The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the manor, the tassels hanging from the gorgeous tablecloth with retro patterns swayed slightly. The noon sun was just right, and the food on the table against the background was more delicious. Merkel reached out and straightened the last plate.

He looked up at the watch on the wall, and Merkel also looked down at his watch and said: The guests will be here soon.

When Schiller came down the stairs, he heard the doorbell ring. Merkel stepped forward to open the door. Mayor Roy came in angrily with a briefcase and came to the sofa in the living room. Throwing the briefcase on the sofa, putting his hands on his waist, he stood there and sighed.

What's wrong? Schiller looked him up and down. Roy was still wearing a windbreaker and felt hat, with unmelted snowflakes on his shoulders, and his expression looked a little gloomy.

Roy took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and said, It's okay, I just had a conference call, and I haven't adjusted my emotions yet.

Conference call, about what?

Do you remember the donations from the previous charity gala? Roy put one hand on his hips and leaned on the back of the sofa with the other, becoming more and more angry as he said, Originally, the donation should be donated to the foundation, and then the foundation will conduct an investigation and decide on each Donations allocated by the city.

However, those people from the foundation refused to conduct the investigation in the name of the poor law and order in Gotham. They only planned to distribute the lowest donation to us, and the money was not even enough to build a road!

Moreover, this kind of thing didn't happen once or twice. Before, when the state legislature appropriating funds, some members suggested that Gotham's priority should be lowered, and a part of the appropriation for Gotham should be transferred to the metropolis...

Roy covered his forehead, his chest kept heaving, and he was obviously very angry. He said: Among all the megacities on the east coast, Gotham is the worst hit. Our temperature has dropped a lot this year. In addition to the snow disaster, 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 hit hard, and money is needed to repair it. We can't just point at the gangsters. They want to get a lot of money if they pay a penny. If you are coerced by them If it’s too powerful, there will be a big mess.”

You are very sober. Schiller commented, Roy 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 legislature, even Congress, they don't have any intention of saving this place, they don't even allow us to save ourselves!

I offered to lower the funding required, just need more snow removal machines, and some equipment to warm the sea water, but they all refused. It's not that they don't have these 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. Roy said very confused.

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 too incompetent?

As Schiller walked to the dining table and pulled the chair away, Roy stood still and got angry for a while, and then came to the dining table. Schiller said to him, Wait a minute, we still have two guests.

Roy picked it up but didn't say: You didn't say there was someone else, who is it?

Oh, they're here. Schiller looked towards the door, Merkel walked over again, and after opening the door, Victor and Bruce were outside.

Several people greeted each other. Bruce and Victor sat down and looked at Roy. They were also a little puzzled. When Schiller invited them, he didn't say that there were others in today's banquet.

Okay, everyone is here, let's eat first. As he said, Schiller picked up the knife and fork and began to prepare the meal. Several other people also started to eat lunch. While eating, Schiller said, Snow disaster What about disaster relief and urban reconstruction efforts?

It's not good. Roy was still in a depressed mood. He said, Money is needed everywhere, and manpower is needed everywhere, but hiring people also requires money.

The gangsters intend to build it quickly, but they are scattered and unorganized. They do their own things and the repairs are messy.

Don't you want to organize them?

Because the city government has no funds, and Gotham is not a strong mayoral system, what I say is useless and almost no one listens.

Have you thought about enriching the funds of the city government?

Roy sighed deeply again. He felt that Schiller was a little bit reckless today. He cut the steak fiercely with a knife and said, How to enrich the funds? Raise the tax rate? The gangsters will Crazy, appropriations are unreliable, and tax rates can't be moved...

What about developing new industries?

Where is there any new industry that can be developed in Gotham? The logistics industry that was just about to develop has been messed up by this year's snowstorm and the previous explosion. Few companies dare to come here to build factories, and the natural environment is not good enough... ...

Roy was almost out of food, but at this moment, Schiller turned to Bruce and Victor and asked, Is there any result from the thing I commissioned you to study?

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 test its properties , but basically got no results.

Bruce also said between drinking water: Indeed, researchers at the Wayne Group Laboratory gave the same conclusion.

Bruce bites the accent on the word researcher, and Schiller takes his cue that the so-called researcher is actually himself.

What are you talking about? Roy asked with some doubts.

Schiller beckoned to Merkel, and Merkel took a box from the museum shelf next to it knowingly. As soon as the box was opened, Roy was dazzled. There was a very bright gem in it.

It is translucent. There seems to be some vague mist in the stone, but it is very bright. It seems to have its own light source. Under different light angles, the mist inside will change. Roy can't help being attracted. , stared at him for a long time.

What's this?

I named it Foggy Crystal, but it's actually a peach pit spit out by a glutton after eating a peach. I cut it according to the way a diamond is cut, and it became like this.

Schiller took the gem out of the box and put it in his hand. This gem is actually kryptonite without radiation. It was originally transparent, but after being spit out by the gray fog, it turned into a dotted gem. The mist is translucent, but this makes it extremely beautiful, so bright that people can't take their eyes off it.

It's a beautiful thing, and I'd love to give it as a gift, but what does that have to do with new industries?

Do you think it has any economic value as a new material?

Economic value? That depends on what it can do. Does it have any special properties? For example...

Roy racked his brains and couldn't think of any professional terms. He had this concept in his mind and knew that some rare metals could be used as raw materials for key components of certain equipment, or had some irreplaceable special properties. It is rare, so it will be fired to a high price.

Its special property is that no one knows what its special property is.

Schiller spoke like a tongue twister, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand, pointed to Bruce and Victor, and said: A world-class chemist and cryogenic scientist, as well as top researchers employed by the Wayne Group, have failed to Deciphering the properties of this new unknown mineral...

Isn't that useless? Roy said directly.

However, this is only temporary. What if it is discovered later? Schiller put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said:

Any unknown new material is a blue ocean. What's more, it has a guaranteed ornamental value. Even if it is found to have no special properties in the future, it has a certain value due to its rarity and ornamental value.

So, you want to...

Find a way to increase its price, won't there be a budget for disaster relief and reconstruction?

Where is the mine for this thing? Is the output stable? Roy also knows something about this aspect.

Schiller's thinking is actually easy to understand. It is nothing more than futures. A new material whose properties have not been cracked by researchers will surely be willing to invest in it. 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 no shortage of investors.

The remaining problem is that investors will definitely inspect the mine and the stability of mineral output, and then decide the investment amount and investment cycle.

This is 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 the spot.

Bruce knew that Schiller's so-called new mineral was actually kryptonite that had been evacuated from radiation. He also put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and said, That actually belongs to the art market, with ornamental value, mystery, and orphans. It can all be used for hype.

But... Bruce glanced at Schiller and said, Are you really planning 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 here anymore.

I'm also very interested in new materials, so just treat it as an investment.

Schiller sighed, Bruce had discovered his true intentions, and he could only say, Well, I didn't actually plan to sell it.

You said, if this mineral has some therapeutic effects based on unknown principles, such as prolonging life, after some special treatment, it can be made into medicine, or health care products...

You want to use it to cheat money? Roy asked sharply again.

Don't say it so bluntly, this is a brand new mineral, and even the top experts in various fields cannot decipher its composition.

But it's useless.

How do you prove it's useless?

Then how do you prove it works?

Although I can't prove it's useful, you can't prove it's useless either...

Although I can't prove that it's useless, you also...

Stop! Schiller stopped the meaningless tongue twister, and said, I just want to cheat money, can you do it?

Roy put down the knife and fork, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Schiller, saying, I believe this will be the pillar industry of Gotham in the future.

Two days later, in the hallway of the manor, Merkel was holding a thick stack of documents in her arms, and a series of briefcases hung 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 for today, it was sent to the mailbox by a guy with a green light, it is... …Green Light Industrial Logistics Support Program Part 302…”

In addition... Merkel picked up the series of briefcases, stacked them one by one to the corner of the table, and counted while stacking: Case 102, Case 104, Case 106 of the fog crystal industry development plan...

When he put the last box on the corner of the table, he looked around the room. The entire study room was flooded with documents. Whether it was on the ground, on the table, on the bookshelf, or even on the window sill, all kinds of documents were piled up. document.

More than half of them were sent by various people with green lights on their bodies, and a small half were sent by newsboys who went to and from the mayor's office.

In just two days, Schiller was overwhelmed by the enormous amount of work brought about by the two huge plans he had developed.

Schiller, who was sitting on the chair, lowered his head and took out the abacus from the drawer, and slapped it on the table.

Then, his eyes went blank and he began to stare blankly.

DC Schiller, who had just recovered from his injuries and got up from the hospital bed to take over, had just recovered when the pile of documents that was higher than his head fell down with a bang, directly burying him in it.

When he crawled out from the vast sea of ​​documents, Schiller lowered his head and saw an abacus and a note. The note on the note was very familiar. It read:

You're welcome, this is an abacus.

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