SUP Chapter 54: Bruce, You're the Capitalist!

It had to be said, Ian was really good at self-regulation.

He felt he had gained a deep understanding of Darwin's theory of survival. However, compared to the boy who had calmly accepted fate, the other three people present were far from having such good empathy.

"You this..."

Hearing Ian's words correcting the TV host's statement, Bruce almost lost his composure. He looked at Ian with a strange expression, not knowing why he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of vigilance.

"Smack!"

The sound of Clark slapping his forehead was loud and dull. The striking sound of his steel forehead was particularly distinctive. Meanwhile, Lois silently returned to the kitchen, forcibly suppressing the complaints that she, as an articulate reporter, wanted to make.

Don't doubt it, this was really difficult.

So Lois chose to pour herself one glass, two glasses, then three or four glasses of red wine in succession, downing them all. In her tipsy state, she actually felt that the title "Flesh-Stocking Superman" wasn't too bad.

She was definitely drunk.

"Ian and his relatives appeared on TV together. I don't think this is a big deal, right?" Clark remained vigilant toward Bruce. After calming his emotions, he picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Uh, it hasn't gotten to my close-up shot yet." Ian felt somewhat unsatisfied. Seeing his image on the news, he somewhat understood why Homelander liked the spotlight so much.

Clark ignored him.

He just stared at Bruce sitting across from him.

"After seeing this news, I did a little investigation. Now I'm just here to satisfy my curiosity, don't overthink it." Bruce's expression looked very sincere.

Clark shook his head.

"Bruce, after knowing you for so many years, I've come to understand one thing: when it comes to problems involving you, I can never think too much."

Clark's gaze was very profound.

Bruce lowered his head and chuckled softly, his fingers gently rubbing his lower lip, not denying it. "Perhaps it's because your super brain isn't truly fulfilling its intended function?"

He even threw in a teasing comment.

"Heh."

Clark first frowned upon hearing this, then for some reason suddenly smiled.

"I may not be as smart as you, Bruce, but... sometimes I do have moments of inspiration." With that, the old father walked toward the stairs under Bruce's confused gaze.

"Your father has quite a prejudice against me." Bruce saw Clark disappear into the second-floor corridor. He turned to look at Ian, putting on a very helpless appearance.

"Mr. Wayne, please forgive my old father. He's getting quite old and doesn't understand social etiquette well. He's not like me. I'm someone who understands social skills very well."

Ian began providing emotional value.

He also praised himself in the process.

"Oh?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows at Ian with interest.

He squinted his eyes as if evaluating something.

"Ian, after receiving your first royalty payment, do you have any plans?" The Batman disguised as a human suddenly asked without warning. This was definitely an undisguised probe.

Ian stroked his chin, thinking seriously. He didn't think he needed to hide anything.

"I plan to open a tech company, integrate the current food delivery market, ruthlessly take huge commission cuts from merchants and delivery workers, then take all the money earned to engage in legal loan sharking."

Ian couldn't bear to take even the slightest detour.

He wanted to replicate others' successful paths. Honestly, Ian wasn't worried that the big tycoon in front of him would steal his ideas, because Master Wayne was still a person with decency and limits in his human form.

"..."

Sure enough.

Bruce was stunned after hearing this. He looked back and forth several times between Ian's face and Lois, who was leaning against the wall nearby looking helpless.

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Only the sound of Lois gulping down wine could be heard.

After a moment, Bruce slowly spoke.

"Very mature thinking. You should become a qualified capitalist." Actually, Bruce felt Ian should be categorized as the type that needed to be hanged from street lamps.

His emotional intelligence was still quite high.

"Yes, I'll definitely be great. But the American people also deserve to have me." Ian wasn't someone who liked to be modest. Most of the time, he preferred to be realistic.

"..."

Bruce fell into another long silence.

"If you need investment, you can contact me." After pondering for a moment, he still took out his personal business card from his clothes and politely handed it to Ian with both hands.

This was obviously treatment that ordinary authors could never receive.

Mainly because Bruce felt he should increase his attention on Ian.

"I actually have another creative idea..." Ian took the business card and was about to talk about his "The Boys" when Clark came down from upstairs.

The commotion of coming downstairs interrupted his words.

Because Bruce's attention was immediately drawn to Clark.

"Since you so appreciate Ian's talent." Clark was holding several sheets of paper in his hand. Ian felt they looked familiar and wanted to snatch them, but Clark nimbly dodged.

"Then please publish this work as well, otherwise, I'll assume your investment in him has ulterior motives." Clark slapped those papers in front of Bruce.

"Of course, no problem."

Bruce nodded and agreed without thinking. It was just publishing some books. Even adding various IP derivative developments around them would be a drop in the bucket for the massive Wayne Enterprises.

"Ian's works, I'll develop them in both film and comics..." Bruce maintained a perfect smile. He elegantly picked up the manuscript, originally preparing to display his "money power."

However, with just one glance.

This Batman with unlimited money power's voice immediately came to an abrupt halt.

The reason was simple.

"Batman's Tragic and Beautiful Torturous Romance"

The title of Ian's manuscript, which only had a beginning, directly caught Bruce's eye.

His expression and thoughts almost completely froze in that instant. Just seeing such an explosive book title, the super big boss of Wayne Enterprises was already sounding alarm bells in his heart.

Facts proved that Bruce's intuition was accurate. After just reading a few lines of content on the first page, Bruce didn't dare to continue reading. He was really afraid he couldn't control himself from hitting a child.

[Batman stood on the balcony of his luxurious villa that was a full nine hundred stories tall, admiring the scenery outside while caressing his twenty-four pack of bat abs.]

[Not only that, his teeth could emit seven-colored light at night, bling bling, super cool and dazzling. Even the aged fine wine he drank couldn't hide the brilliance of his teeth.]

[Three billion! Find her!]

[Batman swayed his wine glass, savoring it carefully. He seemed to return to last night, in front of the twenty-kilometer red carpet, where he first met that special woman.]

[To this day, he still remembered that woman's "keke keke" strange laughter.]

...

Even with Bruce's cultivation and composure, he couldn't help but have trembling hands.

His whole body was extremely stiff.

Seeing this big boss's expression, Ian also felt somewhat guilty. His plot hadn't yet reached the point where that special woman was actually the Joker role-playing to defeat Batman.

Therefore, the beginning, which was somewhat lacking in explosive points, was really hard to attract readers with real taste. Look, the big boss Wayne's expression clearly showed he wasn't too satisfied with the bland and ordinary plot.

It's worth noting that in this timeline, whether Superman or Batman, they were both at a stage where they had children. They had truly entered the ranks of middle-aged men.

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