Chapter 37: Smallville is a Treasure trove
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"Batman Works Alone, Except For Robin, Alfred, Gordon, Batgirl And Whoever Morgan Freeman Played."
-Batman, (DC League of Superpets)
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<(Omniscient pov)>
"Do you really need to return back today? Can't you stay one more day? Maybe we could play baseball and stuff although I am not really that good at it. My balls always miss the mark." Clark laughed a little awkwardly as he remembered how every time he threw or hit a ball, it would always fly away to space. He hadn't mastered perfect control over his strength yet, so he had to avoid playing sports with people.
"That's what she said." Bruce could not help himself but mutter under his breath when he heard the last line Clark said.
"Huh? What?" Clark having clearly heard him due to his super hearing asked with a confused expression on his face, not at all getting the joke.
"Nothing. Anyway, as I was saying we need to leave today. I am really glad for the hospitality all of you guys showed us but it's time for us to leave, though we will definitely meet again. And you can always call us or send letters, whatever you prefer." Bruce smiled at him.
The entire Kent family had come to drop Bruce, Selina, and Vicki at the school and say farewell after they all had breakfast together. Truthfully the Kents might be too humble for Bruce's taste but he still liked them nonetheless. They felt like... well family.
"Yeah, we will miss you guys, especially you two girls. You were a big help in the kitchen. I wish I had daughters as cute as you two." Martha Kent praised as she ruffled the hair of both the girls.
"Okay, I think we should go before the situation becomes even more emotional. By the way, Mr. Kent, I hope you think about my offer. I believe it will not only be good for both of us but also for your family and even your dreams of becoming a senator one day." Bruce nodded at the senior Kent at which the senior farmer nodded back with a look on his face that said he was in deep thought and seriously considering Bruce's offer.
"You sure you have the power and permission to make that deal on your own kid? I mean as much as I know most youngsters your age no matter how rich they are don't really have the power to offer multi-million-dollar deals like that on their own without any permission from an adult." Jonathan expressed his doubt.
"I am not like most kids, Mr. Kent. I am Bruce Wayne. I am the opposite of what 'most' kids are." Bruce shrugged helplessly.
He had offered the deal of a lifetime to the Kent family. According to the deal, he would be leasing the Kent farm and the surrounding land from them for five to ten years Then he would be cultivating his own plants and raising animals of his own choice there using all sorts of cutting-edge technology to maximize output. The Kent family would not only be getting a hefty sum of money at the start of the lease but also a share of the revenue every year. They would even have the option of staying on the property and overseeing the entire operation as his ranch manager.
This would permanently solve the Kents' monetary problems and increase Bruce's own reach into a new industry, the ever-profitable industry of agriculture. He was sure that he could be one of the biggest agro producers in the country in a decade with his technology and Kent Farms would be the best place to start.
Plus Bruce had also hinted at financing and supporting Jonathan Kent's political campaign if he were to ever run for the Senator position. That was the promise that had attracted the attention of the Kent family the most.
Bruce was ready to do all this because he was really happy that his trip here had paid off. He had not only acquired everything he wanted but also even obtained some of the Kryptonian technology designs that Clark's baby pod spaceship had in it by sending some of his spider drones to the Kents' backyard shed where it was kept under a blanket. So, Bruce was truly happy.
This made my trip to Smallville really worth it as I now had not just the DNA of Kryptonians to study but also some of their technologies, their weaknesses, and any research done on them by the Luthors.
I had struck the treasure trove by coming to Smallville and I could not help but try to make the best and most efficient use of my reward in my mind.
"Oh. Now I feel bad for the father-son duo." Deathstroke expressed.
"Don't, they are sharks and not the Mark Cuban kind. Feeling pity for them will just make you their next prey." I advised.
"Hey, are you guys coming in? We have been sitting in the car like forever." Vicki cried out from inside the car annoyed at the conversation I and Slade were having away from their ears.
"Yeah sure, let's go. We will continue this discussion later Slade." I said as I took a last look at the calm environment of the little town and finally went inside the car to take my seat in the front beside Slade who was in the driver's seat.
"By the way is there something in the trunk of the car Bruce? I feel like I have been hearing something quite heavy rolling there every time Slade pushes his legs down on the brake." Selina complained after about half an hour of driving.
"..." Slade was completely silent as he gave me a side-eye and continued driving like it was none of his business.
"It must be your imagination. I think Slade probably placed one of his bags in the trunk and forgot to tie it. He has been getting old you know. So it's common for him to make such mistakes, go easy on him." I gave the first excuse which came into my mind.
Yeah, I probably should have seen this coming and tied down the dead body but again I was a complete novice at transporting corpses at the back of my car. Well, there's a first time for everything I guess.
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(A/N: Some of the readers asked me why Bruce bought subsidiaries of his own company at high prices instead of some other emerging startup in the category. Well, that's because he can't. He is bound by the law as a majority shareholder of Wayne Enterprises that he can't invest in another company of any category Wayne Enterprises is involved in and the conglomerate is involved in almost everything. He could have if he was a minority shareholder but he wasn't. So, he had no choice but to buy off some of his own companies to get them completely under his control.
Also, he could begin setting up his own business from scratch but that would have no point since he needs connections and resources more than profit. If he could profit a billion dollars or get a kilogram of promethium for research at the loss of the same amount, he would always go for the second choice since his primary aim is not to make money but to have access to connections and resources to purchase stuff like that, whether legal or illegal as well as resist pressure from governments or other companies if it ever came.)
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