It wasn't that Luke had too much money to burn, but that the atmosphere at the aid station wasn't very good.
A large group of residents who had lost their families and even their loved ones had already affected the atmosphere in the community.
The people at the aid station and the home improvement company could give him dozens of experience and credit points every day.
Holding this party and organizing a charity raffle could also help some people by promoting how the two companies could improve their own situation.
Although it wasn't a lot, he only needed to pay.
However, as the saying went, medicine couldn't cure a disease. Luke couldn't help those who were lazy and incurable.
When there were fewer people in the aid station, he would cut back on his pay.
It was impossible to do nothing in there, eat well, and sleep until one's head and intestines were full of fat.
He was helping people, not raising pigs.
…
May and Doris were very efficient.
They rushed over that day and discussed the main process with Luke.
The next day, the application from the municipal government was completed, and preparations for the party were carried out.
On the third day, everything was ready, and the party officially began at night.
Luke directly invited Mysty, George Stacey, and the officers of the 15th Precinct who were free to participate for a "police and civilian party."
As long as a dozen or so officers came, they would be able to maintain order.
Director George was also very interesting.
Including him, there were exactly ten people from the 15th Sub-Bureau. Other than the director himself, the rest were all patrolling police officers who had driven here in their cars.
Luke was very considerate. He asked the social work department to send someone to ask the patrol officers and give them the hot drinks and food they needed, except for beer.
The patrol officers were even more tactful.
They were scattered along the riverside road where the party was taking place in groups of about a hundred meters, and monitored the party for half a kilometer.
Two years ago, the residents of Clinton definitely wouldn't have a party under the watch of the patrol officers, because there were too many people with criminal records who lived here.
Now that these criminals have been driven away by Batman, Black Catwoman, and Daredevil, the rest are basically natives of the Clinton area.
Most of them worked or helped out at home improvement companies, the social work department, and other places. They were all good citizens.
Luke told Charlie and Raqael to greet them and told them that the patrol officers were "security" hired by the big shots of the relief foundation.
Thus, nobody paid much attention to the patrol officers.
When night fell, the cold wind blew by the river, but the streets were very lively.
All kinds of hot food were placed on the stove, exuding tempting heat. The community rap band that was formed on the spot could even perform on the stage.
Those who sang well would be surrounded by people, and those who sang poorly … Well, even more so, they would watch and mock them loudly at the same time.
The trauma from the battle in New York had caused the Clinton area to have almost no festive atmosphere this Christmas, but there was one today.
Of course, it was all thanks to Luke's money.
All the food, drinks, and entertainment were free. Even the two claw machines were free. However, there was a queue and a limit of three claw machines per person.
As for the other pinball machines and boxing machines, they were free to play.
This made the gathering hall, which was surrounded by ribbons, look like a small carnival.
Looking at everything, Director George said to Luke with a smile, "That's a good idea. Without the buffer of festivals, people will feel that life is hopeless. "
Luke nodded with a smile. "You've been under a lot of pressure lately, haven't you?"
George smiled a little helplessly. "No, the security in the Fifteenth Precinct is currently one of the best in New York. It's only slightly worse than those rich neighborhoods."
Luke didn't say anything.
It seemed that it was rare for George to talk about this. He lowered his voice a little and said, "Although that makes the Fifteenth Precinct seem useless, we have to thank Batman and his friends. They're the ones who made Clinton so stable after the war. "
Luke was amused. "Why do I feel that you're actually very unhappy? Director George? "
"I respect Batman and the others. But they don't get paid. It's us who are paid to be too useless. "At that point, George suddenly felt that the beer in his hand had gone tasteless.
Luke pondered for a moment. "Actually, it's fine to be a superhero's assistant, right?"
George: "…"
Looking at his expression, Luke shrugged. "Do you want us police officers to deal with monsters or an alien army? We don't get paid by the army. "
George smiled bitterly, feeling helpless about the current situation.
There was always a gap between reality and ideals.
Batman and the others had stolen a lot of NYPD's work, but it wasn't NYPD's turn to save the world.
Was he going to blame them for being nosy? Wouldn't the world be saved then?
After a brief silence, he changed the topic. "I heard that you have some connections at HQ."
Luke said, "Sort of. What do you want me to help you with?"
George was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "You know something about the 15th Precinct, right?"
Luke nodded.
George said, "Although I'm here and I've reorganized, the support that the higher-ups promised me is stuck."
Luke asked, "What kind of support?"
George said, "Police equipment: new guns, bulletproof vests, riot shields, and so on. Although the security in Clinton isn't bad right now, we often need cross-district reinforcements. After a few times, a lot of people are a little … reluctant. "
Luke got it.
Previously, the 15th Precinct had been in cahoots with Kingpin, and it had been rotten from top to bottom.
Now that George had taken over, he had been doing a good job, but in the end, NYPD had two waves of resignations in a row, and the cleanup had to stop.
If the job wasn't done, the higher-ups naturally wouldn't give him any benefits.
Also, after the battle in New York, the higher-ups were also busy. They didn't have time to deal with a small precinct director with an unstable foundation.
His subordinates, on the other hand, didn't want to drive a broken car and carry out missions with old equipment.
Luke rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at the venue. "Do you see this? George. "
George looked around and was puzzled. "What, is there a problem?"
His hand had already reached for the walkie-talkie on his waist. As the director, it was his right to call for reinforcements at the slightest disagreement.
Luke shook his finger and said, "No. "No, what I mean is that there's a foundation here that's passionate about charity. It's paying for this community party."
George instantly understood. "Are you saying that I should donate to this foundation?"
What a teachable boy! Luke nodded. "As long as you're willing to have your subordinates pay more attention to security here, it's also a form of protection for charity."
George nodded, deep in thought.
Luke said, "If you want to, go look for Foggy and Matt from Nelson and Murdock. They're more familiar with the foundation. You can discuss it with them first."
George exhaled and stretched out his hand. "Thank you, Luke."
Luke shook his hand and chuckled. "But let's make this clear first. You can't take Misty back. Hm, unless you want her to be promoted. "
George also smiled. "She's been in good shape recently. I think she should keep it up."
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