Chapter 2283: Golden City Late Autumn (Forty-Seven)

After finding their hometown on fire, the gangsters didn't care about the banquet and hurried back. However, their escape completely cut them off from Gotham's upper class society.

Let's not talk about who hosted the banquet. Although it seems that the towering trees shook the foundation of Rodriguez Manor and turned the garden into a mess, the banquet may have to be held the next day. But things have come to this. Shouldn't they leave in an orderly manner and express regret and condolences to the host of the banquet?

The upper class is like this. Lose the battle but not the battle, lose the inside but not the face. Whoever can be hypocritical in the end will win.

And although the battle just now was interrupted by special circumstances, it was still a fight after all. Everyone was covered in dust and it was hard to tell if anyone was injured.

At this time, those who didn't help should naturally check the injuries of the heroes and provide as much help as possible. This is not kindness, but a moral issue. Gangs should be the most moral.

The owner of the manor invited you, and an accident happened, the house collapsed, and people were injured. You didn't say you would help, and you didn't even say hello. When something happened in your own house, you ran back in a hurry. If you were an ordinary person, there would be nothing to say, and you would just take care of your own business.

But the gangs have always claimed to be the creators and managers of Gotham's order, and they think they are the ones who are in charge of Gotham. How can you convince people if you only care about yourself after something happens?

So even though there was a lot of fighting in the North District, basically no one went to help. The few superheroes who wanted to go changed their minds when they learned that there were basically no people in the manor there, and there were no residential areas at all.

In their view, money and antiques are all external things. Only the manor and property were destroyed. Shouldn't these gangsters be thankful? It was obviously the banquet at Rodriguez Manor that helped them escape the disaster, otherwise when the thunder was furious, they would have turned into ashes with the building.

So this behavior was particularly indecent, and no one was willing to mention it. As a result, people found that the young godfather did not leave, and walked out with Schiller.

"I have to announce a good news here." Schiller said with a smile: "A few years ago, I witnessed the wedding ceremony of the Falcones as a witness. Just now, I learned another good news. Mrs. Falcone is pregnant."

Cheers immediately rang out in the hall. No matter when and where anyone hears such good news, humans will always be happy to have one more compatriot.

Alberto just smiled faintly. In fact, he had learned the news two weeks ago. The pregnant woman is currently in the most stable period, so it’s okay to go out, but he has to find a reason for not going back.

"The accident just now was an accident. I must express my most sincere apologies to everyone. Now the southeast corner of the foundation of this house is damaged. It is difficult to ensure the integrity of the building. It is not safe for everyone to continue the banquet here."

"Although my manor needs to be repaired, a victory worth celebrating just now has taken place, and I cannot interrupt my godson's graduation celebration ceremony, so please move to the Wayne Hotel, where the second half of the banquet will be held."

Bruce stood in another direction and nodded to everyone. Soon, several special cars of the Wayne Hotel drove to the door of Rodriguez Manor. Guests got on the cars one after another, and the motorcade drove towards the Wayne Hotel.

No one questioned why the Wayne Hotel could organize another banquet immediately. Please, it is a hotel of the Wayne Group. The buffet there is almost always equipped with the world's top banquets. The swimming pool on the rooftop is the best party place for celebrities to show their status. So many hundreds of people can't be found even if they are scattered in it.

Schiller also took the last car to the Wayne Hotel, but this was a big deal. The Wayne Hotel was full at this time, and all the people living there were tourists from all over the world who flocked to the Gotham Music Festival.

These tourists were not those European and American backpackers. Even the cheapest standard room in the Wayne Hotel was definitely not affordable for ordinary people. Moreover, it was the tourist season, and single rooms with views here could be booked for 30,000 US dollars a night. It was before the millennium.

In the buffet restaurant, the guests who were dining soon discovered that a group of uninvited guests had invaded here, and then they discovered even faster that this group of weirdos looked not simple, and more importantly, the proportion of handsome men and beautiful women among them was too high.

Some people thought that this was a group of models brought by the pool party, but soon they recognized Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince from them. The three of them are indeed the three most famous people in the universe now.

Clark Kent is a well-known reporter in Metropolitan City because of his continuous coverage of Batman. In fact, he is more famous for his handsome appearance and the stories that he and Batman have to tell in the gossip tabloids.

Not to mention Batman, who is already the most famous mascot in Gotham, and it is expected that his fame will increase by about 10 times in the next 24 hours to 7 days.

Diana Prince is a veteran star, and she has attended world-class events. The title of Amazon Princess is both mysterious and noble, but she comes and goes without a trace, and most people have never encountered her.

The three of them came in the same car, and were discussing things about the Green of All Things and Barbatos, mainly Diana was explaining some secret history to them.

But the tourists didn't know that they were all superheroes and there were connections between them. It would be fine if there were only Batman and Clark, at most it would be a gossip story between a rich man and a little reporter, but if there was a princess, the gossip about the three of them would be much more exciting.

Tourists came up to ask for autographs, and many tourists who were resting in the room were called down by their companions. For a while, the Wayne Group's buffet restaurant was crowded and very lively.

"Hey, boy, can you take a picture for us? Okay, thank you... Oh, you take a really good picture, are you a reporter? God, researcher, you are so awesome, aren't you?"

"Hello sir, uh, can we take a picture together? By the way, the shield in your hand... ah, no, it didn't block me, but I just think, well, it's so cool!"

"Hello, lady, are you Russian? Yes, me too, I live in St. Petersburg, I came here to participate in the music festival, I have a music company under my name, oh, have you been there? Are you from Moscow?"

"... Yes, it has nothing to do with it. When I was 42 years old, I was also diagnosed with uterine fibroids, which were about the size of a peanut. No, no, no, it's not that scary at all. This thing can be operated on. Simply put, it hurts the most when you take anesthesia, and then everything goes with the flow..."

As more people came, the scene naturally became lively, and Schiller also gave a new speech.

"I am glad that we are all gathered here, in this city, in this gradually cool autumn, to witness a student and a city taking the most important step in the years of hardship, disappointment and renewed hope."

"My godson Alexander Luther has a sharp wisdom and great ambitions. I am afraid I have to talk about the theme of his graduation project, which is to make the city see the sun again."

"He comes from a sunny metropolis. I think some of you are from there, and most of the legends you hear about Gotham are always dark and dark."

"In the past few years, this city is indeed like this, but there is a person who did not choose to sneer and laugh after hearing such legends. Instead, he chose to come here in person and save it. "

"I don't want to say that all aspects of Gotham's progress are attributed to him. Many excellent people present here have been guiding him and leading him forward. Today's banquet is to thank you all."

"What we should be most thankful for today is that the boy's bold fantasy and frivolous boasting did not fall from the land of light into the darkness and shattered, but was lifted up by people with great ambitions like him. It will turn into a white bird and fly to God, telling the Lord about the thousands of good things he has given to the world, but only his unswerving determination should make him toast. "

Schiller saw that the light in the eyes of several Batmans in the crowd was brighter than others after hearing these words, and he knew it was time to toast.

Schiller raised his glass, and everyone in the field raised their glasses together. When they drank and celebrated together, a cold autumn rain in Gotham finally took away the heat from the sun that the people here had been longing for, but now they were worried about.

The banquet lasted until three in the morning. Many people were drunk and even Schiller felt a little drunk.

Most people staggered back to their rooms in the Wayne Hotel in the elevator, but Schiller did not stay and closed his eyes in the car to rest.

He did not return to his manor, because the manor had indeed become a dangerous building and needed to be thoroughly rebuilt and renovated, so he went to Lex's new Mid-Mountain Manor with Lex, Clark, Bruce and others.

The way home after the banquet was always drunken, the evening breeze was slightly cool, the moisture would climb up along the collar, and the vague lights in the distance were cold and warm in the hazy vision.

After being down to earth again, the short journey to the room would become very long, but it made people feel a kind of reality that could not be felt when sober, as if the air inhaled into the lungs could be distinguished from the vulgarity and ordinariness of the past in the blood.

Lex took Schiller to his bedroom, which was the master bedroom that had been prepared in the residential area of ​​the manor. Schiller untied his tie and went over and sat on the chair.

Lex did not leave, but sat opposite Schiller.

"Do you have to choose this time for me to talk to you?" Schiller shook his head tiredly and said, "Then you will only get a bunch of messed up nonsense. I'm drunk."

"It's the right time, professor. I'm afraid I have to say that you are not drunk enough, because you are so sharp when you are sober. I can only choose this time."

"I really praised you in vain." Schiller shook his head and smiled and said, "Don't you know that a drunkard will be more paranoid about things in his professional field?... Stop peeking there, come in."

The door was pushed open, and Clark, Diana, Bruce and Pamela walked in one after another.

That's right, Pamela walked in, not being carried in. Before leaving, the Green of All Things did not forget about her agent and healed her injury.

But she said unhappily: "I knew this banquet was not that simple, Professor!"

When she said the last word, she was already gritting her teeth. Obviously, the fish that had just had its mouth scratched by the fishhook was madly slapping the water with its tail, and wanted to know how it was caught. The others obviously came for this purpose.