Chapitre 18: A seed of oppurtunity
"Luthor?"
"Call me Lex, you saved my life, Clark."
Lex Luthor was wearing an expensive silver-gray suit. A bit of the frivolity and arrogance of being the heir to LuthorCorp remained between his brows. At this time, he was not the cold and steady billionaire and careerist of the future.
"Even if you reject my gift, I don't want you to be too unreasonable."
Clark said with a gentle smile. "Why are you here, Lex?"
He had some recognition for Lex who gave him a pickup truck as a thank-you gift.
"Why can't I be here? Do you think I would spend all day in nightclubs, buying luxury, buying sports cars, spending money, and partying all day long?"
Lex Luthor asked humorously.
"Don't be funny, Clark, I was just going out for a walk after feeling a little depressed."
"An heir to a billionaire will also go out for a walk in the countryside like ordinary people, and that too to the market to buy some hot dogs and fruits to eat, to let himself feel better?"
David raised his eyebrows and said lightly.
"The vast green golf course in the metropolis is not enough to relieve your boredom."
Walking in the countryside, meeting by chance, and talking happily again, how pleasant it is.
Clark faintly felt that his younger brother didn't like Lex Luthor very much, so he was a little puzzled.
But for Luthor, besides a little affection, he also felt a little guilty.
The last time he went to Luthor Manor to return the pickup, he chatted with Lex Luthor for a bit of time.
Talking about Lex Luthor's bald head, he said that it was because more than ten years ago, one day his father took him here to Smallville to inspect the fertilizer factory, and they had encountered the meteorite shower, and after being affected by the radiation from the meteorite shower, he lost all his hair.
"Although because of this, I was looked down upon by my father, teased by my classmates, and thought to be a freak, it didn't matter to me. It also taught me a lot. For example, being alone is more helpful for thinking. Cattle and sheep are in groups, and beasts often walk alone."
Clark still remembered Luthor's words, although he said it in an arrogant and contemptuous manner, his expression was obviously not good at the time.
"This is?"
"My brother, David." Clark introduced.
"Your brother? Hello, David."
Luther looked at David secretly, greeted him, and sighed with gloom on his face.
"The golf club at Metropolis is nice, but I don't want to go back there just yet. Until I'm out of the laughing stock."
"What's the matter, Lex?"
"My father thinks that the offspring of lions should be brave."
He said with a self-deprecating tone.
"Maybe it's because I haven't made the results that he can see at my age, so I was exiled to this small town to manage the fertilizer factory in the town."
Luthor Corp's assets are all over the United States, especially Metropolis, The LuthorCorp can be seen in almost every aspect of clothing, housing, and transportation.
Cultivating the heirs of the group should not be this method of training, transferring away from the core of the group with huge affairs, and letting him manage a small chemical fertilizer factory in a remote town.
Many people in the upper class of the metropolis have heard how rich the Luthor family was from childhood to adulthood.
His father spent enough money to buy a few newspapers to keep his scandal from being published in the newspapers and jailed for those deeds. Now he was disappointed to realize that Lex hadn't lived up to his expectations, that shrewd and cold-blooded old bat, Leonel Luthor finally gave up on him.
"As long as you manage the fertilizer plant well, your father may let you go back sooner or later."
Luthor mentioned the exile from his father who neglected him since he was a child. Clark's expression moved slightly, and he expressed comfort.
"Maybe, but I think it's better to open up a new business than
to run the fertilizer factory with obvious lost potential."
Luthor adjusted his mood and smiled.
"Today's car glass originated from a failed chemical experiment, and Coca-Cola, which spread around the world, was traced to be made by a physician who wanted to make a syrup to relieve headaches..."
" Clark, David, do you know how many huge business opportunities have started with small inconspicuous things, like a seed buried in the soil, only to be discovered and watered and nurtured by someone with a heart, and then it grows into a towering tree that countless people look up to?"
He talked to the two with eloquence, as if he was telling his ambitions and dreams with his target.
"So, you came to the suburbs to find seeds?"
Clark joked.
"Have you found that seed? Luther." David also thought of something and said slowly.
"Not yet, but no matter what you are looking for, what you need most is patience, isn't it?" When their eyes met, Luther chuckled gracefully.
He had to say, aside from those little-known scandals, Luthor received a good family education since he was a child. They had a great conversation.
"Oh? Really?" David's eyes flashed indifference. He felt that Luthor thought he had found the seed and was now in the process of digging it. That seed was the one who was hit head-on by an out-of-control sports car traveling at more than 200 km per hour, smashed the concrete railing of the bridge, and rushed down the river without any damage to save him——Clark!
Today may be the beginning of the digging of the seed.
"Clark, David, you have to go back and get some more fruit." Jonathan and Martha, who had just negotiated a deal, came back with joy on their faces.
"A customer, who is going to have a party has taken a fancy to our fresh fruit, and the fruit we brought is not enough."
David got up, and Clark introduced Luther to his parents.
"Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent, nice to meet you."
Lex Luthor stretched out his hand warmly.
Jonathan paused, shook his hand politely, then turned around and said to his two sons.
"Hurry up, don't keep customers waiting."
It seemed that he didn't want to talk to Lex Luthor at all.
Luther still maintained a smile showing white teeth on his face, but it seemed to be a little stiff.
"Okay, Father."
David smiled, agreed with Clark, and left.
"Father doesn't seem to like Lex Luthor."
On the way out of the market, Clark wondered.
"Father's dislike for the Luther family has been around for a long time. Before LuthorCorp used various means to acquire a large amount of land and establish the fertilizer factory, the area close to the fertilizer factory and the river flowing through the town were still there. It hadn't turned green yet, grass still grew by the river, and the soil wasn't gray and black and smelly."
David sneered.
"Now..."
An indelible scar has appeared on the town's map.
"But that's not Lex's fault." Clark felt that Lex, who couldn't even have been in elementary school at the time, couldn't be involved.
"Hi, Clark, David."
The two were chatting and were about to drive away from the market when they suddenly bumped into Chloe and Pete who were also coming for an outing. They waved happily and walked up.
"Who doesn't like to go out for a walk in spring, when the sun is shining and the air is so fresh?"
Chloe took a deep breath, feeling very happy.
Several people chatted for a while, and Pete seemed to suddenly think of something.
"By the way, did you see Greg?"
"No, what's the matter."
"You may not believe it. Yesterday, Greg knocked Whitney unconscious at the school gate and sent him to the hospital.
The police came to investigate and found that Greg's mother had been missing for a while. She was killed at home, her body was wrapped in something like a spider web, and Greg disappeared..."
He looked around, lowered his voice, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.
"You mean... Greg killed his mother?"
Clark frowned, unable to believe it.
Would someone kill their own mother?
"Generally speaking, it's impossible. The police are also skeptical." Chloe spread her hands, "Maybe his persona changed drastically because of some mental illness, so it's no longer impossible."
"Anyway, if you run into Greg, you must be careful."
Pete reminded seriously.
A guy who might have killed his own mother can do anything.
"I will be careful with Clark."
David nodded thoughtfully.
Is it possible that kryptonite can cause genetic mutations and also change people's temperament?
"By the way, where is your stall? We happen to be free, so we're going to help." Chloe squinted and smiled. She and Pete used to go to the Kent farm to play, and they knew the Kent family very well.
"Thank you, Chloe, Pete."
After pointing them to the booth, David and Clark started the pickup and drove on the road.
On the deserted suburban road, Clark drove worriedly, without looking ahead.
"Can you take a look at the road, Clark?" David frowned, "If the car overturns, we won't be hurt, but our parents will have to pay for damages."
"If... I mean, if Greg really is crazy ..."
Clark turned his head worried.
"Will Lana be in danger?"
"Look out!" David glanced ahead and suddenly reached out to grab the steering wheel.
Ahead on the roadside in front of them, a cold and gloomy figure, from the top of the big tree by the roadside, at an abnormal speed, like a praying mantis pouncing on its prey, spanned several meters in an instant, and rushed towards the truck with great momentum!
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