Ian had great entrance examination results in college in his previous life.
However, his social experience in both his previous life and this life was not that much. However, even so, Ian felt that he should more or less gain some respect from adults.
"Did someone forget to say thank you?" Seeing that the cashier and the black robber were both confused, Ian spoke again in a slightly reminding tone in an attempt to wake the black robber up.
"What are you talking about? Get out of here!" The robber came to his senses and yelled at Ian angrily. He gestured at Ian a few times with the small-caliber pistol in his hand as if he were singing rap.
"Don't bother me, kid. I have three more places to rob today!" It must be said that this black robber is definitely a rare, hardworking person in his own profession.
He has assigned himself a lot of work.
Ian could understand that.
After all, Metropolis is right next to Gotham, a city of talented people and beautiful scenery. Talents often overflow or are eliminated to Metropolis. Some streets are even filled with ordinary people selling goods, receiving customers, and handling corpses.
"Huh? Mr. Rude Robber? I thought you had good taste in your choice of masks!" Ian stood still in the face of the robber's threat.
The black guy wearing flesh-colored stockings as a mask is about to collapse.
"Damn it! What on earth do you want?" He kept holding the gun in his right hand, with two fingers pressing on his temple, looking as if he was speechless to Ian.
"Thank you! Thank you! Now that's OK!"
Finally.
The black robber failed to win the stalemate with Ian.
"Well, okay, you continue to work, good sir." Ian, who had received the respect he wanted, turned around and left again. He knew that he should try his best to integrate into the background of this world, and he also knew that as an [ordinary NPC], he should not let himself get involved in various events too much.
Saving the world and maintaining peace are the jobs of superheroes. They are blessed by the will of the universe and just need to do their best, but ordinary NPCs like Ian have to consider more things.
In the same operation.
If superheroes do it, they may be very successful, but if ordinary NPCs with little luck do it, they will probably only become heroes that superheroes want to "remember" and commemorate. Because of this, the robber fulfills the responsibility given by his black skin, and Ian feels that he should also respect the daily life of Metropolis.
That's all.
Ordinary NPCs like him will not be pulled out to commemorate and reminisce one day. To be honest, Ian is very aware that ordinary NPCs should do what ordinary NPCs should do.
Eat, sleep, enjoy life, and become stronger secretly.
"Gulp, gulp."
Ian ate a sandwich, drank Coca-Cola, and worked hard to build muscle as he walked out of the store. The robber turned his head away with relief after he saw him completely away from the store.
"Listen, let's continue... Don't think I'm a good person. If that kid was an adult, I would shoot him to death!" The robber began to get into his role again.
He bared his teeth and maintained his ferocity, loudly threatening the cashier again, "Give me all the money! And all the anonymous gift cards!"
"There are some Marlboros over there! And give me a lighter too!" The robber's target was very clear, and he even took out a large black plastic bag from his waist.
You can tell at first glance that he is very experienced.
Be well prepared.
And just at this moment.
"Welcome~"
The welcome bell at the door rang again.
"???????"
The robber's expression was very interesting. He looked at the damn boy walking back again, and the stockings on his head were almost sucked into his throat because of his gasping for breath.
"What else do you want!?"
The collapsed robber was almost howling to the sky.
"No, I'm not looking for you. I just used my talent in financial management a little bit." Ian walked to the cashier counter and looked at the cashier who was packing things for the robbers.
He considered his words for a moment.
"Well... I want to ask, since this store is destined to be looted today, can you refund me the thirty dollars and forty-five cents I just gave you?"
Ian remained polite and spoke in an embarrassed tone under the increasingly confused gaze of the robber. The cashier had never encountered such a situation in his 20 years of life.
"Ah?"
The cashier looked confused.
"Anyway, your store has insurance, so they'll pay you whatever you lost. If you give me my money back, it'll be a win-win situation for all three parties, and everyone will have a great day."
Ian was showing off his immature negotiation skills. He felt that his thinking was flawless and definitely lived up to his super intelligence of 2.4.
Superman has a super brain, and Ian, as Superman's son, even if he is just an adopted son, of course he has one too! His super brain tells him that a small amount of money can be saved here.
Think about it!
He got back his expenses, which also meant that in the illegal trading market, the circulation of US dollars for things like drug contraband would save at least thirty US dollars and forty-five cents!
This is the so-called macroeconomic regulation in economics that Ian has never studied! Besides, such a situation has also contributed to the stability and peace of Metropolis.
Um!
He didn't bring shame to his identity as Superman's son!
"How about it?"
Ian's logic was self-consistent, and he looked at the cashier with anticipation.
"Uh...what win do I have?" The cashier boy felt something was wrong, but inexplicably thought that what the boy said seemed to make sense.
He just didn't understand how he won.
"You can take a few days off for this, and maybe you can give yourself a few more big sums of money and ask for work injury compensation." Ian's answer was simply impeccable.
"Is it possible?"
The cashier slapped his head and suddenly realized what was going on. He looked at the silent robber with a questioning look. It took the black robber a long time to figure out Ian's train of thought.
"Then I am at a loss, right?"
The black robber frowned and said with dissatisfaction. He finally understood that Ian's behavior would reduce his income by thirty dollars and forty-five cents today.
"…"
The cashier looked at Ian again.
"Can you pretend that I didn't come in to buy bread?" Ian suggested with a blink. Putting aside the facts, his words silenced the black robber again.
The cashier swallowed nervously.
Just when he thought the black robbers might be about to explode.
"This kid is right. Come on, give him back his thirty dollars, and then we'll all have a great day!" The black robber threatened the cashier with his gun.
"It's thirty dollars and forty-five cents."
Ian warned quietly.
The robber looked at him, then at the cashier, and nodded to indicate that he would return the amount.
"…"
The cashier guy was so nervous.
"Here."
He counted out thirty dollars and forty-five cents and handed it to Ian.
"You know math, right? You look like a student, with that kind of look that only students have... How should I describe it, courage..." When the robber saw Ian accept the refund, his eyes really rolled for a moment, and then he suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with what was happening now.
It's a bit abrupt indeed.
But Ian just felt that the other party's brain circuit was abnormal.
"You still have this kind of vision? You're wasting your talent by being a robber!"
Ian's response was also an admission.
After Ian nodded in amazement, the black robber immediately spoke expectantly, "Great! Quick! Calculate for me! How much tax do I have to pay for this business trip!"
The real purpose was exposed.
Good job.
They were all robbers, but they were actually tax-abiding citizens of America? This was something Ian had never expected. He was extremely shocked and felt like he had learned something new.
Metropolis taught him something new every day.
"Huh? You don't want me to take away your thirty dollars again, do you?" the robber began to threaten. It was obvious that this guy agreed to Ian's refund request with the idea of "taking advantage" of Ian.
Ian had to say.
Very intelligent and rare.
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