase and placed them in front of the frowning doctor. He introduced:

"From left to right are three potions: healing, vitality and paralysis. Don't show such disdain. Doctor Leslie and Gordon have seen their effects with their own eyes.

In addition, regarding first aid, if you have any doubts about my skills, I can demonstrate to you on site the hemostatic bandaging skills that I have practiced for a long time.

Do you have any patients here who need bandaging?"

"If I hadn't known your identity, I should have kicked you out right now, a young bastard!"

The cold-faced doctor thought for a while, then snapped his finger at Mason to instruct him to follow. He then took the bottle of blue vitality potion from his hand and handed it to the little nurse who was napping at the door when he opened the door.

"Wendy, this is a new medicine that can effectively relieve fatigue. Are you willing to try it?"

The doctor said to the little nurse:

"You've been working overtime for two days in a row. I know you need money to help your sister finish school, but you really need a break, kid."

"I am willing, if I can get an extra trial fee."

The little nurse smiled sleepily and took the test tube from Dr. Leslie. She sniffed it and found that there was a faint orange smell in it, then she drank it with a sigh of relief.

Dr. Leslie also took out a stethoscope and began to monitor the heart rate changes of his employees. Ten seconds later, the vitality potion diluted by Mason had a miraculous effect.

The little nurse who was originally very sleepy blinked her eyes and felt that her fatigue was suddenly released, and her whole body became energetic.

But instead of being very happy, she looked at the test paper in her hand with a fearful expression, and asked cautiously:

"Doctor, does this stuff really contain no stimulants? You know I hate those things."

"Purely natural extract, as long as you don't drink it as coffee, it is absolutely safe and harmless."

Mason explained with a smile and then warned:

"If you feel any discomfort in the next half hour, please tell me in time."

Looking at Mason's handsome and sunny face, the little nurse's heart was beating fast, and she whispered:

"Well, I feel my heartbeat is racing and my cheeks are a little hot."

"It's really time for you to find a boyfriend, Wendy."

Dr. Leslie took back her stethoscope, looked at Mason strangely, and said to the little nurse:

"Go to work. The trial fee will be paid in your special allowance this month. Mason, put away your charming smile and stop harassing my employees.

follow me."

The doctor strode forward, and Mason politely said goodbye to the little nurse, and followed the doctor to the minor observation ward, where a nurse happened to be changing the dressing of a homeless man with minor burns.

Dr. Leslie winked.

The young man took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, put on medical gloves, and took over the nurse's work. Then, under the surprised gazes of the doctors and nurses, he quickly and professionally completed the cleaning and bandaging.

His skillful movements and perfect details made the nurses around Dr. Leslie feel like "I am a real person".

By the way, I felt a sense of crisis about my career.

"Successfully completed an outstanding craft and quickly bandaged minor injuries, and the proficiency in first aid skills was increased by X10."

When the prompt appeared, Mason showed a gentle smile to the patient and then stood up. He took off his medical gloves and looked at Dr. Leslie.

The cold-faced doctor turned around and left expressionlessly, and Mason followed him back to the office.

She opened the drawer and took out a document and threw it to Mason, folded her arms and said:

"Come to work tomorrow"

"Now you can."

While filling in his personal information, Mason said to the doctor:

"I even brought my own nurse uniform."

"Very well, but I have to tell you in advance, Mason, my clinic is a charity organization."

Dr. Leslie pushed up his glasses and said:

"This means that the salary you can get here is unstable, and you are at risk of unemployment at any time. Also because it is a public welfare organization, your workload will be more than in a general treatment facility. You are not allowed to complain to me about being tired at work.

Don't ask for leave casually.

Your bandaging skills are some of the best I've ever seen, but perhaps you can continue to develop in this area and learn more about professional suturing, wound cleansing, and simple surgical procedures.

You also need to get a nursing license as soon as possible.

If possible, a medical license is also required.

But the advantage of working here is that there is a staff canteen and dormitory, which can solve the problem of food and accommodation."

"Just close your eyes and tell lies."

The young man complained in his heart.

With the secret support of a world-class rich man like Bruce Wayne, your clinic will definitely be fully funded even if Gotham is destroyed.

He has never seen any public welfare clinic whose emergency room has cutting-edge equipment that may not be found in large hospitals.

"Oh, do you have a canteen here?"

Mason raised his head and thought of his unexplored culinary branch. He smiled like a job seeker at Dr. Leslie and said:

"My cooking skills are actually pretty good, so maybe I can work part-time as a chef? I don't come to work for money, doctor, I just don't want to waste my time, and I also want to contribute to this city.

Do you and your staff need to taste food on site?

There are still three hours until lunch time, so I can definitely accept the challenge.”

"Bang bang bang"

An anxious knock on the door sounded at this moment, and Wendy, the little nurse just now, opened the door and said with a serious face:

"Dr. Leslie, there was a shootout three blocks away. Six patients who were shot were brought here. One needs first aid, and the others have trauma."

"Mason, put on your nurse uniform."

Ms. Leslie pushed up her glasses and said to the young man:

"Go and bandage the trauma patient to stop bleeding. Wendy will assist you. This is your entry test, young man, let me see your strength."

(End of chapter)