vncnus Chapter 65 I really need to send you all to school.
Chapter 65 I really need to send you all to school.
Jung Eun choked up.
Even his mentor, Batman, remained silent.
Although he is usually quite quiet, Jung Eun was especially able to sense his complex and indescribable subtle emotions this time.
Jason, the future father's counterpart, listened quietly to his lies. He even thought his own words made perfect sense, and sighed worriedly, "What am I going to do?"
Zheng En looked blank: That damn Gouzi Literature is still chasing me.
The other children were led astray by him, and their minds slid into an indescribable abyss.
Casey looked horrified. "Ah? Ah? That—"
Before these kids could utter any more shocking statements, Zheng En freed one hand and slapped Jason on the forehead. "I really have to send you all to school."
Let pure and innocent knowledge cleanse these young, already dark and murky minds.
The children laughed and giggled, not taking it seriously at all.
Jung Eun watched them get out of the car and run into the narrow alley. Even though he had helped replace the iron gate, the cramped room was still too crowded for seven children.
He treated the children to a hot pot meal, and silently put the idea of finding them a new place to live on his agenda.
In addition to education, there is also the question of how to enable them to live the life that ordinary children should have.
And that's exactly what Bruce wanted to do.
To make Gotham a better place, simply becoming Batman and fighting crime at night is far from enough.
Bruce understood this; he was driven to become Batman by rage, but he wouldn't let that rage consume his reason.
Some things only Batman can do, while others must be done by Bruce Wayne, or rather, by Wayne Enterprises.
After traveling the world and returning to Gotham, Bruce lived a double life.
In the darkness, he is the embodiment of fear, a gigantic bat-like figure, fighting criminals and investigating cases;
By day, he is the young master of the group, a frivolous second-generation heir. If he wants Wayne Group to act according to his wishes, he must take back the power that has been distributed to other shareholders and board members over the years.
He targeted the foundation first, partly because he didn't want his parents' hard work to be tainted, and partly because he hoped to reduce the probability of crime among the underprivileged through the foundation.
At times when he was fighting criminals, he couldn't help but wonder if they would have had better options and wouldn't have hurt others.
Those who fell at his hands were either strong or weak; some were thugs who had a history of evil deeds, while others were desperate and wanted to steal some food to fill their stomachs or some money to buy medicine, either for themselves or for their relatives and friends.
The latter often receive assistance from the foundation shortly afterward, but this temporary assistance is of little use to people who lack education and are unable to do proper work.
These people are usually homeless children who live on the streets, without families, or unable to endure the abuse in foster homes, and they make a living by doing illegal and disorderly things.
Because of the Law on the Protection of Minors, even if they are caught, they will at most be sent to a detention center for a few months. After they are released, they will commit crimes, and then be caught again. They are used to getting something for nothing, have no education or skills, do not know how to work, and do not want to work. They will continue to do this when they grow up. Their lives will be a constant cycle of going to jail and going to jail.
Bruce wanted to change this situation, and coincidentally, Jung Eun felt the same way.
"To help one hundred people get their lives back on track..."
Jung Eun silently read the task requirements on the panel, "What constitutes 'on the right track'? Having a good job? Owning a car and a house? Getting married and having children?"
The concept of "on the right track" can encompass a wide range of ideas. For the middle class who have fallen to the bottom, the right track means a decent job and life, with a house and a car being indispensable. For the homeless who are already at the bottom, it may mean having a stable source of food and a place to sleep peacefully. For a young person who accidentally causes a death, it may mean that there is another homeless child on the street.
"While it's unclear what this 'normal' means for the average person, for a child it simply means being well-fed, clothed, and going to school."
The foundation acted quickly, and Jung Eun received the hiring offer shortly after returning home. After filling out the size form, the custom-made uniforms were delivered to the Red Tile Building the next day.
Due to America's unique cultural habits, no matter how unwilling Sullivan was, he would still smile when Jung Eun appeared, his lips upturned, revealing his upper and lower teeth, completely unlike his previous disdainful demeanor.
According to workplace etiquette, Jung Eun had to return the smile with the same fake smile to create an atmosphere of harmony between the two in front of others.
But Jung Eun didn't play by the rules, and there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face.
Looking at Sullivan's fake smile, he felt as if he were a hypocrite.
The other person had a script like "American Promotion," while he had a script like "The Struggle of a Superhero (To be determined)." Anyway, Bruce would never fire him, and he could give whoever he wanted the cold shoulder.
Sullivan was deliberately trying to trip him up; Bruce had blocked this path in advance, so if anything went wrong, he would be the one held responsible.
The foundation's employees usually have regular tasks to do, but now that Bruce wants to help homeless children with socialization training, this thankless task naturally fell to the newly appointed Jung Eun.
Sullivan and Jung Eun were forcibly tied to each other, their fates intertwined.
Before anyone else could voice their opinions at the meeting, Sullivan had already discerned their intentions. He wanted to deflect the matter, and he had even prepared an excuse: Jean was new to the company, and these kinds of things should be left to someone more experienced.
Everyone knows what kind of troublesome people the street kids in Gotham are: thieves, robbers, rapists, drug dealers, and even those with unclear and complicated business relationships with gangsters.
If you want them to learn to be good and kind, what kind of dream is that?
Teenage boys are reckless, impulsive, concerned with saving face and loyalty, unstable and difficult to control, and in some ways even more dangerous than gangsters.
They have dedicated personnel to provide security when distributing supplies, but children don't receive this treatment.
If a homeless child suddenly goes crazy and pulls out a knife from his pocket to stab someone, who can stop him?
Sullivan knew how troublesome this was, and he started arguing with others at the meeting.
Zheng En watched for a long time. Men and women in suits sat down on both sides of the long conference table, and when they started arguing, they didn't care about the decorum they usually valued most.
"Smack."
He casually picked up a book and slammed it on the table, drawing everyone's attention.
"Leave this to me."
The long-debated issue was resolved, and everyone except Sullivan wore smiles, showering each other with compliments as if they were free.
"As expected of someone who was exceptionally recruited by Young Master Bruce, he is decisive and efficient in his work."
"I knew you were a kind and steadfast gentleman, and those homeless children will be grateful to you."
"Congratulations! If you need any help later, just let us know. We'll do our best to assist you in any way we can..."