The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 40 40. Although the younger brother is willing to support love, he still has to resolutely draw a line with the violent forces

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

   Another fulfilling evening passed.

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

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

  There was no residue in the liquid filtered three times. The drowsy young man lifted his head up and drank it dry. After a few seconds, he became alive and kicking around again.

   It is simply the perfect medicine for staying up all night cultivating immortals.

   "Although the various alchemy potions simplified by old K are very useful, maybe I should try the ancient secret recipe handed down from Hogwarts."

  Mason was thinking about his plan in alchemy.

  He intends to spend a week specializing in the alchemy branch. If possible, let it be raised to Lv2 and then produce the magic-mediated alchemy stone, which is very important for alchemy.

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

   Then, Mason will start to complete the improvement of other branch skills while studying engineering, but these are all nighttime "work plans", and Mason does not intend to give up the equally precious daytime time.

  He wants to make full use of the daytime to improve those branch skills that don't need to be concealed.

   And he already has a whole plan.

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

  Having been busy all night but still in good spirits, the aggressive kiteman Charles walked into the office carrying two sets of clothes. The one on the left is a black formal suit, and the one on the right is a gray casual style.

   This guy who often worked odd jobs to subsidize his family in his past villain career, so he has a lot of work experience said to Mason:

   "If you are going to an interview, I suggest you dress more formally, but at your age, it is not good to be too formal, so I still use this gray suit.

  Casual yet formal, conservative but not rigid, it is most suitable for a handsome young man like you.

   This is the advice given to me by my newly hired lobby manager. "

   "All right, I won't pick anyway."

  Mason took the gray semi-formal casual style suit and went to the cubicle of Penguin's office to start changing clothes. While changing, he said to the kite man who was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed and sorting out some things:

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

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

  Charles complained, then said happily:

   "But the job is actually not as difficult as you think, boss, although I used to be miserable in Gotham, I also have some contacts in this circle.

  I sent a recruitment message to a friend in the "Minor Union" yesterday, and now not only the lobby manager has been recruited, but the front desk, back kitchen and bartender have also been interviewed.

  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 a low price to reopen.

  The only trouble is getting the drinks served.

   Alcohol in the gray area of ​​Gotham is monopolized by the Falcone family mafia, and they have been doing this since the Al Capone days.

   I hear they're eyeing this bar too. "

   "Wait, minion union?"

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

   "Gotham really has something that sounds outrageous?"

   "There's even a 'thug forum' in this city, and there are quite a few fans. Why can't there be a trade union that provides services for younger brothers from various forces and unemployed young people who want to enter this industry?

  Look at the deteriorating economic situation in Gotham City. Even Wayne Industries can't provide so many jobs for unemployed young people. "

  The kite man said confidently:

   "Also, how do you think the clowns, the double-faced men and the others recruited enough young men overnight after they get out of prison every time? Do you want to distribute recruitment flyers on the street?

   No, no, no, this is all served by the minion union!

  The boss is eager for a useful younger brother, and the ambitious younger brother also hopes to follow the powerful boss.

   This is called 'two-way rush'.

  The service fee of the trade union is quite high, and the agency fees of the minions of different levels are different. Senior guys like me with unique skills get a thousand dollars in agency fees every time.

  This is still a friendly price!

  Speaking of which, boss, do you want me to register you as a member of the minions union?

  They are holding an event this month. Newcomers will get a 20% discount on the membership fee when they register, and they will also get three free intermediary services, but you need a prestigious nickname. "

   "As expected of Gotham's characteristics, this industry has become a systematic operation, I am really convinced."

  Mason complained, then walked out in that well-fitting suit, and looked in front of the full-length mirror.

  Because of the "employee benefits" of the previous stars meeting, his thin body has become stronger, and his height has increased to 1.85 meters, which is quite imposing. The short-cut black hair and a slightly immature face have a kind of youthful vitality.

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

"good!"

  The kite man glanced left and right behind him, and praised:

   "After this package works, you can directly participate in the "Gotham Flower Boy" draft. But, boss, are you sure you want to apply there?

  Even if you don’t want to get involved in the operation of the bar, you can still be a hands-off owner. As far as the bar’s location and conditions are concerned, it’s not an exaggeration to say that if the bar is run a bit better, our brothers will not be short of money for the rest of our lives.

  You have to study alchemy and explore different 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 in my life. To be a man, I must do what I say. It was hard for me to clean up.

   Can no longer be dyed black. "

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

  He touched his eyes and felt that he needed glasses to cover his overly mature eyes. While pinning Zack Kang's Eye of Hell pin on his collar, he said to the kite man:

   "Besides, I have my own plan. You don't need to interfere with my life if you manage this place well. Only when we are in Gotham can we cooperate and hide better.

  But since you have a lot of money, Boss Charles, then I will entrust you with the money for purchasing materials in the future. "

   "Don't worry, boss."

  The kite man patted his chest and said:

   "I will be your treasury from now on, if you need money, ask for it.

   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 the time to study and make some cocktails."

  Mason nodded in agreement, and asked casually:

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

   "Next month!"

  Charles clenched his fist and said:

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

"come on!"

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

  The kite man said that he would send someone to take him to check the luxury cars in the garage, but Mason declined.

   Just kidding, the cheapest luxury cars in Penguin’s garage are all in the millions. He is applying for a job, not buying it. Why is he driving that thing?

   Do you want to learn from Bruce Wayne, the **** who swaggers around the market all day long and treats showing off his wealth as a boring job?

  Going out and hailing a taxi, Mason came all the way to the dilapidated and sparsely populated Crime Lane even during the daytime. He got out of the car and walked into the fourth-floor clinic in front of him with his suitcase.

   "Hi, I'm Mason Cooper."

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

   “I sent in my resume yesterday for the Physician Assistant job, and Dr. Leslie wrote me back this morning.”

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

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

  The cold-faced doctor glanced at Mason, then got up and closed the office door, disappointing the little nurse who was waiting outside to serve tea and water at any time.

   "Mason, is this a nasty joke?"

  Standing behind the door, Dr. Leslie folded her arms and stared at the young man sitting on the chair with her green eyes that were full of age but still bright. She said:

   "Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, an old woman, from the catastrophe caused by Catwoman that night, my small clinic cannot accommodate a 'bat child'."

   "No, doctor, I really need a job."

  Mason showed the humble smile of a candidate.

  He seriously put his paper resume on the doctor's table, and said to Dr. Leslie who sat back on the chair and put on his glasses:

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

   Plus, you're not old at all.

  It is the age when a woman is most endowed with the unique charm brought by wisdom and experience. Regarding this point, I think Director Gordon, who is always looking for a reason to run to you, must have the same feeling.

  By the way, he is my guardian now.

  Maybe this can give me extra points in the interview? "

   "Your opening speech 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' marked in this professional skill on this resume mean?

  I'm a serious clinic here, Mason!

   It's not those spiritual retreats that talk about gods and gods. "

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

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

   "From left to right are the three potions of healing, vitality and paralysis. Don't show such a dismissive expression, Dr. Leslie, Gordon has seen their effects with his own eyes.

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

  Do you have a patient here that needs dressing? "

   "If I didn't know your identity, I should drive you out now, you young magic stick!"

  The cold-faced doctor thought for a while, and gave Mason a ring to instruct him to follow. He took the bottle of blue vitality potion from him and handed it to the little nurse who was dozing off at the door when he opened the door.

   "Wendy, this is a new drug that can effectively relieve fatigue, would you like 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 with her studies, but you do need a break, kid."

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

  The little nurse grinned sleepily, took the test tube from Dr. Leslie, first sniffed it and found that there was a faint orange smell in it, then drank it in one gulp with relief.

  Dr. Leslie took out his stethoscope at the same time 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 very sleepy blinked her eyes, feeling that her fatigue was released all of a sudden, and her whole body became more energetic.

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

   "Doctor, is this stuff really stimulant free? You know I hate that stuff."

   "Pure 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 urged:

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

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

   "Well, I feel my heart beating faster, and my cheeks are a little hot."

   "You really should find a boyfriend, Wendy."

  Dr. Leslie took back the stethoscope, gave Mason a strange look, and said to the little nurse:

   "Go to work. The drug test 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, Mason said goodbye to the little nurse politely, and followed the doctor to the mild observation ward, where a nurse happened to be changing the dressing of a homeless man with mild burns.

  Dr. Leslie winked.

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

  His skillful movements and perfect details made the nurses around Dr. Leslie feel like "I'm real".

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

   "Successfully completed an outstanding craft · fast minor wound dressing, first aid skills proficiency X10 increase."

   When the prompt appeared, Mason showed a gentle smile to the patient before getting up, taking off the medical gloves while looking at Dr. Leslie.

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

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

   "Come to work tomorrow"

"Now you can."

  Mason said to the doctor while filling out his personal information:

   "I even brought my own nurse uniform."

   "Very well, but let me tell you in advance, Mason, that my clinic is a nonprofit."

  Dr. Leslie pushed up his glasses and said:

"This means that the salary you can get here is not stable, and there is a risk of unemployment at any time. Also because it is a public welfare organization, your workload will be more than in general treatment institutions. Don't complain to me about being tired from work, or Do not ask for leave casually.

  Your bandaging skills are the best I have ever seen, but maybe you can continue to learn professional sutures, wound cleaning and simple surgical procedures in this area.

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

  If applicable, a doctor's license is also required.

  However, 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 nonsense."

  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 on the day Gotham is destroyed.

  He has never seen any emergency room in a public welfare clinic that has cutting-edge equipment that big hospitals don't necessarily have.

   "Oh, do you still have a canteen here?"

   Mason raised his head and thought of the culinary branch he hadn't started yet, so he smiled at Dr. Leslie as a job seeker and said:

   "My cooking skills are actually good, so maybe I can work as a part-time 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 by the way.

  Do you and your staff need to sample dishes on site?

  It’s three hours before lunch and I’m totally up for the challenge”

   "Bang bang bang"

  Anxious knocking on the door sounded at this moment, and the little nurse Wendy just opened the door and said with a serious face:

   "Dr. Leslie, there was a shootout three blocks away. Six patients were brought in, one in need of first aid and the others were traumatized."

   "Mason, put on your nurse uniform."

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

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

  (end of this chapter)