Chapter 3249: Bloodied New City (Part 9)

Bruce now somewhat understood why those people had such floating steps, pale faces, and were sweating profusely when they walked out earlier.

Gordon and Nightwing were about the same when they walked out.

He came out of the lounge. Schiller was writing something at the mayor's desk. Seeing him walk over, he looked up at him and said, "Don't you want to solve the matter of District X15?"

"Must I go?" Bruce felt like he was asking for a scolding. Schiller was now so busy he wished he could split himself in two. The Pale Knight shouldn't have been idle either, but he was here watching the fun.

But unexpectedly, Schiller shook his head and said, "If you don't want to go, then forget it."

"Do you have another way?"

"You could say that." Schiller looked up and shouted outside the door, "Ms. Wei Si, please come in. I have two new appointments here. Please arrange for someone to receive them..."

Ms. Wei Si came in, took the appointment list, and went out again. Bruce asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"Two reporters." Schiller took two documents out of the cabinet next to him, placed them in front of Bruce, and said, "One is from Cat Getan TV, and one is from the Cat Getan Daily."

"What are they doing visiting you?"

"They aren't visiting me; they are visiting the mayor. It's just that the mayor is currently unwell, so I am conveying his meaning on his behalf."

"……What are you going to convey?"

"Apology, mainly an apology for the matter in District X15." Bruce didn't even need to ask; Schiller explained, "Television and newspapers are the media channels most easily accessible to ordinary people. Even the poor can easily see them. We must make the attitude sufficient in this regard."

"But if you apologize, aren't you admitting it's your fault?"

"Any accident that happens in this city is the mayor's fault." Schiller said, "You must take such a responsible attitude to gain the trust of the citizens."

"But they will exploit this point." Bruce sat down opposite and said, "They originally intended to pin the blame for pollution on the Pale Knight to alienate him from the people who support him."

"So we must apologize as soon as possible, immediately carry out cleaning and rescue operations, and compensate the people for their losses as soon as possible."

"But we don't have that much money. Let alone compensation, it's impossible to even clear the pollution in the woodland."

"No, we can't clear the pollution, not because we don't have money, but because the government will close tomorrow."

Bruce was dumbfounded.

"Because the government will close tomorrow, we have the best plan to save the city today, but unfortunately, the government will close tomorrow."

"This isn't very good, right?" Bruce said, "Isn't this lying?"

Schiller leaned back against the back of the mayor's office chair and said, "Do you think that sitting in this chair, besides lying, one has to do something else?"

The door was knocked. Ms. Wei Si brought a male reporter in. Schiller walked over to shake hands and greet him, then brought him to the reception area.

The two began to talk about the pollution governance problem. Schiller spoke eloquently, even precise to what time to carry out work, which company's team to hire, what equipment to use, what compensation measures to take for certain households on several nearby streets...

It didn't sound like nonsense at all.

Later, a female reporter came. Schiller said the same set of words, and the details matched perfectly. It didn't feel like he was making it up on the spot at all.

After the reporters left, Bruce asked, "If we had money, you would execute this plan, right?... You would, right?"

Schiller smiled without saying a word.

"If you aren't willing to solve the pollution incident, then I'll give you some light work." Schiller said, "Help me find a few moving companies, and then call a few renovation teams. They all need to be quick-handed."

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't ask so much, just go."

Bruce actually wanted to stay, but he thought that everyone was very busy, and it wouldn't be good for him to slack off here. Anyway, it was just hiring a moving company, and it wasn't that difficult.

"Alright, when do you want them to come?"

"After work today, after everyone has left. By the way, let them drive a few more big trucks and arrange more manpower, but don't make too much noise."

Bruce felt inexplicable, but he still went.

By the time he arranged everything and came back, the interior of the municipal building had become indignant. Bruce asked carefully and found out that the mayor had just announced that all civil servants in the municipal system would have their salaries reduced by 50%.

Not only that, but the supply of snacks and coffee was also canceled. They had to go to work an hour earlier every morning, public transportation expenses and fuel costs would not be reimbursed, and they had to work overtime voluntarily and without pay.

Even the cats kept inside the building were no longer kept. Those French plane trees had to be cut down and replaced with trees that were easier to manage. As for holiday benefits, don't even think about it. Even the elevators had to be stopped for five hours every day to save electricity.

The entire building was in an uproar. Bruce even felt that even if Schiller didn't arrange for insiders to do it, a strike was a certainty. According to the reduction in salary and benefits, wasn't this just working at one's own expense?

But no matter how many complaints there were, there was no way. Most people couldn't see the mayor. Until close to the end of the day, the atmosphere in the building had become a bit wrong. It was clearly the insiders making a move.

Everyone was tacitly silent, exchanging glances back and forth, and even had some schadenfreude emotions.

When the reporters left earlier, many employees asked the reporters what the mayor said. The reporters didn't need to keep it secret and told them that the mayor had a perfect plan to deal with this pollution crisis.

But unexpectedly, the mayor announced the reduction of civil servant benefits at this time. Without people to do things, no matter how good the policy was, it couldn't be pushed forward. Who would connect with the company governing pollution? Who would select and arrange transportation equipment? Who would count the affected residents? Who would calculate the specific compensation amount?

This was simply destroying the Great Wall and digging one's own grave.

Out of some considerations, employees didn't drag their feet when getting off work and cleared out completely as soon as it was time to get off work.

At this time, the sky had just darkened, and one box truck after another slowly drove into the building's parking lot.

In Bruce's shocked expression, Schiller skillfully commanded the workers, "Come, move all the tables and chairs away. Don't forget these paintings here. Arrange for someone to unscrew the light bulbs and load them into the car."

Batman and the Pale Knight widened their eyes together.

"Those people over there go to the bathroom, dismantle the toilets, they are all expensive smart toilets, German goods. Dismantle the washbasin completely for me. Don't throw away the water pipes either. Be careful, don't break the mirror..."

"Clean up the utility room a bit. Those disposable shoe covers must be taken. Don't leave a single pair. Dismantle everything that can be dismantled on the windowsill, and dismantle the balcony guardrail for me and take it away."

"Pry up the floor of the mayor's office. Be careful when prying so as not to leave scratches, otherwise, it won't sell for a good price. Pry off the decorative wall trim here, and peel off the wallpaper for me too."

Schiller stood in the middle of the lobby and clapped his hands, saying, "Listen up! If a room isn't restored to a roughcast room, don't even think about getting a single cent of bonus! Hurry! Seize the time!"

Bruce slowly turned his head to look at Schiller and said, "Not to mention anything else, what are you using to pay them their bonuses? Do you have money?"

"No, but it's not me paying. You'll know when the time comes."

"You ransacked the municipal office building. What will you do when the government opens?" Bruce asked.

"I don't mind working in a roughcast room." Schiller said, "I can sit directly on the floor, and with the gray fog, I can go without eating, drinking, or going to the bathroom."

"Then..."

Bruce suddenly realized who the biggest victim of Schiller's actions was.

Who else could it be? Of course, it was the people who worked here. Without even a toilet, how could they go to the bathroom? Even if there were no modern equipment like copiers, there were no tables or chairs. Could they really sit on the floor and work?

"If they feel uncomfortable, they can renovate it themselves." Schiller nodded and said.

"No one would pay to renovate a company!!" Bruce said.

"Then they can endure it, or at worst, resign." Schiller shrugged and said, "But I don't think the latter is very likely. After all, the rats behind them still have to count on them to dig the wall."

Bruce finally realized the viciousness of Schiller's move.

Cat Getan's government system had been infiltrated by 99%, which meant that the employees working here basically all had other masters besides the mayor.

Their purpose in working here wasn't to earn that little dead wage, but to hollow out Cat Getan's municipal funds for their masters and then get bonuses from their masters.

So they almost couldn't resign. Don't look at the fact that the United States doesn't have any civil service exams, but stable government job positions are still very popular. It takes some effort to arrange for someone to get in.

Now Schiller has cleared out the municipal office building. After they come here, the office environment is worse than in Iraq, but they can't resign, and they can't not come to work. Then they can only endure it.

But not everyone can endure it. Then they have to find the mayor and ask the mayor to renovate it. But the mayor is now at Wei En Manor. No matter how powerful they are, they can't break into Batman's old home.

Then they can only find their immediate superiors, because you were the one who forced me to work here. Now that my working conditions are bad, of course, it should be you helping me improve them.

But the people behind them are crazy to come and renovate the municipal building. They renovated it so luxuriously before because all the previous mayors were their running dogs.

But now the Pale Knight hasn't yielded to them at all. How could they run over to help the Pale Knight build a safe and comfortable office environment? Then who is whose running dog?

The people behind them aren't happy, so the employees can only endure it. But they are people, not robots, and they aren't really dogs. They have their own needs and will instinctively hate those who disregard their needs.

Although the office building was dismantled by Schiller, the one who directly disregarded their needs was their master behind the scenes. This kind of contradiction is almost irreconcilable.

Not giving the horse grass to eat and wanting the horse to run, history has proven countless times that this doesn't work.

By that time, even if there is indeed a part of people loyal to their masters, most ordinary people are still more willing to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, swaying in the direction more conducive to their survival.

Even if they aren't willing to sell their lives, as long as they loosen their hands and close one eye, Bruce believes that with Schiller's ability, there is a lot of room for operation.

Busy for most of the night, the soft furnishings of the municipal building were finally dismantled.

Bruce and Schiller sat in the first car of the motorcade. As soon as the door closed, Bruce asked, "Where are we taking this pile of stuff?"

Schiller smiled slightly.

"Wei En Manor." ===== CHAPTER 3250 =====