Chapter 491: Schiller's New Industry (Part 2)

In the manor, the tassels of the gorgeous tablecloth with retro patterns swayed slightly. The midday sun was just right, and the food on the table was even more delicious. Merkel reached out and put the last plate straight. Schiller was walking down from upstairs.

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

When Schiller walked down the stairs, he heard the doorbell ring. Merkel walked up and opened the door. Mayor Luo Yin walked in angrily with a briefcase. When he came to the sofa in the reception room, he threw the briefcase on the sofa, put his hands on his hips, and stood there and sighed.

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

Luo Yin took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and then said: "It's okay, I just had a conference call, and I'm still a little emotional."

"Conference call, about something?"

"Do you remember the donations from the previous charity gala?" Luo Yin put one hand on his waist and the other hand on the back of the sofa, and he became more and more angry as he spoke: "Originally, the donations should be donated to the foundation, and then the foundation will conduct an investigation and decide the donations allocated to each city."

"But the people in the foundation refused to conduct an investigation on the grounds that Gotham's public security is too poor, and they only plan to give us the lowest donations, which are not even enough to build a road!"

"Besides, this kind of thing is not the first or second time. Before, when the state legislature allocated funds, some members proposed that Gotham's priority should be lowered, and part of the funds allocated to Gotham should be transferred to Metropolis..."

Luo Yin covered his forehead, his chest kept rising and falling, and he was obviously very angry. He said: "Among all the megacities on the East Coast, Gotham was the worst hit. Our temperature has dropped a lot this year. In addition to the snow There was a flood and a freeze. Several farms and farms in the suburbs were severely affected..."

"In addition, the logistics system we just developed has also been hit hard. We need money to repair it. We can't just rely on the gangs. They want to get ten times the return. If they are too much, it will cause a big mess."

"You are very sober." Schiller commented. Luo Yin shook his head and said a little disappointedly: "Only when I became the mayor of this damn city did I know that there is a reason why this city is so rotten today."

"The foundation, the state legislature and even the Congress, they have no intention of saving this place. They don't even allow us to save ourselves!"

"I suggested that the required funding could be reduced, but more snow removal machines and some seawater heating equipment were needed, but they all refused. It's not that they don't have these equipment, they just don't want to borrow them."

"They give me the feeling that they are afraid that this place will get better." Luo Yin said very confusedly.

"They are not afraid of this place getting better, but they are afraid that this place getting better has nothing to do with them. Wouldn't that make them seem incompetent?"

Schiller walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair. Luo Yin stood there and got angry for a while, then came to the dining table. Schiller said to him, "Wait a minute, we have two more guests."...

Luo Yin raised his hand and said, "You didn't say there were others. Who are they?"

"Oh, they are here." Schiller looked at the door, Merkel walked over again, opened the door, and Victor and Bruce were outside.

Several people greeted each other, Bruce and Victor sat down, and looked at Luo Yin and the others with some confusion. Schiller had not said when he invited them that there were others at the banquet today.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's eat first." Schiller picked up his knife and fork and started to prepare for lunch. The others also started to eat lunch. While eating, Schiller said, "How is the work of snow disaster relief and urban reconstruction?"

"Not very good." Luo Yin was still a little depressed. He said, "Money is needed everywhere, manpower is needed everywhere, but hiring people also needs money."

"The gangs are willing to build it quickly, but they are scattered and disorganized. They do their own things and the repairs are messy."

"Didn't you think of organizing them?"

It is precisely because the city government has no funds and Gotham is not a strong mayor system that my words are useless and almost no one listens. "

"Have you considered replenishing the city government's funds?"

Luo Yin sighed deeply again. He felt that Schiller was talking about something irrelevant today. While cutting the steak with a knife, he said, "How to replenish funds? Increase tax rates? The gangs will go crazy. The funding is unreliable and the tax rate cannot be changed..."

"What about developing new industries? "

"What new industries can be developed in Gotham? The logistics industry, which was just beginning to develop, was ruined by this year's snowstorm and the previous explosion. Few companies dare to build factories here, and the natural environment is not good enough..."

Luo Yin was almost unable to eat, but at this time, Schiller turned to Bruce and Victor and asked, "Have you any results for the research I commissioned you to do before?"

Victor shook his head first, then said: "I don't know where you got that mineral from, but the existing machines are completely unable to analyze its composition. I used some reagents to test its properties, but basically got no results."

Bruce also said in between drinking water: "Indeed, researchers in the Wayne Group laboratory came to the same conclusion."

Bruce put emphasis on the word "researcher", and Schiller understood his hint. The so-called researcher was actually himself.

"What are you talking about?" Luo Yin asked with some confusion.

Schiller waved to Merkel, and Merkel took a box from the museum shelf next to him. As soon as the box was opened, Luo Yin was dazzled. There was a very dazzling gem inside.

It was translucent, and there seemed to be some mist in the stone, but it was very dazzling, as if it had its own light source. Under different light angles, the mist inside would change. Luo Yin was attracted involuntarily and stared at him for a long time.

"What is this?"

"I named it mist crystal, but it is actually a peach pit that a glutton spit out after eating a peach. I cut it in the way of diamond cutting, 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 mist, it became translucent with a little mist, but this made it extremely beautiful and dazzling.

"This thing is very beautiful. I am happy to give it to others as a gift, but what does this have to do with the new industry?"

"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..."

Luo Yin racked his brains but couldn't think of any professional terms. He had this concept in his mind. He knew that some rare metals can be used as raw materials for key components of certain equipment, or have some irreplaceable special properties. Because they are relatively rare, they will be sold at high prices.

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

Schiller said it like a tongue twister. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Bruce and Victor and said: "A world-class chemist and cryostat, as well as the top researchers employed by the Wayne Group, have failed to crack the properties of this new unknown mineral..."

"Isn't that useless?" Luo Yin said directly.

"But this is only temporary. What if it is studied out in the future?" Schiller put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said:

"Any unknown new material is a blue ocean, not to mention that it has a guaranteed ornamental value. Even if it is found to have no special properties in the future, it still has a certain value due to its rarity and ornamental value."

"So, you want to..."

"Find a way to drive up its price, so that there will be a budget for disaster relief and reconstruction?"

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

Schiller's idea is actually easy to understand. It's nothing more than futures. When a new material whose properties researchers have not been able to crack appears, there will definitely be people willing to invest. This new mineral called mist crystal looks more like an ornamental gemstone, and its value is visible to the naked eye, so there should be no shortage of investors.

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

"That's 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 spot goods."

Bruce knew that what Schiller called new minerals was actually kryptonite that had been emptied of radiation. He also put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and then said: "That actually belongs to the art market. The ornamental value, mystery, and uniqueness can all be used for speculation."

"But..." Bruce glanced at Schiller and said: "Do you really plan to sell this thing? If you want to sell it, Wayne Group can buy it at a high price."

"Why do you want it? There is no radiation in it."

"I am also very interested in new materials. Just treat it as an investment."

Schiller sighed. Bruce had discovered his true intentions. He could only say: "Well, actually I don't plan to sell it."...

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

"Do you want to use it to cheat money?" Luo Yin asked again.

"Don't be so blunt. This is a brand new mineral. Even the top experts in various fields cannot figure out its composition."

"But it's useless."

"How do you prove it's useless?"

"Then how do you prove it's useful?"

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

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

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

Luo Yin put down his knife and fork, stretched out his hand, shook hands with Schiller, and said: "I believe that this will be the pillar industry of Gotham in the future."

Two days later, in the corridor of the manor, Merkel was holding a thick stack of documents in her arms, and a series of briefcases were hung on one arm.

Standing in front of the door, he knocked on it, then walked in, put down the file, and said, "Sir, this is the 24th file today. It was sent to the mailbox by a guy with green light all over his body. It is... Green Light Industry Logistics Support Plan Part 302..."

"In addition..." Merkel picked up the series of briefcases and stacked them one by one on the corner of the table, counting as he stacked them: "Mist Crystal Industry Development Plan 102, 104, 106..."

When he put the last box on the corner of the table, he looked around the room. The whole study was flooded with files. Whether it was on the floor, on the table, on the bookshelf, or even on the windowsill, all kinds of files were piled up.

Most of them were sent by various people with green light on their bodies, and a small part were sent by the newsboys who went to and from the mayor's office.

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

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

Then, his eyes went blank and he began to be dazed.

DC Schiller, who had just recovered from his injury and got up from the hospital bed to take over, had just come to his senses when the pile of documents that was higher than his head fell down with a "bang" and buried him directly.

When he climbed out of the vast sea of ​​documents, Schiller lowered his head and saw an abacus and a piece of paper. The notes on the paper were very familiar. It said:

"You're welcome. This is an abacus."