Money!

Wow!!!

In an instant, the scene became incredibly exciting.

The reporters, who were originally sitting in chairs, are now taking notes and recording how Bruce Wayne is going to start his excuses; they have already thought it all through.

Seize every gap in Bruce Wayne's words, ponder and analyze the ambiguity in each sentence, and write a reliable news report with great effort.

Now that's unnecessary; the entire scene was stunned for a moment, and then erupted into riots.

The reporters stood up from their chairs and tables. The female reporters, who had been very poised with their legs crossed, were now quite flustered. They stood up in shock, leaning forward and constantly pushing their Mike forward, even if it was just a little bit towards Bruce Wayne.

The flashbulbs on the scene kept going off, their silvery-white light flashing incessantly.

Is this true?

"Mr. Wayne, what are your thoughts on the identity of Batman of the Night?"

"Batman, is this yet another joke of yours?"

"Why did you become Batman?"

Does Batman satisfy your perverse tastes?

"There is footage showing that Batman also had the Batmobile and the Batplane. May we be allowed to see them?"

"Is this a joke, Mr. Batman, to openly challenge Gotham's law enforcement?"

"What are your plans for dealing with the Gotham underworld now, Batman?"

Are you going out again tonight?

In an instant, a large number of reporters swarmed around him, almost shoving Mike into Ba Di's face.

Not to mention the reporters' shock, even Bruce's butler, Alfred, was stunned.

Sir, this is not a good joke.

Just as Ba Di was about to speak again, Alfred stepped in, cut off the reporter's microphone, and ordered the bodyguards present to keep the reporters at a distance, before ending the press conference.

The entire press conference shocked the world. Alfred secretly wiped away a bead of sweat. His master hadn't told him anything like this. Even though he knew his master was exceptionally intelligent and had all sorts of plans in mind, he still had to step forward and stop him from continuing.

This involves too many things.

The reaction from Gotham Group's stock, the government, even the military, the Gotham City Government, city councilors, and even Gotham's mob gangs—given that nine out of ten Gotham gangs have been beaten up by Batman —is practically a given.

He wasn't worried about his own master; rather, he was concerned about the safety of Wayne Enterprises ' employees.

Alfred was starting to get a headache.

"Dear journalists, this press conference is now adjourned. We will release further information later."

After Alfred finished speaking, he escorted Ba Di away along a path cleared by bodyguards.

Despite his advanced age, Alfred remains physically robust. Habits inherited from his years as a Britain agent and his consistent physical exercise allow him to handle any situation effectively and nimbly.

As they left the conference room, Alfred whispered helplessly in Ba Di's ear, "Sir, I haven't received your plan to admit I'm Batman. You know, you're not one to joke around."

Ba Di smiled faintly as he and Alfred walked toward the elevator, their reflections shimmering on the marble floor.

"Plans are always changing, Alfred, and unexpected things can happen at any time."

Ba Di adjusted the sides of his suit jacket. He looked at the glass wall of the passageway next to him, which reflected Bruce's strong body, his well-fitting suit, his sharp and rugged features, and his calm and steady demeanor. Just by looking at him, he seemed like a mature man worthy of trust.

"Then please let me know, sir, that my old heart can't take a fright."

"I'm sorry, Alfred, I'll tell you next!"

"Get me in touch with the Elliot Family, the Kane Family, and the Cobblepot Family in Gotham. I want to invite their leaders to dinner tomorrow night to discuss the future of Gotham."

"Also, give me a separate Wayne's Innovation Network Technology Application Department; I need to create something new."

"I will issue a plan to the Military Weapons Department, and put other matters aside for now. We will proceed with manufacturing according to my plan."

"I need to get in touch with the top brass of the American Military, to the Generals' Conference, and tell them that I have a batch of weapons to discuss with them, and they will like it."

"Contact the Gotham Mayor, the Gotham Police Department... um... never mind, it's too corrupt here. I'll go through the United States Congress to implement a city-wide PRISM program to improve the crime-ridden city."

"Is this mayor a supporter of our Wayne Group? That's perfect, Gordon is still a deputy director? We're supporting him and need to promote him to director as soon as possible."

"Finally, Alfred, I need a group of mercenaries, the best, the most elite, about a thousand men."

"My current personal assets are approximately $7.6 billion, which I can squander as I please and invest in this Gotham reform."

Ba Di calmly stepped into the elevator. "That's all for now."

Alfred's head was spinning. Although he remembered what Ba Di had said, he still asked, "Sir... what are you trying to do?"

Alfred followed Ba Di into the elevator, asking with a shocked expression, sensing something unusual.

It seemed that the master was about to carry out unprecedented reforms.

Simply investing all his personal assets into what he's talking about would be enough to change a lot.

Not to mention, the master also owns numerous shares in Wayne Enterprises, and his various industries and real estate holdings exceed hundreds of billions of US dollars. It is difficult to estimate his assets at this time.

It's important to know from the arrival of Ba Di that it's only around 2000 now, far from the time of monetary inflation and the emergence of countless billionaires in 2018.

It's no surprise that Bruce's superpower is wealth, and it's not just talk.

Unfortunately, Ba Di didn't care about this amount of money, because he was richer and owned more territory than Bruce, and he looked down on such a small sum.

"Gotham is sick, and it needs a serious illness."

"Ba Di said calmly."

The elevator doors slowly closed, the bright steel plates reflecting Bruce's mature and composed face, his eyes filled with composure. Behind him, Alfred frowned slightly, beginning to plan and consider his master's words.

suddenly.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close.

A pair of large hands crossed and inserted into the elevator doors that were about to close.

The elevator seemed to be gently turned by those large hands; its legs trembled slightly, and it swayed a little.

The elevator door, which was only a crack wide, creaked open faster than it could sense an object opening, and was pushed open by those large hands.

A man with black-rimmed glasses and a dull appearance, his hair slightly disheveled from running, wearing a reporter badge from the Planet Daily on his chest, pushed open the elevator door with apparent difficulty, raising his head as bodyguards pulled him from behind.