The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2615 Mayfly World (Fifteen)

Schiller was talking about China, of course. In fact, China now wants more than just to grow crops on alien planets. Their ideas are somewhat unique. You said that plants grow through photosynthesis, and the light of photosynthesis refers to the light of the sun, so why can't we grow crops on the sun?

Of course, Schiller didn't know how far the research had progressed. He had not dealt with China much in his life, and at most he knew a few people from the S.H.I.E. Bureau.

Because China in this universe really doesn't need help. They have been very powerful throughout history, and have ruled the world for much longer than the United States, so they don't need anyone to worry about them.

However, Schiller felt that since the general setting has not changed, China must have this kind of talent, but Schiller also felt that they should not cooperate with the Brotherhood of Mutants.

First of all, the concept of the Brotherhood of Mutants is to find a utopia outside the earth, which is inconsistent with China's concept of mutants. China has always advocated the integration of mutants into society. They are just ordinary people with special talents. They don't agree to pack up mutants and throw them far away.

Even if China wants to do this, it has to consider the opinions of so many mutants in the country. After so many generations of reproduction and development, most mutants living in China also think so. I am just an ordinary person and a citizen of the earth. I am a builder of this society. I should enjoy this entire civilized society. Why should I be driven away?

Secondly, the reputation of the Brotherhood of Mutants is not very good, and terrorist attacks have been carried out in real life. Schiller's impression is that China will not openly cooperate with such an organization.

Schiller also explained this to Magneto. He said: "So it may be difficult to achieve your desired goal by using traditional farming methods."

Magneto remained silent. He thought that this would not be a dead end. Now he has no talents for infrastructure construction, and organizations that are good at infrastructure construction will not play with him. Can he only rely on robbery?

"But then again." Schiller changed the subject and said: "Traditional farming doesn't work, so let's think of some crooked ways."

"What do you mean?"

"Farming with superpowers." Schiller snapped his fingers and said.

Magneto shook his head and said, "We don't have anyone who can farm here, and neither does Charles. Some of the people who can barely help are more willing to use their fists to deal with the thugs on the street, rather than consider the future of their race."

Magneto's words were obviously directed at his two daughters, not to mention his son, who couldn't help at all.

The abilities of Scarlet Witch and Polaris can indeed be used for farming, but the problem is that one is in love, and the other treats her father like an enemy, so obviously neither of them can help.

As for Charles, although Daqun is his son, the two have never had any dealings with each other, and Charles can hardly call him. As for the group of children in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, they are not at the age to be obedient and work.

The more Magneto thought about it, the more worried he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the mutants had no future. But at this time, Schiller said, "You don't have any here, but I happen to know a few."

Just as Magneto was about to speak, Schiller interrupted him and said, "And they just happen to have a lot of experience in farming in Mexico in another universe, and they are relatively free recently."

Schiller dragged out a long tone, and the implication was obvious. Magneto could still understand this hint, so he asked, "So what's the price? What do they want?"

"I don't know this yet. I need to ask them, but some of them have really encountered trouble recently and may need help."

"Of course, mutants are happy to help." Magneto sneered and said, "There are very few troubles in this world that we can't solve, except farming."

After separating from Magneto, Schiller returned to the hotel room. He originally planned to go to the Great Pyramid this afternoon to have Martin set up a magic circle to see if he could summon part of the entity of the Aztec gods there.

According to Martin, all the Aztec gods are weak now, and most of them can only give him some feedback. In this way, it is impossible to discuss specific terms and projects. We still have to help them recover first. I just don’t know if his previous way of worshipping the ancestor gods will work.

Schiller thought that there was no need to go through so much trouble. As long as he could find their people, he would have no shortage of energy and could just fill it up.

However, because of Magneto’s matter, Schiller decided to go to another universe first.

He first sent a message to Clark through the Doujie system, indicating that it was he who was coming, and then headed to Metropolis as quickly as possible. Clark just got off work at this time.

Clark was a little surprised that Schiller came just after seeing the message, but he recognized greed and knew that this doctor was completely different from Professor Schiller.

Clark gave Schiller a big hug, smiled and opened the door for him to come in, and said, "Why did you come so quickly? I should have packed a dinner when I passed by the restaurant."

"Don't worry, I brought it." Schiller weighed the bag in his hand and said, "Is Louise here? Maybe I can have the chance to taste her cooking."

"Stop it, she can't cook." Clark shook his head helplessly, took the bag, put it on the kitchen island, checked it, and said, "Let me see... the celery is quite fresh. The steak is good, fresh meat, and oh my god, broccoli, are you serious? I don’t like this either…and cabbage, I’ve been eating cabbage for almost two months!”

Schiller ignored Clark's whining. He walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and looked around.

Clark is now a freelance reporter, but his previous reports on Batman and the Gotham Music Festival made him a lot of money. Now he rents a two-story duplex apartment, which is quite spacious. More importantly, there is a side that runs through the two floors. The large floor-to-ceiling windows face the south.

Schiller saw that the air conditioner was not turned on, but it was not cold in the room. It was almost winter here in DC, and the large window facing the sun did provide a lot of heat.

Clark made Schiller a cup of hot coffee and said, "Are you cold? Doctor, do you want me to raise the temperature?"

"I see you didn't turn on the air conditioner. Do you use floor heating?"

Clark was stunned and said: "I am using a biological stance. You can understand that I am a large air conditioner."

Schiller rubbed his forehead. He had forgotten that the man in front of him was Superman. But then again, isn't it a bit wrong that Superman has air conditioning in his home?

Clark seemed to hear what Schiller was thinking. He said: "This house is rented by me. The air conditioner is not bought by me, but belongs to the landlord. I usually don't turn it on. Sometimes I even generate the electricity myself. This can Save money on electricity bills.”

"That's pretty cool," Schiller said. "Electricity is pretty expensive in metropolitan areas."

"Who says it's not?" Clark took a sip of coffee and sighed: "I'm ready to find a job in a newspaper again. Now the manuscript fees are dropping again and again. If this continues, I can't afford to rent this kind of house. ”

"I have a part-time job here, do you want to hear about it?"

"I knew you were the best to me." Clark smiled brightly, "If anything good happens, you will be the first to think of me."

"Of course." Schiller said: "Whether it makes money or whether there is any reward is secondary. The key is to find something for Oliver to do."

Hearing Oliver's name, a sad mood crept up Clark's face, and even his smile seemed less sunny. He said, "I think it's the same. Oliver has been in low spirits recently and always likes to drink. I said he doesn't We should go to Moscow, it’s all the Russians’ fault.”

"People with ideals will be very busy, and people without ideals will not have time to think so much when they are busy. But when a person with ideals is suddenly free and finds that the operation of the world has almost nothing to do with him, he will definitely feel very sad, and maybe even Will give up on myself.”

"I also tried to get him to go hiking or fishing, but he didn't like to go very much. I know you also sent him an invitation to the housewarming party, but he doesn't like to leave his house now, so he didn't go."

"It's not okay to continue like this." Schiller shook his head and said, "Judging from the perspective of a professional psychiatrist, he should have some depression tendencies, but considering his previous experiences, this is not surprising."

"Is there any job you can introduce to Oliver? I have found a job for him before, but he is unwilling to do it. I heard that the Soviet Union has also arranged a position for him, but he simply does not want to stay there. He always told me that he would rather shine the shoes of 10,000 peasants than set a jewel in the crown.”

"You know he is just such a person, a firm idealist. Worldly things cannot impress him."

"Do you have any ideas, doctor?"

"I happen to have a job here, related to Mexico."

Clark's expression immediately became serious, and he said: "Did a revolution break out in Mexico in your universe? What is their situation like? Who is under the control of Guadalajara?

Schiller shook his head and said: "No, no, our universe has entered the interstellar age. Now the United States is pushing Mexico towards urbanization. People have gone to work in the city, and a lot of farmland has been abandoned."

Clark showed a heartbroken expression. He said: "Only those who have actually planted can know how good their land is. Every time I go home and look at my farm, I wish I could transport the soil from Mexico. Unfortunately, the land there is The lighting conditions are something we don’t have in Kansas, and soil alone is useless.”

"But right now, there is another oppressed group who plans to open up their new home on the alien planet, but there are too few people to farm the land. They plan to contract the land in Mexico and then transport it to the alien planet after planting."

"That's not bad." Clark said: "They have to pay rent, so that the farmers who are left behind can also have an extra income. If the land is empty, it is empty, so it is better to grow grain for them."

"But are they actually going to an alien planet?" Clark scratched his head and said, "Will they find Krypton? Are there other Kryptonians in that universe?"

"No, the structure of their universe is completely different from this one, remember? It's that other world very far away."

"I know, the people over there are weird. Oh, wait, it's the people over here who are weird. Compared to them, our side is a bit too dark."

"Who says it isn't? The lighting conditions over there are better than here, and Mexico is developing much faster than here. Maybe this can give Oliver a space to display his talents?"

"Really?"

Of course, the mutants are now eager for talents like Oliver, and it is a good time for the times to change. If Oliver can make a name for himself there, wouldn't he be more comfortable in Mexico?

"You're right, doctor." Clark stood up and said, "I don't care about the career, but as long as it can make him happy, I will do my best to help. I'll call him now."

"Don't worry, Oliver..."

But Clark had already rushed to the balcony, and after a while he came back with a frustrated face, his hair flat, he said.

"Oliver scolded me, he asked me if I saw him as a coward who wanted to escape, he said that even if he couldn't achieve anything in Mexico in this universe, he would not regard anything as a substitute for his career."

"So I told you not to worry, I have to introduce you to the oppression that the mutant group has suffered in history..."

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