[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

3 days later is the repayment day, Weiwei opened her asset interface——

[Current public funds: 0 (215 million gold coins)]

——[You have invested all the funds (215 million charitable funds) in the construction of the East District and underground construction]

[Currently converted public fixed assets: 225 million gold coins (412 million gold coins not recorded in assets)]

——[Iceberg Restaurant, Penguin's other shares and land]

——[not included in the public fixed assets belonging to the city hall but the city hall is not used for auction, such as the land in the east end]

[Current personal funds: 72 million gold coins/120 diamonds]

——[You have invested your personal assets in Iceberg Construction Company]

[Current personal fixed assets: 711 million gold coins]

——[All the precious goods smuggled by the Penguin are currently stored in your package]

[Estimated to repay the bank debt at the end of the month: 154 gold coins]

[Estimated fixed expenditure at the end of the month: 80 million gold coins]

In other words, Weiwei owed more than 200 million gold coins to pay back, and the money she could use was only 72.

In fact, she can repay the loan at any time, as long as she takes out the contents of the package and sells them on the black market, and resumes the work of the Penguin, and sells it as Mr. C, an old backer. The violin must be very happy, he is a familiar hand up.

But it would be short-sighted to see these dangerous weapons flowing into the black market, which would soon create new gangs.

Or sell Penguin's Iceberg restaurant, anyway, Weiwei doesn't plan to open a restaurant.

But she had received reports before that no one dared to take over this tricky restaurant.

Because they are still afraid of Penguin.

There are also people who are not afraid of Penguin, but they are still watching.

Charity funds can be withdrawn for emergencies, but Weiwei will not do so until the very moment. It was agreed that all of them will be used for charity. If it is discovered that the money has been embezzled, even if it is only a little, the mayor’s reputation will be damaged. re-exist.

She also won't use her own money, which is what she used to buy the goods in the gold coin mall. The planning is getting more and more shameless, and certain single items that cannot be purchased repeatedly are getting more and more expensive. She is still worried about these three days. Just spend the money.

"Wayne? No," Weiwei was sitting on the window sill on the second floor of the church. The street trees in the distance were glowing again. She looked away, "I can't cheat good people every time."

Mr. Bruce Wayne, philanthropist, playboy, extreme sports enthusiast, a nice guy who can get money out of his pocket as long as he thinks up an excuse, Vivi can ask for him for reasons like "building the East End" Money, because the money will really be used for charity, but she can't cheat a kind NPC - after all, there are so many bastards who don't pay.

She leisurely jumped down from the second floor, trotted into the dark alley, and disappeared in the next second.

A black bat hangs on the edge of the gargoyle, her face is reflected in the crimson pupils, and then, the bat flaps its wings and flies away, with a shimmer of metal shining from its joints.

In the Batcave, Dick stared at the video coming back from the bat-shaped surveillance probe, and said to Bruce, "I thought you were going to approach her,"

With a disguise, or with Bruce Wayne himself?

"The spray paint that makes the living dead work doesn't have a magical reaction," Bruce didn't answer him directly. "She didn't even think about getting it back after giving it to you, which means it's not uncommon for her."

He glanced at Dick, then aimed the spray paint at the wall, which would produce a fixed pattern if he didn't move it deliberately.

A red, crooked smiley face.

"It's got all the ingredients right, but it does play a role in the fight, like those speed limit signs."

"Ummm so this is stronger magic?"

Bruce glanced at him: "Think about those nails? If she can use magic, then there is no need to use those words to deal with the black mask. When we meet 'Vivi', there is only one peculiarity she shows. [teleport]."

"Wait a minute, Bruce," Tim raised his hand, who had been silent all this time, "There is still immortality, she can be resurrected."

Bruce controlled the computer, his voice was cold, he seemed to have entered the state of Batman, and asked, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"You see a dead body, and then the body is snatched by the gargoyle, and then you see a living person, intact, wearing the same, brand new clothes."

"Just believe what you see," Bruce said, "even your eyes can deceive you."

Dick spread his hands and sighed, "You're always so suspicious, you don't even trust Alfred."

It was Bruce's own words, and he admitted it, and Dick could accept his thoughts, because Bruce's caution had saved him many times in times of crisis, but Dick always felt tired.

【"Should they still think of themselves as employees of the steel factory, not under the black mask?"】

【"The living dead still have low intelligence, so can they experience happiness?"】

When Dick was talking to Vivi, these voices were naturally captured. Now, these two sentences are played in a loop in the Batcave.

"'Think,'" said Batman, "and 'happy.'"

"It appears that the undetectable spray paint works on a conscious level," he said. "She once said that she could use 'willpower' to get rid of the spray paint. I think I can try it."

Dick's eyes widened, and Tim also leaned over: "Wait a minute, Bruce, we can choose other people to do some experiments first, and we don't necessarily have to come in person."

"Yes," Dick emphasized, "although the spray paint didn't hurt those workers, it just made them work, but what if Mr. C can remotely control the function of this thing? What if I brought it back on purpose?"

"Then we're all under his watch. It's meaningless. Don't worry, I have a plan B."

Bruce took the spray paint and sprayed it on the soles of his feet, his expression suddenly became strange.

"how do you feel?"

Bruce took a deep breath and said lightly, "I feel like I can go to the company to handle documents now."

Dick and Tim look at each other: Damn, this spray paint is broken!

Bruce glanced at them, he turned and left, but he didn't leave the Batcave, but walked towards his armor. He stared at the armor, his expression changed slightly: "This is indeed a prop that acts on the level of consciousness."

"If I think I'm Batman, then I want to do Batman's work, and if I think I'm Bruce Wayne, then I want to go back to the company," he said.

You think you're Bruce... don't you want to sign checks, grab someone with the Stark next door, and take cover girl on board your new yacht?Dick sneered.

"If I did..." Bruce whispered, "I would, be happy."

It was truly a terrifying object, and at that moment, he was almost overwhelmed by the long-lost joy, he was able to resist the fear, but he could hardly resist the joy.He thought about the time he spent with his parents, about becoming a real father and son with Dick, about that lively child... He stared at the crooked smiling faces on the wall and said, "These sprays must be destroyed."

Its pleasure is poisonous, more terrible than all drugs.

After making enough preparations, he will contact that child. Maybe she is really kind, but she just needs to be educated to correct her own ideas, but the people behind her may not be.

The child he thought was not a child at this time.

Vivi switched her identity as mayor and was sitting in the VIP room of Gotham Central Bank, yawning.

The bank manager opposite her couldn't help rubbing her eyes for the third time. It was already very late. It is currently three o'clock in the morning on the 28th, and the system is set for the whole day on the 31st. As long as the money arrives, it will be deducted directly, so Weiwei is full of money There are less than three days left.

Can time fly so fast?

Why does she feel that she hasn't played the game for long!

They are waiting for the president to appear, because the amount that Weiwei wants to borrow is too large.

This time she was accompanied by a new secretary, because both of her secretaries were busy with work, so she picked a pleasing scene from the new parliament.

Half an hour later, Weiwei walked out of the bank and said to the driver, "Go to Plantagenet Bank."

She used the Bingshan restaurant as a loan, and the central bank was willing to provide 500 million gold coins, but Weiwei suddenly remembered at this moment that besides this bank, there is another bank that can provide her with more money, and... no need to pay it back.

Plantagenet Bank is also an old bank in Gotham City. Compared with the central bank that was bombed by Bain and the Sionis Bank that was bombed by the Joker, the bank named after Plantagenet has been standing still .

——This is what Vivi learned while chatting with the manager while waiting.

The game always hides a lot of Easter eggs in the details. For example, Weiwei will know which banks have been attacked by checking the data, but no one will tell her which ones have never been attacked. , will probably ignore the details that can only be obtained by talking with these NPCs.

Its age may be as old as the Wayne family's history, and it is only willing to receive those rich people in Gotham City, the VIPs among the VIPs. It is said that if they do not have a deposit of more than [-] million US dollars in the Plantagenet Bank, they will not even dare. Talk and laugh at the banquet.

At this time, the panel in front of her showed the industry flow of the Winster family. The member of the owl court who surrendered to her before had confessed everything. His family has a long history, but it has long been inferior to rich people like Wayne. , It is said that their family has only opened accounts at Plantagenet Bank for generations.

After he grows up, naturally the same is true.

She asked the AI ​​to retrieve the computer, and soon found that among the members of the owl court sent by the twenty-five boy Winster, almost all of them had only had an intersection with this bank.

"I'm one of the owls, too," she thought, grinning, "so naturally I have to keep pace with everyone, don't I?"

She asked the secretary to stay in the car and walked in by herself.

At four o'clock in the morning, the bank sits in an ancient building, brightly lit, and the door opens like the mouth of a behemoth devouring gold coins.

Not long after, she sat in a more luxurious VIP room again, and leisurely made a call: "Mrs. Rosssay?"

"...I hope you have something really important to call me at this hour, you uneducated little bastard!"

The voice on the other side was full of the gnashing of teeth interrupted at four o'clock in the morning.

"I need your help, dear lady..."

Half an hour later, Weiwei left the bank, smiling and waving to the president.

She mortgaged the iceberg restaurant and got four times the amount of gold coins.

In other words, on her account now——

[Current public funds: 800 million gold coins (215 million charitable donations)]

[Currently converted public fixed assets: 25 million gold coins (412 million gold coins not recorded in assets)]

"Secretary," Weiwei tilted her head and looked at the girl beside her, "You said you once deposited money in the central bank, what happened afterwards? I'm surprised that it didn't go bankrupt after suffering such a terrible accident."

Probably because he was able to communicate with Weiwei, the secretary said a lot excitedly: "Yes, I still remember that everyone was panicked at that time, and they went to withdraw money as soon as the matter was over—"

"But we couldn't get cash. Fortunately, three days later, the bank transferred cash from other cities, suppressing the rush to withdraw money. During this period, the bank has been unable to operate, and we are all worried that it will not be able to survive. After the chaos, it did take over a month for it to work properly, including lending..."

Weiwei couldn't help nodding: Fortunately, the central bank survived the terrorist attack.

But she hoped that when Plantagenet Bank was bombed, it wouldn't be able to hold on.

She said: This bank can provide more money.

No need to pay back.