Chapter 3252: Bloodied New City (Part 12)

The Pale Knight opened his mouth. He immediately realized that this seemed to really work.

Rich people aren't necessarily smart, and poor people aren't stupid. They will definitely know that this so-called auction is the Pale Knight crying poor and showing off.

But can this stop them from wanting to buy these good goods at an extremely low price?

Of course not, because the poorer you are, the more you have to try every means to save money. You don't buy things if you don't have to, and if you do buy, you don't buy new ones. You don't buy second-hand if you can buy third-hand. If you really have to buy new, you must compare three stores. Saving a cent is a cent. This is the survival rule of the poor.

The things piled up in the courtyard outside, there isn't one that isn't a good product. Even the wallpaper peeled off isn't simple paper with printed patterns, but thin cloth embroidered with exquisite patterns. Just one roll is enough to decorate your home like the Louvre.

Yes, the poor might not need such an exaggerated decoration style, and they don't need smart toilets from Germany, let alone hundred-year-old French plane trees. But assuming these things are only one-third of the second-hand market price, then they need everything.

They don't have to go home and peel off their own wallpaper to stick it on, nor do they have to change their own toilet. They can completely take these things to sell second-hand, or even reach a transaction with a second-hand company on the spot, as long as they can make a profit in the middle.

They knew this was a performance, but it didn't matter; if someone were willing to put on such a show every day, they would crown him the new King of Cat Getan.

The so-called eating people's mouth is short, taking people's hands is soft. Those who get benefits from it will naturally praise the mayor. If the mayor doesn't want praise, then of course whatever the mayor says is what it is.

The mayor says he is poor, they will say the mayor used to be a beggar. The mayor says he thinks for the poor, they will say the mayor is Jesus in the world, specifically here to save the poor. The mayor says he wants to govern pollution, they will say the mayor is the son of nature, representing the will of the earth.

Positions are void, interests are eternal. Schiller put down the teacup in his hand and continued, "Repeating your common position with them ten thousand times is not as good as bringing them one dollar of benefit. This is the cornerstone of your regime's stability."

"More importantly, such actions will make them understand that if you get some things, you will share them with them, so they will fight for what you deserve. Believe me, they will open your eyes."

The Pale Knight slowly closed his eyes.

About four hours later, Batman stood in his manor's bedroom and looked down. Reporters rushed in from the gate of Wei En Manor like a school of fish, and under Schiller's guidance, sat in the front row of chairs.

Now the front yard of Wei En Manor had been transformed into a temporary auction venue. A huge banner hung on the front of the manor building, with the words "Charity Auction" written on it.

The news also broadcasted emergency messages. Almost all Gothamites who got the news were rushing here, including rich people in the wealthy district where the manor was located, and almost all reporters in Cat Getan.

Not long after, the sound of the Pale Knight's speech echoed over Wei En Manor.

"... With your support, I successfully became the mayor. I must prove that the promises I made to you are not empty talk. Even if you have been disappointed countless times, I must guarantee to you that this time it will absolutely not be like this."

"Whenever I think that I am sitting in a luxuriously decorated office drinking high-end coffee and eating exquisite lunch, while you, those who sent me to this position with your votes and your propaganda, are still hiding in small huts with insufficient heating, relying on cheap hot coffee to keep warm, working until late at night, but still not enough to pay expensive bills, I feel like Jesus nailed to the cross, bleeding all over."

"I absolutely cannot tolerate all this, and I am eager to get rid of everything around me. My table, my chair, even the toilet I use, the shade of the trees I pass by at the door, all this is evidence of my greed for pleasure, and also evidence that I am distancing myself from you and leaning toward those devils who have disappointed you countless times."

"So, I must do something... do something immediately. I organized this auction. I know not everyone can benefit from it, but I just can no longer tolerate these luxurious enjoyments. I am destined, I will always stand with you."

Schiller, who was listening below, now understood why the Pale Knight could win people's hearts so quickly. His speech level was indeed quite good. It was an emotional infection speech. His iron-clad supporters who rushed over after hearing the news were already in tears halfway through.

This looked indeed like the traces of performance were very heavy, but unfortunately, in this broken place of Cat Getan, most people don't even act.

Maybe in other cities, the mayor didn't fulfill his promises after taking office and had to make an explanation, but in Cat Getan, the mayor is corrupt after taking office, turning around to join the upper-class banquet after receiving the votes of the grassroots people, and helping them oppress the poor who are far above them, and no one will feel there is a problem.

It's not just the mayor; any position that touches a bit of power is like this. They don't even promise at all, but scold the poor while wanting votes.

Because you choose me is like this, you choose someone else is still like this, whoever you choose to come up is like this, then why should I lie to please you?

In this situation, suddenly someone stood up and said: "I will stand with you," which was strange enough. This was the main reason why the Pale Knight could recruit so many supporters in the early stage.

Everyone is not acting, but you are acting. Then even if your acting skills are not good, I am willing to choose you. Anyway, choosing anyone is the same. Choosing someone who can act, at least the heart is comfortable.

But unexpectedly, this guy not only acts, but also intends to continue acting, and while acting, he really gives out benefits.

Although there are many things in the municipal building, it is of course impossible for everyone to get them. It's just that the propaganda was relatively hurried, and those who can know are some people who are always paying attention to the new mayor's movements. These people are powerful supporters of the Pale Knight, and most of the items went to them.

These people themselves are very loyal, and now they have received benefits, so they are even more tireless in propaganda. Even the rich people who came to participate in the auction and wanted to find trouble were sprayed by them.

Actually, people who are willing to support the Pale Knight are themselves poor people who haven't accepted their fate. They don't believe in principles like effort theory or chosen theory. They don't think the poor deserve to be poor, while the rich can override everything, otherwise they wouldn't support the Pale Knight's slogan.

This group of people themselves has a strong spirit of resistance. It can be said that they are the hard bones among Cat Getan's grassroots people. Plus they are barefoot, a cheap life is not afraid of death, and they dare to say anything when spraying people. That group of rich people is instead timid.

After all, they have a big family and haven't had time to enjoy life yet. If they really have any conflict with this group of rascals and are beaten to death, that's a big loss.

So even if they were sprayed on their faces by their saliva, they didn't dare to say anything and ran away in a gray manner.

Of course, normally in this situation, the police should be called to sanction them. The problem is that the police commissioner Gordon is the hardest of all the hard bones.

If this group of rascals really did it, they would still be reasonable and could send the other party in, but the other party just scolded people, and it wasn't personal attack, but that kind of ideological awakening output. Gordon couldn't pull partiality even if he came.

So Batman saw his neighbors being blocked at the door by a group of people and scolded wildly. The few who picked thorns and found fault at the auction were sprayed on their faces and had to call security to barely break free.

Half an hour after this farce ended, Fox called.

"Sir, you probably have to make a decision as soon as possible. Just now, at least a dozen people went to the Cat Getan Police Department."

"What are they doing? Reporting to the police?"

"No, they have already started bidding." Fox's tone was very low. He said, "As far as I know, the price offered is very high. If we take action now, we can only barely take it down. If we wait for our few old rivals to take action..."

Batman clenched his fists slowly. He felt suffocation, as if a huge net was tightening.

Everything has traces to follow, closely linked.

The municipal government suddenly shut down, all things were searched out, an auction was held, the GTO was just thrown out, and the rich were humiliated at the auction.

This absolutely couldn't be a coincidence. It was someone using the auction to stimulate the rich, making them want to hire their own private soldiers more, thereby investing more funds in the GTO.

Originally, Fox worked hard and squeezed some money from other projects, saying that he might be able to take down both the pollution governance policy and the GTO, but they raised the price, and this dream was completely shattered.

For Batman, things seemed to be out of control, but he also felt that things were returning to the right track in another way.

Things not in his control made Batman feel more pressure than things encountering failure.

And things were not only not in his control, but also in others' control, and he couldn't even determine victory or failure, which made Batman feel like collapsing.

A sense of urgency burned like fire from his heart, spreading from the engine to every gear, like a war machine that had been dusty for many years being injected with fresh, sufficient new energy, making the cold body surge again.

Batman took a deep breath.

"Prepare, Fox, I'm going to see James."

"What?" Fox was obviously surprised. He said, "You intend to win the GTO? Are you serious?"

"I have never been more serious than now." Batman walked out quickly and said, "Just being prepared with money isn't enough. We must find some trouble for our old rivals and not give them a chance to take action."

"Now our control over the terminal industrial chain is not enough. This might take some time." Fox also accelerated his tone, but he was still rational. He said, "Long silence makes people forget who we are, but spending some time can always make them remember again."

"We don't have time." Batman said. He walked past the rotating stairs to the downstairs. Just then, he heard a sound from the reception area at the back of the living room.

"... That's how it is. They want to pin the pollution of the natural woodland on you. This not only solves the old case but also finds you a huge trouble, in order to force you to bow your head."

"I have already investigated. The factory that polluted the natural woodland belongs to 'Charabang Chemical Products Production Co., Ltd.' If we don't take measures as soon as possible, they will take action soon..."

Batman lowered his eyes slightly. After a pause, he walked quickly toward the gate of Wei En Manor.

After Batman left, the Pale Knight looked at Schiller and asked, "Will he really help us?"

"Don't pin your hopes on his kindness, but let him have no choice." Schiller walked to the window and looked at Batman's back, saying, "This chemical plant belongs to his old rival, and Batman is now urgently looking for trouble for them. He won't let go of this opportunity."

Then he picked up a handbag he had brought with him, took out a bottle of medicine from it, threw it to the Pale Knight, and said, "Your medicine, this is the last bottle, but I hope our plan goes smoothly, so you can live forever."

The Pale Knight opened the cap of the medicine bottle, poured a large handful of medicine into his mouth, and said, "Compared with your amazing plans, it seems whether I live is not that important."

"Thanks for the compliment, but it's not amazing enough yet."

Schiller turned around, but the Pale Knight's vision began to blur constantly. He grabbed his neck in horror, struggling to fall down.

"What... did you... feed me..."

Before his consciousness disappeared, he heard Schiller say.

"It's not pinning hopes on the Pale Knight's kindness, but letting the Joker have no choice." ===== CHAPTER 3253 =====