In the manor, the tassels hanging down from the gorgeous tablecloth with retro patterns swayed slightly. The sunshine at noon was just right, making the food on the table even more beautiful and delicious. Merkel stretched out her hand to straighten the last plate, and Schiller was walking down the stairs.
.
He looked up at the watch on the wall. Merkel also looked down at her watch and said, "The guests will be here soon."
When Schiller came down the stairs, he heard the doorbell ringing. Merkel stepped forward and opened the door. Mayor Luo Yin walked in angrily with a briefcase and came to the sofa in the living room.
He threw his briefcase on the sofa, put his hands on his waist, stood there and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Schiller looked him up and down. Luo Yin was still wearing a windbreaker and felt hat, with undissolved snowflakes on his shoulders, and his whole expression looked a little gloomy.
Luo Yin took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then said: "It's okay, I just had a conference call, and my emotions are still a bit unresolved."
"Conference call, what's it about?"
"Do you still remember the donation from the previous charity gala?" Luo Yin put one hand on his hips and the other hand on the back of the sofa. He became more and more angry: "Originally, the donation should be donated to the foundation, and then the foundation would conduct an inspection and decide on each aspect.
Donations allocated to the city.”
"However, the people from the foundation refused to conduct an inspection because of the poor security in Gotham. They only planned to give us the lowest level of donations. The money is not even enough to build a road!"
"Moreover, this kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice. Previously, when the state parliament allocated funds, some members suggested that Gotham's priority should be lowered, and part of the funding for Gotham should be transferred to the metropolis..."
Luo Yin covered his forehead and his chest kept heaving. He was obviously very angry. He said: "Among all the megacities on the East Coast, Gotham has been the most severely affected. Our temperature has dropped significantly this year. In addition to snowstorms, there are also freezing disasters."
, several farms and farms in the suburbs were severely damaged..."
"In addition, the logistics system we have just developed has also been greatly affected and needs money to repair it. We cannot completely point the finger at the gangsters. They want to get a lot of rewards for every penny they pay. If we are coerced by them,
If it is too powerful, it will cause big trouble."
"You are very sober." Schiller commented. Luo Yin shook his head and said a little discouraged: "Only when I became the mayor of this damn city did I know that this city is as bad as it is today, isn't it?
There is no reason."
"The foundation, the state assembly and even Congress, they have no intention of saving this place, they don't even allow us to save ourselves!"
"I proposed that the required funding could be lowered, but more snow removal machines and some seawater heating equipment were needed, but they all refused. It's not that they don't have the equipment, they just don't want to borrow it."
"The feeling they give me is that they are afraid that things will get better here." Luo Yin said in confusion.
"They are not afraid that this place will get better, but they are afraid that the improvement here has nothing to do with them. Doesn't that make them appear too incompetent?"
As he spoke, Schiller walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair. Luo Yin stood there and got angry for a while, then came to the dining table. Schiller said to him: "Wait a minute, we have two more guests."…
Luo Yin picked it up but didn't say: "You didn't say there was someone else, who was it?"
"Oh, they are here." Schiller looked towards the door. Merkel walked over and opened the door. Victor and Bruce were outside.
Several people greeted each other. Bruce and Victor sat down and looked at Luo Yin. They were also a little confused. When Schiller invited them, he never said that there was someone else at the banquet today.
"Okay, everyone is here, let's eat first." With that, Schiller picked up the knife and fork and started to prepare for the meal. Several other people also started to have lunch. While eating, Schiller said: "Snow disaster
How about disaster relief and urban reconstruction efforts?”
"It's not that good." Luo Yin was still a little depressed. He said, "Everywhere requires money, and everywhere requires manpower, but hiring people also requires money."
"The gangsters really wanted to build it quickly, but they were scattered and unorganized. They were doing their own thing and the repairs were in a mess."
"Didn't you think of organizing them?"
Precisely because the city government has no funds and Gotham does not have a strong mayor system, what I say is of no use and almost no one listens."
“Have you ever considered replenishing the city government’s funds?”
Luo Yin sighed deeply again. He felt that Schiller had something to say about something today. While cutting the steak with a knife, he said: "How to increase the funds? Raise the tax rate? Then the gangsters will go crazy.
, the funding is unreliable, and the tax rate cannot be changed..."
“What about developing new industries?”
"Is there any new industry that can be developed in Gotham? The logistics industry that was just about to develop was completely destroyed by this year's snowstorm and the previous explosion. Few companies dared to build factories here, and the natural environment was also ruined.
not good enough……"
Luo Yin could hardly eat, but at this time, Schiller turned to Bruce and Victor and asked: "Has the result of the research I entrusted you to do before?"
Victor shook his head first, and then said: "I don't know where you got that mineral, but the existing machines can't analyze its composition at all. I used some reagents to experiment with its properties.
, but basically no results were obtained.”
Bruce also said while drinking water: "Indeed, researchers from Wayne Group's laboratory came to the same conclusion."
Bruce emphasized the word "researcher," and Schiller understood the hint. The so-called researcher was actually himself.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Luo Yin asked with some confusion.
Schiller waved to Merkel, and Merkel took a box from the nearby museum shelf with understanding. As soon as the box was opened, Luo Yin's eyes were dazzled. There was a very bright gem inside.
It was translucent. There seemed to be some vague mist in the stone, but it was very bright. It seemed to have its own light source. Under different light angles, the mist inside would change. Luo Yin could not help but be attracted to it.
, stared at him for a long time.
"What's this?"
"I named it foggy crystal, but actually it was the peach core that a glutton spit out after eating a peach. I cut it like a diamond, and it became like this."…
Schiller took the gem out of the box and put it in his hand. This gem was actually kryptonite without radiation. It was originally transparent, but after being spit out by the gray mist, it turned into a dotted one.
The mist is translucent, but it makes it extremely beautiful and so bright that people can't take their eyes away.
"This thing is very beautiful. I would be happy to give it to others as a gift, but what does this have to do with the new industry?"
"Do you think it has any economic value as a new material?"
"Economic value? It depends on what it can do. Does it have any special properties? For example..."
Luo Yin racked his brains but couldn't think of any professional terms. He had this concept in his mind and knew that there are some rare metals that can be used as raw materials for key components of certain equipment, or have some irreplaceable special properties, and because of the comparison
It is rare, so it will be sold at a high price.
"Its special property is that no one knows what its special property is."
Schiller spoke like a tongue twister. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, pointed at Bruce and Victor and said: "A world-class chemist and cryogenic scientist, as well as the top researchers employed by Wayne Group, have failed to do so."
Deciphering the properties of this new unknown mineral..."
"Isn't that useless?" Luo Yin said directly.
"But this is only temporary. What if the research is done in the future?" Schiller put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said:
"Any kind of unknown new material is a blue ocean. What's more, it still has a guaranteed ornamental value. Even if it is found to have no special properties in the future, it will still have a certain value due to its rarity and ornamental value."
"So, you want to..."
"If we find a way to raise its price, won't we have a budget for disaster relief and reconstruction?"
"Where is the mine for this thing? Is the output stable?" Luo Yin also knows something about this aspect.
Schiller's idea is actually easy to understand. It is nothing more than futures. When a new material appears that researchers have not been able to decipher its properties, someone will definitely be willing to invest. And this new mineral called fog crystal looks more like
The value of ornamental gemstones is visible to the naked eye, so there should be many investors.
The remaining problem is that investors will definitely inspect the mines, examine the stability of the mineral output, and then decide on the investment amount and investment cycle.
"Here's the problem. There is no mine for this thing, and there is no so-called output. All the minerals are in my hands now. This is spot material."
Bruce knew that Schiller's so-called new mineral was actually kryptonite that had been drained of radiation. He also put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and then said: "That actually belongs to the art market, ornamental value, mystery, and uniqueness.
They can all be used for hype.”
"But..." Bruce glanced at Schiller and said, "Are you really going to sell this thing? If you want to sell it, Wayne Group can buy it at a high price."
"What do you want it for? There's no radiation in it anymore."
"I'm also very interested in new materials. Just treat it as an investment."
Schiller sighed, Bruce had discovered his true intention, and he could only say: "Well, actually I didn't intend to sell it."...
"You said that if this mineral has some physical therapy effects based on unknown principles, such as extending life span, it can be made into medicines or health care products after some special processing..."
"You want to use it to defraud money?" Luo Yin asked sharply.
"Don't put it so bluntly. This is a brand new mineral. Even top experts in various fields cannot decipher its composition."
"But it's useless."
"How do you prove it doesn't work?"
"Then how do you prove it works?"
"Although I can't prove that it works, you can't prove that it doesn't work either..."
"Although I can't prove that it's useless, you can also..."
"Stop!" Schiller stopped this meaningless tongue twister and said: "I just want to defraud money. Can you do it?"
Luo Yin put down his knife and fork, stretched out his hand, held it with Schiller, and said, "I believe this will be Gotham's future pillar industry."
Two days later, in the corridor of the manor, Merkel was holding a thick stack of documents in her arms and a series of briefcases hanging on one arm.
Standing in front of the door, he knocked on the door, then walked in, put down the document, and said: "Sir, this is the 24th document today. It was sent to the mailbox by a guy with a green light all over his body. It is...
…Part 302 of the Green Light Industry Logistics Support Plan…”
"In addition..." Merkel picked up the series of briefcases and stacked them one by one on the corner of the table. She counted while stacking them: "Mist Crystal Industry Development Plan 102 Eucalyptus, 104 Eucalyptus, 106 Eucalyptus..."
When he put the last box on the corner of the table, he looked around the room. The entire study was flooded with documents. Whether it was on the floor, on the table, on the bookshelf, or even on the windowsill, there were all kinds of documents piled up.
document.
More than half of them were delivered by various people with green lights, and a smaller half were delivered by newsboys who went to and from the mayor's office.
In just two days, Schiller was overwhelmed by the huge amount of work brought about by the two huge plans he had developed.
Schiller, who was sitting in the chair, lowered his head and took out the abacus from the drawer, and slapped it on the table.
Then, his eyes became empty and he began to be in a daze.
DC Schiller, who had just recovered from his injuries and got up from the hospital bed to take over, had just come to his senses when the pile of documents above his head fell down with a "bang" and buried him directly in it.
When he crawled out of the vast sea of documents, Schiller lowered his head and saw an abacus and a note. The notes on the note were very familiar, and it read: