In the study at Gordon Manor, Barbara Gordon was bent over her writing. After quite a while, she finally looked up and adjusted her glasses. At that moment, Gordon, standing behind her, brought her a cup of hot tea and asked with a smile, "How are the accounts coming along?"
Barbara sighed helplessly. "The peripheral merchandise costs have already been calculated, so we can place orders with the manufacturers. The venue costs are still being worked out... Seriously, are you really planning to leave me to organize this entire concert by myself?"
"Of course not." Gordon sat down beside the desk and said, "Every gang member in Gotham is at your disposal. As long as you can make the concert happen, you can have them do whatever you want."
"The problem is that they don't know how to do anything!" Barbara said, nearly breaking down. "I met with them yesterday and suggested expanding the range of merchandise. They actually said metal pins were too girly and proposed selling grenades with the album logo printed on them instead! Have they even considered how much that would cost?!"
Barbara slammed the pen in her hand onto the table. "The most important thing in merchandise production is controlling costs, but those words don't exist in their brains. The gangs' financial management system is absolute shit..."
Gordon hurriedly tried to soothe her. "Don't get angry. You know they're all a bunch of amateurs. The cold-chain industry made them plenty of money recently, and now they all have cash burning holes in their pockets. Finish the report, and I'll take it to Evans tomorrow. He'll definitely approve it."
Barbara covered her forehead. "It's not just a financial issue. The entire concert's management plan is a complete mess. At this rate, I don't even know whether