Everyone laughed. Brainiac chose to defend himself. "There was a small path below the cliff. He just didn't see it. And I warned him not to go crashing around here with the Speed Force. Not once did he listen to me."
"So you used public business to settle a private score?"
"I told you, I pointed you toward the right destination..."
The dishes arrived quickly. The food here was authentic Gotham local cuisine. The routes through the East End were a little too complicated, so ordinary tourists could never find the place. It retained a strong local flavor. Chili Pepper and Mixed Fish Pie, Wickbeak Red Braised Oxtail, Living Hell Seafood Fried Rice, Gotham Specialty Fujian Shrimp Noodles...
In short, whether it was white people food, black people food, or Chinese food, it had all been blended together and given distinctive twists, creating Gotham specialty dishes bursting with flavor.
Barry and Jason were exhausted. They buried their heads in their meals until they were full and satisfied. Only after ordering dessert and coffee did they carefully discuss the results of their investigation.
"Paul Austin's father used to work in finance."
Everyone was somewhat surprised. Greed leaned forward and asked, "Wasn't he supposed to be an alcoholic gambler?"
"He was. After Brainiac abolished the financial industry, most finance workers changed careers. But it depended on what kind of finance worker they were. Skilled professionals—accountants, financial product managers, drafters, software engineers, and so on—were generally transferred to factories to do the same jobs they had done before.
"Some professions had blurrier boundaries, too, such as venture capitalists, trust managers, stock traders, and so on. As long as they weren't apprentices who could do nothing, they could generally keep doing what they knew, working in offices within factories in the real economy. After