Lin Xu: Go Find Tony

"Hennessy, where the hell have you been?"

"Boss's here!"

Hennessy walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of Old Snow: "Lin, I'll leave it here for you."

Lin Xu turned back to look at the bottles of beer and fell into deep thought.

"I told you to buy Wagyu beef, and you bought me Snow Beer instead."

Hennessy immediately shrank back. "You're not talking about Marbled, you're talking about Snowflake!"

Lin Xu slapped his forehead. He suddenly remembered that it was only 1992. The use of snowflakes directly on steak was something that happened after Chinglish became popular. Before that, there was always a specific word for it.

"Never mind, it's just a little less beef." Lin Xu picked up a few bottles of beer and looked at them. "Hey, this is Lao Xue from Fengtian Brewery, is it fake?"

"How could that be? The convenience store John always buys cigarettes from can get things from all over the world, how could it be fake alcohol?"

When Lin Xu heard that it was bought from a convenience store, he immediately felt relieved. After all, the clerk at that store was an angel; he wouldn't sell fake cigarettes or alcohol.

"Alright, come and help."

"Okay..."

Hennessy rolled up his sleeves, walked to the cutting board, and looked at the pile of ingredients and a bunch of skewers in front of him with some confusion.

"Lin, didn't you say you were going to make that Bobo Cheken? Where's the Cheken? Why is it just chicken feet?"

Who told you that Bo Bo Chicken necessarily contains chicken?

Hennessy opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then stopped herself. Just then, John walked into the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Boss, I'm back."

"Go out!"

"Ah?"

No smoking in the kitchen!

Upon hearing this, John silently left the kitchen, putting his hand back in his pocket, which had originally intended to hand over the $100 he had earned that day.

Okay, I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes later, and when I get my change, I'll just say I only made fifty!

Soon, Lin Xu finished making the chili oil and helped Hennessy skewer the ingredients. However, to suit their tastes, he also made a slightly milder Sichuan peppercorn flavor.

When the food was served, John returned with the cigarettes. Looking at the two bowls of various skewered meats and vegetables, he asked the same question as Hennessy.

"Boss, didn't you say Popocheken? Where's Cheken?"

After rummaging through it several times, John finally found two chicken feet. "And why are there six skewers on these chicken feet?"

Lin Xu looked at the two chicken feet, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Could he say it was a habit formed from running a shop in his past life?

You know, when you eat Bo Bo Chicken, the bill is usually calculated by the number of skewers. The chicken feet are so big, they have to make a lot of money...

"Just eat your food, stop talking so much."

Lin Xu casually replied and then began to eat heartily.

John looked at the yellowish-green soup in front of him, then glanced at the bright red soup in front of Lin Xu, and curiously picked up a piece.

"Tsk, it's a bit spicy, a bit sweet, and has a slightly burnt aroma, but it's a bit too oily."

Wild boars can't eat fine chaff.

While we were eating, a car suddenly stopped in front of the firm.

Lin Xu turned his head and peeked through the crack in the door. His eyes narrowed instantly. It was Rolls-Royce Silver Spur custom extended version. He also had one in Houston, which Tony gave him when he moved Stark headquarters from Los Angeles to New York.

Something that money can't always buy.

Soon, the old man got out of the car with a young man.

Lin Xu looked at the young man's face and felt a sense of absurdity.

What's going on? Is the Marvel crew having a gathering in Los Angeles, DC?

First it was the Ancient One, then Odin, and now Adrian...

Hello, is anyone there?

Lin Xu didn't get up, but simply waved the door open. "Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce stared in surprise as the wooden door opened automatically, then looked at Lin Xu, whose mouth was greasy from eating. "You know me?"

"This car just came out this year, and besides the Gotham Wayne family, there's probably no one else who could make a custom version right away."

Bruce understood; it seemed the other party was no ordinary person either, recognizing the car's origin immediately.

"Someone told me today that you can solve my problem." Bruce deliberately didn't say what the problem was; he wanted to see if this person really had the ability.

Lin Xu finished the rest of the food in the bowl in a few bites, wiped his mouth, and then, ignoring Alfred's wariness, slowly walked up to Bruce.

Sniff~

Tsk, a strong angelic aura, and quite powerful. Looks like he went to see Gabriel.

Lin Xu used his Telepathy to try and see what the other person was thinking.

But the moment his mental energy entered Bruce's brain, it was instantly sucked away by an extreme darkness.

Dormammu's black at least has some color, but Batman's is pure black.

"Hiss~"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Xu stared at the other person's face, feeling somewhat dazed.

Keaton's Batman is completely different from the other versions. If I had to give it one adjective, it would only be:

Righteousness breeds evil!

When the Flash traveled back in time to find him, he said, "Gotham is already the safest city in the world. It doesn't need Batman anymore."

How can Gotham, a city where only felonies are counted in crime counts, become the safest city?

That is... to wipe them all out...

At the same time, Lin Xu couldn't help but admire the other party; he was actually able to suppress such a dark mental world through his own willpower.

Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?

Bruce replied without hesitation, "Change the status quo in Gotham."

"What are the specific methods?"

"Charity, healthcare, public safety..."

"Wrong!" Lin Xu interrupted Bruce before he could finish speaking, "These only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

How can we address the root cause of the problem?

"I have four strategies." Lin Xu stood with his hands behind his back, walked to the entrance of the firm, and looked at the street in the distance.

"In the East, there is a book called the Art of War, which states that the best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans; next is to disrupt their alliances; next is to attack their army; and the worst is to besiege their cities."

"Surpass the city, use Wayne Capital to Gotham from America, and then we can do whatever we want."

Upon hearing this, not only Bruce but even John was astonished by Lin Xu's genius. Could a human possibly come up with such a method?

"... Anything else?"

"Use Wayne Capital to maintain private armies and stop killing with killing!"

For some reason, Bruce was somewhat tempted by such treasonous words, but what he really wanted to do was not to have a private army, but to kill them himself.

"Stop the diplomatic stalemate. I heard Gotham doesn't have the death penalty. You can find people to be mayor, governor, and legislators yourself. With Wayne Capital's strength, it's easy for them to do that. Then, get them to push through legislation to change things. I believe that will deter a lot of people."

Bruce's eyes shone brighter as he looked at Lin Xu expectantly. "What about the strategy?"

"Bruce, why do you think Gotham has become like this? Is it corruption? Is it cronyism? Or is it gangs? No! It's education, it's employment, it's that the lower classes of Gotham see no hope, no future."

After all, the other party has a Keaton face, and the fact that he can stop killing with killing proves that there aren't actually that many monsters and demons in this universe's Gotham.

Teach me!

I can't teach you.

Bruce was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

"However, I can introduce you to someone..."

Coke without ice is like iced tea without ice.