Thanks to Luke's intentional avoidance, an undercurrent was brewing in Gotham City and the metropolis.
Lord Wei noticed it and took action. The news of Lord Wei beating up the bad guys was in the newspapers again. But Luke knew that he hadn't found the main point, and had underestimated his hidden opponent.
Thus, on the 14th of February, Valentine's Day, a well-planned drama finally began.
Although it was a holiday full of lovers, the two cities bordering the Atlantic Ocean were still cold.
People on the streets were wearing thick winter coats, and couples were snuggling up to each other.
In the afternoon, snowflakes drifted down from the gloomy sky.
For romantic people, it was a beautiful omen.
For the homeless, it was a difficult night, and they even had to worry about where they could stay for the next few nights.
The shabby sheds made of plastic and cardboard were clearly not enough to resist the wind and the low temperature.
Lord Wei had a rare day off today, and was dressed for a large-scale dinner among Gotham's celebrities.
The charity dinner was supposed to help the poor, and the host had even taken the opportunity to add "people trapped in the snow," which could be considered to be keeping up with current events.
In fact, the two hundred celebrities present had only donated slightly more than a million dollars. It was impossible for them to donate any more than that.
It was just a gimmick.
A million dollars could be used to buy unsalable or unstocked goods from the companies present, which could significantly reduce costs. It would be enough for the poor to get through the sudden low temperature in peace.
After that? What did it have to do with them?
The overall economy wasn't good, and a lot of capitalists had gone bankrupt. Who had the extra kindness to do it themselves? There was no need to show it on this occasion.
Even Lord Wei, who had donated the most, had only spent fifty thousand dollars to buy a painting created by the children at a children's welfare home.
Under the supervision of his professional team, eighty percent of the money would go to the children at the welfare home.
He couldn't care less about other people's donations.
But Lord Wei couldn't stay idle either.
He had been too busy setting up the Alliance of Justice and Justice to bother finding a date, and had come directly.
That would have been impossible in the past.
As the helmsman of Wayne Industries, Lord Wei always had plenty of beautiful women around him, and they would come at his beck and call.
It was just that there would occasionally be some small problems with the way things were handled.
There would always be some women who would try to get his permanent credit card, preferably the kind that could be swiped without limit.
Of course, this was just a fantasy.
Old Master Wei had a professional team to properly 'clean up' these disposable 'birth control products'.
Therefore, even though he didn't bring a female companion, three beauties quickly gathered around him. At the same time, there were even more pairs of eyes staring at him, ready to join in.
Laoye Wei practically didn't need to use his brain to deal with these women.
Anyway, they weren't interested in his eloquence. They would find their own fun to talk about whatever he said.
For some reason, in this bustling and peaceful environment, Lord Wei thought of a certain someone who was still on a business trip in Europe.
Previously, he was having a headache over this person's misdeeds, but after more than ten days of peace, he felt that the surroundings had fallen into a deathly silence.
It wasn't that no one was doing bad things anymore, but that everything around them seemed to have returned to the lifeless atmosphere of the past few decades, like mud that had fallen to the bottom of a muddy pit.
There was no light, no future, no future. Just like that, in the abyss of decay and filth, from birth to death. Ran Wen Wen
He was jealous of Bale. Lord Wei was well aware of this, but he hadn't told anyone, including Guan Jiaxia and his other teammates in the Righteous Alliance.
It wasn't because Bale was handsome or stole the limelight, but because of the vigorous' vitality 'that he gave off, or rather, a' positive 'trend.
It wasn't just because of those battles, but also because of what Luke's company had done.
Although the recruitment plan was still in its infancy, Lord Wei could already see some signs of it.
The delivery and delivery systems that Luke was tinkering with in Gotham and Metropolis could take in tens of thousands of low-level workers who were willing to work.
As long as Luke insisted on not extracting a large amount of profit from them, these people would at least have a salary that could support their families.
For two cities with a combined population of more than ten million, these jobs weren't worth mentioning. But Luke did it in an orderly manner, and didn't seem impatient at all.
When he discussed it with Lord Wei, he said bluntly, "I'll change as much as I can. I'm not raising pigs. I'll make less money, but I can benefit tens of thousands of people. What's there to be dissatisfied about? "
Old Master Wei fell silent.
Could he do that? No.
Because he didn't have that much patience, and he didn't have trustworthy subordinates.
A system that involved tens of thousands of people would require money to operate.
A private jet that cost tens of millions of dollars was extravagant enough, right? Ignoring the specific cost, a simple calculation would only give these ten thousand workers a month or two's salary.
Lord Wei was afraid that he would personally cripple a bunch of corrupt subordinates before the system was established.
Luke also explained that he had a separate system to monitor those people to prevent such a situation from happening, but it wasn't suitable for other organizations.
Lord Wei couldn't set up a similar system on his own, which would be too obvious to target Luke.
So, he only invested ten million dollars in Luke's delivery and delivery systems, which could be considered a sponsorship.
Luke also welcomed him to monitor the two new companies at any time to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
Lord Wei didn't really believe that.
Since Luke dared to guarantee that there wouldn't be any major problems, but didn't explain how he was monitoring them, it could only mean that something was wrong.
It was very likely that some relatively dark methods were involved, and it was unlikely that a regular person could escape such surveillance.
This was also what puzzled Old Master Wei.
How could a person maintain a calm mind while watching evil and beating up bad guys? Especially when this process was ongoing, it required an incomparably tenacious belief.
Lord Wei knew what his conviction was, but he didn't know what Luke's conviction was.
Also, this "conviction" wasn't a belief in God, but a unique "point."
If it were any other bad guy, it might be "pain," and make others feel "pain" together with them.
It might be a "choice," a choice between life and death, or between heaven and hell.
This involved everyone's worldview and experience. It might look similar, but it was completely different on the inside.
As a bystander, Lord Wei could at most analyze it from various angles, and wouldn't be stupid enough to ask him what his "conviction" was.
Just as he was dealing with the beauty and thinking about life with his ability to multitask, a faint noise spread into the banquet hall.
The scene that was originally filled with toasts and laughter gradually quietened down. Many people looked towards the outside of the hall with inquiring gazes.
All the bigwigs of Gotham City were here. If they lost their temper, the company manager in charge of the banquet would definitely reprimand the waiters, or even deduct their bonuses.
Several waiters near the door immediately went out to check on the situation, ready to report back after figuring out the situation.
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