hotmtlnovel Chapter 2257 Jincheng comes late in autumn (47)
Chapter 2257 Jincheng comes late in autumn (47)
Chapter 2257: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Forty-Seven)
When the gang leaders found out their home was on fire, they had no time to attend the party and hurried back. However, their escape completely cut them off from Gotham's upper society.
Let’s not talk about who is the organizer of this banquet. Although it seems that the towering trees have shaken 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, don’t we have to leave in an orderly manner and express regret and condolences to the host of the banquet?
This is how the upper class is. You can lose face but not the battle, and you can lose dignity but not the reputation. Whoever can be pretentious to 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, people who are unable to help should naturally check the injuries of the heroes and provide as much help as possible. This is not kindness, but a matter of morality. 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 offer to help, and didn't even say hello. When something happened in your own home, you ran back in a hurry. If you were an ordinary person, there would be nothing to say, and you would just mind your own business.
But the gangs have always claimed to be the creators and managers of Gotham's order, and believe that they are the ones who have the final say in Gotham. How can people be convinced when they only care about themselves when something happens?
So even though there was a lot of fighting in the North District, basically no one went to help. A few superheroes who wanted to go changed their minds when they learned that there were basically no people in the manor over there and 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 saved them from disaster. Otherwise, when the thunder was raging, they would have turned into ashes along with the building.
So this behavior was particularly indecent, and no one was willing to mention it. As a result, people discovered that the young godfather did not leave, but walked out with Schiller.
"I have to announce a piece of good news here," Schiller said with a smile, "A few years ago, I witnessed the wedding ceremony of the Falcones as a witness, and just now, I learned another good news that Mrs. Falcone is pregnant."
Cheers immediately broke out in the hall. No matter when and where people hear such good news from anyone, they will always be happy to have one more compatriot.
Alberto just smiled faintly. In fact, he had known the news for two weeks. The pregnant woman was currently in the most stable period, so it was okay to go out for a walk, but he had to find a reason for not going back.
"The incident just now was truly an accident. I must express my sincerest apologies to everyone. Now the southeast corner of the foundation of this house is damaged, and 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 repairs, a victory worth celebrating just happened, and I cannot interrupt my godson's graduation celebration, so please move to the Wayne Hotel, where the second half of the banquet will be held."
Bruce stood in the other direction and nodded to everyone. Soon, several special cars of the Wayne Hotel drove to the gate of Rodriguez Manor. The guests got on the cars one after another, and the convoy drove towards the Wayne Hotel.
No one questioned why the Wayne Hotel was able to organize another banquet immediately. Please, it was the Wayne Group's hotel. The buffet there was almost always equipped with world-class banquet equipment. The swimming pool on the rooftop was the best party venue for celebrities to show off their status. Hundreds of people would not be able to be found even if they were thrown in.
Schiller also took the last car to the Wayne Hotel, but this was a big deal because the Wayne Hotel was full at this time, with all the tourists from all over the world flocking to the Gotham Music Festival.
These tourists are not the European and American backpackers. Even the cheapest standard room at the Wayne Hotel is definitely not affordable for ordinary people. Moreover, it is the tourist season now, and a single room with a view can be booked for US$3 a night. This was before the millennium.
The guests who were dining in the buffet restaurant soon discovered that a group of uninvited guests had invaded the place. Then they discovered even faster that this group of weirdos did not look simple, and more importantly, the proportion of handsome men and beautiful women among them was too high.
Some people thought it was a group of models brought in for the pool party, but they soon recognized Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince among them. The three of them are indeed the three most famous people in the universe now.
Clark Kent has become a well-known reporter in Metropolis because of his continuous reporting on Batman. In fact, he is even more famous for his handsome appearance and the stories that the tabloids have speculated about his relationship with Batman.
There is no need to mention Batman, who is already Gotham's most famous mascot, and his fame is expected to increase about 24 times in the next 7 hours to 10 days.
Diana Prince is a veteran star who has been seen attending world-class events. The title of the Amazon Princess is both mysterious and noble, but she comes and goes without a trace, and most people have never met her.
The three of them came in the same car and were discussing things about the Green of All Things and Barbatos, mainly Diana explaining some secret history to them.
But tourists don’t know that they are all superheroes and there are connections between them. It would be fine if there were only Batman and Clark, and at most it would be a gossip story between a rich man and a young reporter, but if a princess is added, the gossip about the three of them would become much more exciting.
Tourists came up one after another to ask for autographs, and many tourists who were originally resting in the rooms were called down by their companions. For a moment, the Wayne Group's buffet restaurant was crowded and bustling.
"Hey, boy, can you take a picture of the two of us? Okay, thanks... Oh, you take really good pictures, are you a reporter? Oh my god, researcher, you are so amazing?"
"Hello sir, um, can we take a picture together? By the way, the shield in your hand...ah, no, it's not blocking me, I just think, well, it's so cool!"
"Hello, ma'am, are you Russian? Yes, me too. I live in St. Petersburg and I'm here for the festival. I own a music company. 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. It can be treated with surgery. Simply put, it hurts the most when you're taking the anesthesia, and then everything will go away naturally..."
As more people came, the scene naturally became lively, and Schiller also gave his speech again.
“I am so glad that we can all gather here, in this city, on these gradually cooler days of fall, to witness a student and a city take the most important step in a few years of hardship, disappointment and renewed hope.”
"My godson, Alexander Luther, has a sharp mind and great ambitions. I am afraid I have to mention that his graduation project was about bringing sunshine back to this city."
"He comes from a sunny, urban metropolis, and I imagine some of you come from there, and most of the stories you hear about Gotham are always cloudy and dark."
"This was indeed the case in the city in the past few years, but one person did not choose to sneer or laugh after hearing this legend. Instead, he chose to come here in person and save it."
"I don't want to say that all the progress in Gotham is due to him. There are many outstanding people present here who have been guiding him and leading him forward. Today's banquet is to express our gratitude to you all."
"What we should be most thankful for today is that the boy's bold and arrogant ideas did not fall from the land of light into darkness and be shattered, but were lifted up by people who have the same great ambitions as him. It will turn into a white bird and fly to God, telling the Lord about the thousands of good news He has bestowed on the world. Only his unswerving determination should make him raise a glass to celebrate."
Schiller saw that the eyes of several Batmen in the crowd glowed brighter than anyone else's after hearing these words, and he knew it was time to toast.
Schiller raised his glass, and everyone in the room raised their glasses as well. As they drank and celebrated together, a cool autumn rain in Gotham finally took away the heat from the sun that the people here had longed for but now feared.
The banquet lasted until three in the morning. Many people were drunk and even Schiller felt a little drunk.
Most people took the shaky elevator back to their rooms at the Wayne Hotel, but Schiller did not stay. He closed his eyes and rested in the car.
He did not return to his own manor, because the manor had indeed become a dangerous building and needed extremely thorough reconstruction and renovation, so he went to Lex's new mid-mountain manor with Lex, Clark, Bruce and others.
The way home after a party is always intoxicating. The evening breeze is cool and the moisture will creep up along the collar. The dim lights in the distance are sometimes cold and sometimes warm in the hazy vision.
After standing on solid ground again, the short distance to the room will seem very long, but it makes people feel a kind of reality that cannot be felt when sober, as if the air breathed into the lungs can be distinguished from the vulgarity and ordinariness of the past in the blood.
Lex brought Schiller to his bedroom, which was the master bedroom in the manor's residential area that had been prepared long ago. Schiller untied his tie, walked 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 nonsense. I'm drunk."
"Just the right time, Professor. I'm afraid I have to say you're not drunk enough, because you're so sharp when you're sober. I can only pick this time."
"I really praised you for nothing." Schiller shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't you know that a drunkard will be more paranoid about things in his professional field? ... Stop peeking around there and come in."
The door opened and Clark, Diana, Bruce and Pamela walked in one after another.
That’s right, Pamela walked in instead of being carried in. Before leaving, Green of All Things at least remembered that he was her agent and healed her injuries.
But she said unhappily: "I knew this banquet wouldn't be that simple, Professor!"
When he spoke the last word, his tone was already quite gnashing of teeth. It was obvious that the fish, whose mouth had just been scratched by the fishhook, was slapping the water surface with its tail madly and was wondering how he was caught. The others obviously came for this purpose as well.
(End of this chapter)