Chapter 1388 Red-Haired Female Reporter
The formal invitation letter from Bruce Wayne didn't say much. Smart people don't need too much nonsense to communicate. Bradlow quickly replied to the letter and accepted the invitation happily, saying that he would attend the event on time. "Business" reception.
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On the outskirts of Gotham City, at the main entrance of Wayne Manor, reporters from major TV stations crowded at the entrance of the manor, vying to take pictures of luxury cars driving into the manor.
Today's Wayne Manor is particularly lively. The wealthy Mr. Bruce Wayne has invited the most famous wealthy businessmen and celebrities from all walks of life in the country of hope, opening his private estate for the first time for business and social activities.
A capable and beautiful female reporter was blocked from the door by the manor's guards. She protested angrily: "I know your boss, Mr. Wayne. You can't stop me from going in for an interview just because I didn't get the invitation!"
The guard glanced at the badge hung by the female reporter indifferently, shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Louise Lane, I'm just completing my work. If there is no invitation letter and no man is willing to take you in, you can I can only stay here."
"This lady is with me."
Just when Louise was furious and wanted to continue arguing with the guards, a luxury car stopped, the window rolled down, and a bald young man stuck his head out and opened his mouth to help her out. The guards looked at When he saw the bald man's face, he was immediately in awe. He pointed to the other entrance respectfully and said, "Mr. Luther, please go this way with your female companion and enter the manor through the VIP passage."
Female reporter Louise was very reluctant to accept Luther's favor and frowned and hesitated. However, this was the first time that Wayne Manor was open to the public, and reporters were not allowed to enter the business reception. Rumor had it that Wayne was going to announce something at the reception. In order to get the first-hand news about a major event related to the future of the Wayne family, he had no choice but to compromise, accept the kindness of the bald young man, and get into his luxury car.
Seeing that their beautiful colleagues had gotten into the manor with a wealthy man, the other reporters who were blocked at the door of the manor were extremely jealous. There were also many female reporters with outstanding looks who tried to stop the luxury car to see if they could hit it. By luck, they met a rich man who was willing to take them into the manor.
However, the wishes of these female reporters have come to nothing. Not to mention whether the rich people who are always surrounded by beautiful women can take a fancy to their beauty. Even if there are some lecherous people who are willing to let the female reporters get on the bus, they are still stopped by the guards. , telling these people that their weight is far inferior to that of Lex Luthor, and they are not qualified to bring a female companion to the venue.
April O'Neal is one of the countless lost female reporters. She is a beauty with red hair, a petite figure but a bumpy figure. Although she is wearing a brown work suit and is dressed a little rustic, she exudes a unique youthfulness. charm.
April has few connections in the upper class. Her area of expertise is grabbing on-the-spot breaking news. She has not been involved in the fields of finance, finance, and wealthy gossip. Seeing that many female reporters who are more beautiful than her have been blocked, she guessed that this time I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the manor, and I won't be able to grab any news.
At this moment, a luxury car parked next to her, the door of the luxury car opened, and a slightly childish voice came from the car: "Are you April, the on-site reporter from New York TV station? Get in the car, I can take you into the manor.”
April looked at the sound in surprise, but saw a rather unfamiliar face of a child. The speaker was a beautiful Asian boy. Her professionalism as a reporter came into play, and she searched in the memory bank. The female reporter exclaimed: "You are the youngest entrepreneur and philanthropist Bredlow in history! How do you know me?"
The beautiful boy smiled and said: "I occasionally watch TV. You often appear in reports on environmental protection and care about the lives of the people at the bottom, which left a deep impression on me. Frankly speaking, I admire you very much."
April was quite flattered, and quickly ran back to the interview car to take out the portable camera, abandoned her photographer, and jumped into the boy's luxury car.
When the car drove to the gate of the manor, the guard checked Bredero's invitation letter and also gave him VIP treatment, allowing him to bring his female companion into the venue.
The luxury car passed the checkpoint easily. Spurrier couldn't help but be a little surprised and asked: "Are you familiar with Mr. Wayne? People who can get VIP invitations have a close relationship with Mr. Wayne, otherwise they will not be considered rich. Even if you are in a high position, you can’t get it even if you have a huge amount of money.”
The young man thought for a moment and said, "I'm not familiar with him, I've only met him once or twice, but my mother has a good relationship with him."
"Why are you willing to help me?" the young female reporter continued to ask curiously: "I don't think it's just because I like to report on environmental news."
"I heard that you have a good relationship with a few turtles hiding in the sewers of New York." The young man said frankly: "If you have the opportunity, introduce them to me. I am very interested in them."
April immediately became alert and asked cautiously: "How do you know I know the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? What do you want to do to them?"
"Don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions towards them. The purpose of contacting them is entirely out of universal love."
The boy said casually: "If you know me well enough, you should know that I am a philanthropist who loves nature. I have funded animal protection social change activities that empower animals with human rights, and established the Life-Moving Foundation.
But considering that animals want to have human rights, they must have certain intelligence. You cannot forcefully say that cats and dogs are smarter than other animals and are cute, so they should have human rights. But if cats and dogs can talk like those ninja turtles, With the same level of intelligence as humans, able to participate in social production, become workers, and form a new intelligent race, then granting them human rights becomes feasible from a legislative perspective..."
April knew about Bredlow's deeds and knew that he was committed to the environmental protection cause of greening the desert and the charity of supporting orphans. He invested huge amounts of donations in this area and achieved extraordinary results.
Just recently, the Bredlow Foundation planted a large dense forest from scratch in the Sahara Desert, completely changing the desert's natural environment. It was widely reported around the world and was hailed as a "green miracle."
In terms of supporting orphans, the hardware facilities and teaching staff of the orphanage funded by Bredero are better than those of many aristocratic schools. The orphans have received good care. I can’t say that they live a happier life than many children with both parents, but at least they have a better life. The material conditions have surpassed those of children with average family conditions.
Granting human rights to animals is another controversial universal value of the White Left. However, Bredreau unexpectedly planned to achieve this by first giving animals intelligence and then fighting for human rights for intelligent animals. April was not able to judge. Is his idea crazy or correct?
(For a little popular science, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and DC superheroes live in the same world, and Batman has also cooperated with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.)