Chapter 215 Chapter 215 [VIP]

Facing Jason's gentle and bright eyes, Megan nodded seriously, "Well, during the winter vacation, my dad and I did something." As she spoke, she couldn't help but shake her head, and the corners of her eyes curved up, as if she was so happy at the thought of that thing that she couldn't express it in words, but she didn't continue talking, which meant that she wanted to keep it secret for the time being.

Understanding what she meant, Jason naturally didn't ask any further questions. He quickly prepared the meal, making cream of mushroom soup, fried steak, grilled sausage, crab cakes, peach pie and caramel pudding.

After dinner, they threw the dishes into the dishwasher, and Jason went to take out the trash and came back. Then they played online games together. When they relaxed their eyes, they went to the training room to do their own physical training.

After Jason finished his training, he saw Megan still practicing her boxing slowly, with no strength or momentum in her movements. Even though she had been taught some force techniques, Megan did not have the heart of a warrior, nor the talent for martial arts. She could not be decisive and her reactions were always slow. She would not act with the intention of hurting others. This was something she refused to do, so her boxing could only serve to strengthen her body.

She wasn't impatient at all, maintaining her own rhythm. Each move was filled with a unique vitality. After completing a set of punches, she didn't stop immediately. Instead, she stood there and jumped up and down, punching and kicking with a "hehe ha ha" sound. Jason applauded her from the side, saying enthusiastically, "Great job! Our Xiaomei is a very serious and hardworking little bear."

Whenever Megan focused on one thing, she would concentrate on it and would never be distracted by other things. It was at this time that she raised her eyes to look at him. When their eyes met, she subconsciously smiled a little, and the expression between her delicate eyebrows was so proud.

After she finished her activities, she sat down with Jason on the plush carpeted floor. She rested her hands on her sides, and then suddenly, Jason poked the back of her hand with a scissors gesture. When she saw this, she was immediately filled with fighting spirit.

The rock-paper-scissors battle is about to begin!

The two children played together and were fully engaged in any game. Their "battle" was fierce, with punches thrown quickly. They both won and lost, and by the last round, Jason lost.

After playing around for a while, Megan lay on her back on the carpet, her curly black hair spread out like seaweed. She stared at the ceiling with her emerald eyes. Because the room was designed with hidden lighting, the light was not glaring when she looked up. She breathed softly and suddenly said, "What a childish game."

But Jason always played with her or took the initiative to play childish games with her. When she turned her head to look at Jason squatting next to her, her eyes met his warm gaze. This boy, who was always considerate and caring, reached out and poked her cheek with a light force, as if he was afraid that a little force would hurt her.

He had a bright smile on his face, full of love, "What does it matter? Xiaomei is just a childish kid, and she can still be a kid for a long time."

Xiaomei is just a child, because her consciousness has only been fully awake for a short time. According to her mental age, she is still a child who needs careful care. At this stage, she is still absorbing and learning many things and needs more care and love. She does not need to grow up in a hurry and can be as childish as she wants.

Jason had read information about Megan and knew roughly when she regained consciousness and became independent. She had been running on the path of "growth" with almost all her strength. In such a short period of time, she had to study hard to keep up with other children of the same age. In the end, they were promoted to middle school together, and her grades were not bad.

——She has done well enough.

Megan is doing well enough, growing up alongside her peers. But what about the younger Megan? Does she want to play games? Will she feel lost after going around in circles? Does she need childish friends?

Jason looked at Megan seriously, with a warm flame in his blue eyes. He said, "Growing up is a very slow process, and childish games are also very fun!" He was not sure whether Megan missed out on a childhood, but he wanted to make up for this experience for her.

He believes that Megan can grow up or be a child as she pleases, and he will probably stop these tricks when she says she doesn't like playing childish games anymore. But until now, Megan still likes childish games, so of course she has to play more of them now.

"You're right, I want to grow up slowly." She doesn't want to be a child forever, but she is not in a hurry to grow up either.

Megan felt as if she could see a glimpse of the future. There were many things ahead of her. They all extended from behind her and beside her, pointing the way forward for her. As long as she moved forward, she would reap the rewards, and they would never be separated.

She met Jason's gaze and pointed her finger at her heart, "There is so much love here." Her eyes were illuminated by the light, pure and flawless, yet emanating a lot of sweetness and tenderness.

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After Megan had enough fun, she returned to the two-story building and changed her shoes at the entrance. After completing this task, she ran into the house. She saw the clown looking at something in the house, so she went over and hugged him and shouted, "Dad!"

The clown lowered his head, glanced at her upturned face, and said exaggeratedly with the corners of his mouth: "Are you back after playing enough? Alas, it's so unfortunate. Someone went out and then remembered that there was an important matter that had not been finalized, so I came to ask you." But he just complained with disgust, and seeing Megan holding him tightly, he patted her shoulder.

"I'm already here, are you still worried that I'll leave?"

He led Megan to sit on the sofa, and the child leaned against him and asked curiously, "What's the matter?" The clown pretended to be thoughtful, and after a long while, he spoke in a strange tone, "Honey, you haven't named your company yet!"

How could this not be important? It was incredibly important! Because it was just the child's wish. If she hadn't wanted it, the Joker would never have done such a thing. It was as if he could still be saved, could still be changed, could once again be the docile leader of the herd. It was ridiculous and ironic, so he didn't bother to name it and simply gave it to Megan.

Here is a little lamb. Although her nickname is Little Bear, she is still weak and needs more additional items to increase her value so that she will not be easily sacrificed in certain times and things.

"Why don't you give it a name?" Megan had no idea he had thought so much. After asking, she said, "I didn't contribute much. It was all Dad who did all the work."

She felt that although it was her wish, she did too little to do anything and just made decisions casually. Buying land, buying machines, and many other things in the future would have to be done by her adults. Others would not talk business with a child, and she herself did not understand it, so she let her father name the company, and when he came back from the state government, she would know what the company was called.

The clown feigned surprise and smiled, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious. "Do you think starting a company is what I want? It's yours. You'll manage and develop it in the future. I don't want to be your manager for the rest of my life."

How funny would that sound if it were told? The Joker, completely ensnared in this family trap he'd created in the first place? Even doing good things for her while she ran the company? A few years would be fine; there was no way he could force her to grow. But once she was old enough to run the company herself, he'd be hands-off, never again engaging in such foolishness.

——Who wouldn’t laugh when a clown does what normal people do and does good things?

He couldn't help but reveal an extremely sarcastic smile when he thought of this, and the furry head leaning on his shoulder moved, and Megan fell directly down, resting her head on his thigh, reaching out to pinch the acid flower on his chest. When she was about to succeed, the clown raised his hand and brushed away her restless claws.

"Don't move." The clown threatened in a low voice. He didn't have any toys on him that she could play with.

But Megan turned to the inside pocket of his suit and took out a pack of unopened playing cards, a folding knife, a box of thumbtacks, and a handful of small flags. Before she could continue, the Joker pulled out a cold knife from his other pocket. His face darkened as he suddenly stabbed her in the abdomen.

The bear stick read: "Ah, I'm dead."

What's so fun about this little game? The clown was very confused, but this child always likes to provoke him, and then he has to "fight back", otherwise she will never stop. But if she is sane, then they are not father and daughter, right?

The Joker took back the retractable knife and threw the toy to Megan in exchange. She returned what she had taken out to the Joker and sat up. Only then was she willing to calm down and start reviewing his questions.

She asked, "Really? But we will be together forever." Then it would be normal for her to rely on him and ask for his help.

The clown said "Wow" in an exaggerated manner, "Stop saying those nice things, Megan, you know what I mean." I just asked her to think of a name, what's so difficult about that?

Megan thought about it and saw the little bear doll she had left on the sofa. It symbolized many things -

Megan is her mother's little bear. When she was reborn, someone gave her a bear doll and someone called her Little Bear. The people who raised her gave her pocket money, and she bought many little bears she liked. So she pointed at this one and said, "Can I call her White Bear?"

"Made by White Bear."

GOTHAM WHITE BEAR MANUFACTURING LIMITED.

Before Megan started school, the company registration was completed, and the general framework of the factory was also completed. Recruiting employees had to be put on the agenda. After Arthur came back from the construction site, he changed his leather shoes that were stained with mud and dust at the door. Although their lives had improved, he was still frugal, and was generous only to Megan.

She had plenty of pocket money, a lot of toys and dolls, and her clothes were of better quality, allowing her to live a carefree life in this terrible place called Gotham.

As for himself, he simply bought decent clothes and shoes, sometimes dressing in work clothes, which saved him a lot of trouble. He only occasionally took care of his hair, using a little hair wax to keep it in place, but the price was still low.

Arthur walked into the house briskly and saw Megan tidying up the toy rack again. She put the old toys and dolls on the floor, and only the ones she liked very much were still on the rack, but their positions also needed to be adjusted. He stood by and watched, and when she tiptoed to get something high up, he went to take it down for her.

Megan knew he was back when she heard the door open. She pointed to a higher place and said, "Take that one down too."

The two of them were busy together while waiting for Bob to come and cook dinner, so the thing that the clown wanted to talk to Megan about when he came back had to wait until the night time for a heart-to-heart talk.

It was already January after the new year. Megan brought a bench and sat in front of the window in the living room. She saw a light rain outside. The misty raindrops were illuminated by the light from inside the house. They passed one after another, and slowly accumulated into reflective puddles on the road that Megan could see. Everything seemed quiet in this winter night.

The Joker came and stood behind her, his figure reflected in the glass. When Megan looked up at the shadow, their eyes met. The smile on his lips was not so exaggerated, but still dangerous. He said slowly: "There is something else that I need you to decide. Megan, what kind of employees do you want to recruit?"

In the early stages of her business and the factory being established, the Joker believed that Megan could decide what kind of employees she needed, and he also believed that she would not make a foolish choice.

This child always likes to avoid problems by pretending to be stupid, but in this case, she can no longer do so.

If she doesn't care about her own wishes, then who will bother to help her fulfill them?

Megan said: "We need capable people, people who can manage the machines, and people who can operate and repair the machines. People from the East End can be given priority, but bad guys are not welcome."

Because the factory is still under construction, large machines must be brought in in advance. After that, installation, wiring, and some special settings must be completed at this stage. Management personnel are needed to direct, and mechanics must follow up and connect with the personnel sent by the machine manufacturers to avoid missing problems and lay a solid foundation for subsequent repair and maintenance work.

She was still thinking and added, "I want to help people who are suffering, but I need to get the company established and profitable first before I can do that. Once the factory is built, I'll recruit people from the East District, but I'll have to screen them to make sure they're not bad people."

The clown bent down and touched Megan's head, smiling happily, "I'm so glad that you are not a real..." He wanted to say something unpleasant, but swallowed it back.

Looking at Megan's suspicious and unhappy expression on the glass window, the clown said: "Ah, you always make me feel sentimental."

If he doesn't compromise, Megan will start to make a fuss again. She will express her love honestly, but she will also be angry and unhappy. Whenever this happens, it's as if she has suffered a great injustice. Even if she has to pretend to be pitiful, she must make him give in first. These are the love she demands. She wants these tangible traces, and at the same time she also opens up everything -

Megan is still not afraid of being hurt, because she is sure that only the Joker can hurt her, but she is completely defenseless.

She looked up at the clown's pale face and suddenly smiled happily. She didn't care about what he didn't say, and said confidently, "That's great, Dad. So this is the future I've been looking forward to."

"There is a lot of love, there is my father, there are friends, there are things I want to do and what I am doing, and there are also things I feel that I will definitely reap in the future."

There was no injury and no sadness. This was a safe and smooth road. Megan didn't need to be vigilant or timid anymore. The road she traveled through was full of flowers, and a lot of courage poured into her chest, allowing her to stride forward with her head held high.

It was only then that she truly realized that she had power—

It's not like her teacher Richard Long, her friends Killer Croc, Bane, and Solomon, who possess strength that comes from a strong body, but what Richard had told her long ago: she can make a choice and then use the most determined things in her heart to forge an outer edgeless armor.

Her father helped her set up the company. She can make many choices, and her father respects her choices, so whatever she wants can be achieved. Does this count as her power?

Megan had a lot of questions, but it was difficult to organize her thoughts and express them. Her back slowly bent, her elbows supporting her knees and her hands cupping her cheeks. Needless to say, this sitting posture was not healthy. The clown approached and squatted beside her, patting her back. When she raised her head, he asked inquiringly, "What's wrong?" His gaze wandered over Megan's face, not understanding why her mood changed so quickly.

"I can't quite understand, Dad, how can external things become one's own strength, and how can they be stable?" Megan tilted her head, with a look of confusion between her childish eyes.

"I know that power, wealth, and status are all related to strength, but they are not absolute."

The Joker stared at Megan, seeing her bewilderment and helplessness. This child understood many things, but her lack of experience meant she was destined to be unable to understand more deeply. He said slowly, "And I want to teach you one thing: there is no such thing as 'absolute' in this world, and there is no such thing as absolute power."

"You can only control what you have. You can use the cards in your hand to exchange for the cards in others' hands. If you try to directly snatch the cards from others, then the order is broken... I know you won't do that. Then, when you are in the social order, the measures you can take are extremely limited, and you still have to be careful that others will use any means to snatch your cards."

"Throughout the game, you can't just hold on to the cards; you have to play and draw cards according to the rules. No card can stay in your hand forever, but you can use the cards to control the situation in the hope of getting a better outcome."

The Joker pulled Megan's hand over and wrapped it around his broad palm. Although he was wearing leather gloves, Megan didn't feel the coldness. She looked down at her hand and heard the Joker say, "You want to start a company? Then it's yours. I can guarantee that it's completely yours. It's the card in your hand, child."

"And all you have to do is—"

“Winning is your strength.”

The author has something to say:

I caught the flu twice in just one month, and now I'm still in a bad cold state. I'm so depressed orz

Everyone should take care of their health! If you have a cold or are sick, you must seek medical attention immediately. If you are not sick, take precautions in advance (hands on hips)

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