Chapter 3251: Bloodied New City (Part 11)

"It's really a difficult choice." Schiller said, "On one side is the air pollution governance problem in District X15 that he thinks he should be responsible for, and on the other side is the GTO ownership problem that may have a major impact on the Wei En Group. How should Batman choose?"

"You... sound like the Joker." Bruce could only say this.

"No, I am much kinder than the Joker." Schiller said, "The Joker wants Batman to feel guilty, while I just want Batman to feel poverty."

"This is obviously not 'kinder'." Bruce said.

"But this is not my fault." Schiller said, "If the Batman of this universe didn't indulge in the grief of Alfred's passing all day, but instead retaliated against those who wanted to take advantage of the fire, he wouldn't be poor to this extent."

Bruce was also speechless.

"I have a very deep feeling about this kind of pain." He opened his mouth and said, "Transforming Cat Getan is like having ten paper shredders in front of you, and each one is swallowing banknotes at a crazy speed. All you can do is slightly slow down the power of one, and you can't stop any one of them at all."

"Even if you have the same machine to produce banknotes, the speed of production is far from catching up with the consumption, so you are making choices every second, and every choice is choosing the lesser of two evils, either sacrificing money or sacrificing reputation."

"This long-term sense of loss will seriously affect people's mental health." Schiller said, "It will make people avoid making choices, and even make people not want to be responsible for anything anymore."

"I just need a longer vacation to make me forget these things." Bruce said.

"I didn't say what you did was bad. You don't want to work, didn't I not force you to work?" Schiller looked out the car window and said, "I just hope to use this pain to replace Batman's pain for losing his kin."

"Fighting poison with poison?"

"More like focusing on the present." Schiller continued, "The pain of the past can never compare to the pain of the present. You lost ten dollars on the road, and you will feel very painful, but if you still have a loan of ten thousand to pay back after returning home, you won't care about those ten dollars."

"Because even if you have these ten dollars, you can't pay back the loan of ten thousand, just like even if Alfred were still alive, Batman would still have to face such a choice."

"All of this was planned by you long ago." Bruce stared at Schiller's side face and said, "On one hand, persuading James to throw out the GTO, and on the other hand, talking about an effective plan for pollution governance to reporters, just to force Batman into a dead end."

Schiller nodded slightly, and Bruce saw a kind of calm cruelty in his demeanor, as if playing with everyone was like playing with building block toys.

"But you were wrong about one thing." Schiller said, "This is still far from a dead end."

The motorcade stopped at the gate of Wei En Manor. The bright high-beam light columns of the trucks attracted the attention of both the Pale Knight and Batman.

Batman walked out first. He was first worried about safety issues. After all, so many cars coming suddenly in the early morning, no matter how you look at it, it couldn't be without problems.

But when he saw the moving company logo printed on the truck, he was confused.

The Pale Knight followed out. He wasn't worried about someone assassinating Batman. Actually, it was even more terrible. He was afraid Schiller had come.

His premonition was very accurate. When he saw Schiller and Bruce get out of the car, he knew this was destined to be an incomparably long night. If possible, it would be best if someone assassinated Batman now, so that there would be something to talk about tomorrow.

But unfortunately, no one can escape Schiller.

Schiller walked up, completely ignoring the obstruction of the metal gate, reached his hand directly through the gap in the metal bars, shook hands with Batman, and said, "Let's go in and talk."

"Go in where?"

"Your manor."

"Who are you? Why enter my manor? And what are these things?"

"A bit complicated, right? That's why I said let's go in and talk."

Batman didn't know if he should look at the man in front of him with the eyes of a mental patient, which was a bit impolite, but he shouldn't have done anything wrong.

The Pale Knight walked up and said, "Schiller, why did you come at this time? And what is loaded in the car?"

Schiller looked down at his watch and said, "There are about two hours until dawn. If you don't let me in, people passing by for a morning run will discover the existence of these cars. Believe me, that won't be what you want."

"... Why? What did you load inside?"

"Rest assured, there are no contraband items, just some furniture. Can you let me in now?"

Batman looked at those cars with some apprehension. He was indeed worried that there would be some dangerous items inside, but it seemed this guy knew the Pale Knight. If the Pale Knight wanted to engage in a bomb attack, he shouldn't have waited until now.

"Alright, it seems you don't intend to talk."

Schiller's patience was surprisingly poor. He said directly to the owner of the motorcade, "You guys unload the things."

"Unload where?"

"Just at the manor gate."

The porters began to move things to the ground.

"Wait!" Batman stopped them and said, "You can't put things on my private land."

"Then put it a bit further away." Schiller said, "The grass next to it shouldn't be within the manor's scope, right? Putting it there is fine too."

Batman looked at the things moved down from the car, which were indeed just some furniture. He was even more confused, so he could only look at the Pale Knight and say, "What good deed have you done again?"

"Believe me, this wasn't done by me." The Pale Knight first defended himself, and then silently added in his heart, "But it's clearly aimed at you."

"Wait a minute, what is that?" Batman suddenly discovered some unusual things. He stared at the things in the hands of two of the porters and said, "Isn't that the municipal bulletin board? The one installed on the right side of the lobby of the municipal building... how could it be here?"

The Pale Knight also noticed something unusual, but he could only say to Batman, "Otherwise, why don't you let them in first?"

Batman pursed his lips. The Pale Knight had never expected to see two emotions, confusion and grievance, intertwined on this man at the same time, as if saying, "Who are they, and why should I let them in?"

"Mr. Wei En, I must remind you that when dawn breaks tomorrow, all employees of the municipal building will go to the street at the gate of the building to protest, and then they will discover that the building has been moved empty from inside to outside, and the reporters paying attention to this protest will be the same."

"They will definitely investigate who moved the municipal building empty and where the things in the building went. If you don't take some measures, such as letting them move the things in, and pay the moving fee, reporters will immediately photograph the things moved out of the building appearing at the gate of Wei En Manor."

Batman and the Pale Knight widened their eyes in unison.

Before Batman could say anything, the Pale Knight hurried to push open the gate and shouted outside, "Don't move it over there! Come here! Hurry, come here! Move it in!!!"

Half an hour later, Batman, with a face darker than the bottom of a pot, paid the moving and renovation company.

"I need an explanation." Batman looked at Schiller, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea leisurely, and said.

"And I hope you can help me find a reliable second-hand goods trading company." Schiller replied.

Bruce discovered that arrogance basically answers every question asked by others, while greed basically doesn't answer any question asked by others. Not only does it not answer, but it also makes conditions as soon as it opens its mouth, giving people a sense of powerlessness of talking to each other.

Batman was obviously very powerless.

He was recalling what he had encountered this day.

His arch-enemy of half a lifetime, the Joker, suddenly came to the door and said he wanted to work from home with him. He called his foster son, but the other party seemed completely unable to understand his situation.

He saw good policies on TV that he wanted to execute, but the president who had always been omnipotent brought him a more explosive piece of news. His old friend, who was as stubborn as a stone, after accepting the Joker's plan, wanted to sell the team used to improve security.

And himself, because he was short of money, had no way to solve these two things at the same time.

At 4:00 in the morning, a pile of moving company trucks suddenly came, and without saying a word, they unloaded all the soft furnishings of the municipal office building in the courtyard of his manor, and even put a chair on the fountain at the gate. Not only did he have to pay for it, but the other party also asked him to find a reliable second-hand trading company.

Batman once suspected whether he had suffered too much mental stimulation because of Alfred's passing, resulting in hallucinations. Perhaps it wasn't this person in front of him who should explain, but his psychologist.

"What on earth is going on?" The Pale Knight obviously didn't take this as a hallucination. He aimed his spear at Schiller and said, "I told you to pack up, but I only wanted to pack up my own things."

"You are the mayor. The whole city is your thing. If possible, I would be very happy to pack the whole Cat Getan and mail it to China."

"Don't change the subject. Tell me what on earth is going on!"

"I dismantled almost everything in the municipal building. That's what's going on."

"I know, of course. I've already seen it. After all, those 60-plus toilets are now piled on the lawn outside. I just want to know why you want to do this."

"I said, I need him to help me find a reliable second-hand trading company."

"Are you trying to sell these things?"

"Yes, these are all good goods. Although the second-hand price is discounted, it can still sell for a sum of money. You are the poorest now, aren't you?"

"I..." The Pale Knight couldn't speak for a long time.

"Alright, if you can't understand, I'll change the way of saying it. I need a unique auction hosted by you to auction off the things dismantled from the municipal building, and the funds raised will be used to solve the pollution problem in District X15."

Even Bruce was shocked. Schiller was indeed very good at overturning his previous statements, or rather, quickly proposing another benefit in his previous plan.

"You are very poor." Schiller looked into the Pale Knight's eyes and said, "Since you are already so poor, why not let others know how poor you are?"

The Pale Knight thought for a while and said, "Are you saying..."

"If you say you are very poor and want to reduce the benefits of civil servants, then someone will definitely be dissatisfied. But if you are already so poor that you have to sell everything in the municipal building to raise funds for the pollution problem, then who would dare to blame you for reducing benefits?"

"Is this a political show?" Bruce asked.

"You can understand it this way, but I prefer to call this a simple and effective way of crying poor."

"But the things in the municipal building are not mine." The Pale Knight remained clear-headed and said, "Neither did I buy them to install them, nor do I have the right to take them away."

"But during your tenure, you will enjoy the benefits brought by these things." Schiller pointed out sharply, "Now you give up enjoying these benefits, which represents your attitude of standing with the poor. Sometimes what they want is just an attitude."

"Will this be too exaggerated?" The Pale Knight hesitated and said, "Too dramatic. The traces of showing off are too obvious."

"It is very obvious." Schiller nodded and said, "The poor aren't stupid. They know that even if you are poor, you won't be poor enough to strip the municipal building into a roughcast room. You doing this is only possible if you are performing."

"So..."

"So I asked you to find a reliable second-hand company, estimate the price for all these things, and then we will sell these things to the poor at one-third of the second-hand market price."

The Pale Knight was still thinking, and Bruce had already snapped his fingers and said, "You are simply a genius!" ===== CHAPTER 3252 =====