Chapter 63: Harmony in Diversity

The Wayne Group, known for being foolish with plenty of money, is scattering cash again.

Perhaps using such adjectives to describe the Wayne Group seems slightly strange; having cultivated deeply in Gotham City for many years, involving transportation, water conservancy, agriculture, trade, real estate, new energy, genetic engineering, arms, and aviation, and monopolizing certain industries, the Wayne Group, which has roared and dominated to this day, may have plenty of money, but they are absolutely not foolish.

Back then, there were exactly three peer families that built Gotham City together with the Wayne family: the Elliott family, the Kane family, and the Cobblepot family; these families each had their own situations, either the heirs degenerated into criminals, or the families simply declined, but in short, the one that still stands is the Waynes.

The only problem lies with the successor of the Wayne Group, the young playboy, Bruce Wayne.

He has no special skills and is not very focused on managing the Wayne Group; people's impressions of him mostly boil down to young and impetuous, playboy, super bachelor, foolish with plenty of money, good-hearted, a tiger father with a dog son, and the like.

Oh, and finally, there is the label of Gotham orphan.

Speaking of which, Ma Ma Zhaodi almost lost his composure yesterday, because after Batman finished the porridge, the mission progress increased on the spot, which showed that he is also an orphan.

Hmm, there are really many orphans in Gotham City.

Anyway, the image of little Bruce—that is, Bruce Wayne—in people's eyes is basically this; this impression is deeply rooted and almost impossible to change; in other words, whenever the Wayne Group makes some strange, abstract decisions, they will most likely be attributed to Bruce.

Whenever this happens, people will discuss it with remarks like, "Haha, that fool from the Wayne family is making decisions again."

Just like a few days ago, no one knew why Lu Lu Xiusi suddenly decided to dispatch the Wayne Logistics convoy to help a porridge-cooking Santa Claus cosplay transport hot porridge to the East Side, and even to every corner of Gotham; why he specifically dispatched Wayne Security personnel and equipment to protect a small porridge stall; and why he dispatched the Wayne Construction engineering team to carry out long and tedious repair work.

For the Wayne Group, this donation is different from the charitable donations of other companies; it cannot be used for tax avoidance, it is simply an expense.

But everyone is used to it; when the group makes decisions unfavorable to profitability, or even very costly, everyone basically unifies this view as Bruce Wayne's impulsive decision; and if this decision is for charity, everyone basically unifies this view as Bruce Wayne's impulsive decision out of sudden kindness.

In short, it definitely does not include long-term considerations.

Good morning, Gotham.

Today, Gotham City is still overcast; although it is not snowing, the air in the early morning still carries heavy chill, and the snow on the road shows no sign of melting.

Ma Ma Zhaodi stirred the porridge in the pot, listening to the morning news broadcast on the radio, and his hand's movement unconsciously paused for a moment.

"Yesterday, regarding the winter survival charity donation for Gotham City orphans, Mr. Harvey Dent donated a full two million dollars; this matter has sparked quite a heated discussion."

He donated all that money, Ma Ma Zhaodi thought, not keeping a single cent—even he added some of his own savings into it.

Harvey Dent, the District Attorney of Gotham City, one of the remaining Conscience Iron Triangles of Gotham, the White Knight who hates evil like an enemy.

Judging by his actions, the name of Justice, he is worthy of it.

This is not only because he donated this money, but also because donating such a sum of money might bring him considerable trouble; perhaps he can settle it himself, perhaps Gordon can help him settle it, perhaps Batman can help him settle it, but the greater possibility is

"Where did your money come from!? Who gave you such a huge sum of money!?"

Harvey Dent looked at his angry friend in front of him and couldn't help but recall when they first met.

At that time, his temples were not yet white, he did not yet have this big beard, the wrinkles on his face were far fewer, and he was not yet wearing those glasses; he looked like a young, vigorous fellow.

Now he is somewhat old; many things on him have flowed away with time, such as physical strength, such as eyesight, such as a head full of golden hair.

But there are still some things on him that have not changed; that furrowed brow remains unchanged, the habit of working late at the Gotham Police Department every night remains unchanged, the momentum of leading the police force in the charge remains unchanged.

Even the way he roars at injustice and unfairness is just like back then, full of anger, full of courage, regardless of the other party's identity or how much power they hold.

Every time he sees his comrades, Harvey will more firmly believe in his own path from the bottom of his heart; the approach of persisting in justice and law will never be wrong.

"Gordon, I know you are very angry, but you know who I am and you know my style of doing things—so calm down first and listen to me; Harvey Dent would never betray justice."

After hearing this, Gordon stopped questioning him and sat angrily on a nearby chair.

"I met... someone whose identity I cannot say; he gave me this money."

"Why? Who would give you such a huge sum of money for no reason, inexplicably?"

"It is not for no reason." Harvey shook his head: "This money was originally the bounty Falcone used to hunt me down."

"What do you mean?" Gordon was startled: "The five men from the Irish Mob..."

"I didn't kill them." Harvey sighed: "How can you always think of such things?"

Gordon stopped speaking, but since last time "Rat" Mickey asked him that question, he often couldn't help but think about the meaning behind the other party's words.

A partner of justice, a trustworthy ally of his own, Harvey Dent; is it possible for such a thing to happen where he adopts extreme means to solve gangsters in pursuit of justice?

In his heart, there was a vague wavering.

"Before the bomb exploded, someone contacted me; he stole and replaced the Irish Mob's bomb, helping me escape the attack; he also stole the bounty the Irish Mob obtained and gave that money to me."

"Unfortunately, I did not protect Greta well; she still had to stay in the hospital for a few days."

"... Greta's physical examination was completely healthy; judging from the results, you still protected her very well."

Gordon instinctively comforted Harvey, but the next second he remembered he was here to ask questions, so he said again: "But since this person doesn't want money and doesn't know you, why did he help you?"

"I cannot be sure either, but he said he is not the Holiday Killer."

"He—"

"He indeed is not."

In the darkness, the sound of Batman's voice sounded at the right moment: "I have done an investigation."

"A very detailed investigation."

(End of this chapter)