The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 23 Speech
Li Ang disappeared into the darkness again, he nimbly climbed up to the roof by sticking to the wall, took out his mobile phone and slowly searched all the pictures and information on the Internet about the luxury hotel named Dalton in front of him.

Information such as elevator style, surveillance camera, security configuration, and staff access was gathered in Li Ang's mind, and gradually pieced together the appearance of the entire hotel.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took two steps back and sprinted suddenly, stretched his body when he jumped off the edge of the roof, and glided and landed outside the window of a vacant room in the hotel.

Grasping the narrow stone crack on the window sill with his palm, Li Ang swayed his body with ease, moved to the location where the utility room was, turned over and jumped in.

Apparently this hotel wasn't so boring as to put a camera in the utility room. Li Ang changed into a cleaner's uniform, wore a mask and pushed a small trolley full of cleaning tools, and took the freight elevator down to the first floor calmly.

Because the dinner was held on the top floor of the hotel, and the waiters were serving tea and water, Li Ang sneaked into the staff lounge openly, changed into a black suit and white shirt, and dressed up like a waiter.

This was not enough, Li Ang raised the bridge of his nose in front of the mirror, rubbed and moved his facial muscles constantly, so that his cheeks became thinner and his jaw wider, and the contour of his face completely changed.

"Keep your head up, be humble and docile, and keep smiling."

Li Ang muttered to himself and walked out of the staff lounge, briskly stepped into the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.

As the guests gradually poured in, the dinner also entered the main topic. The chairman of the Urban Construction Foundation—a smart middle-aged man with a goatee babbled on the podium for a long time, and humorous and funny jokes emerged one after another, which made the gentlemen and ladies come to the battle. Applause.

However, he is not the protagonist of this dinner party. Anyone with insight knows who stands here at the center of Gotham's palace of power.

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Wayne to say a few words for us."

The microphone hovered in mid-air, and a pair of powerful hands held it, like Prometheus holding the torch of civilization in Greek mythology.

Bruce Wayne, a billionaire, playboy, won the first place in the annual issue of "Gotham Women's Magazine" "Whose Lover Do You Most Want to Be?" for three consecutive years.

Under the adornment of power, any absurd and deviant behavior can be endowed with deep meaning. For example, at this moment, people no longer pay attention to whether Mr. Wayne has an affair with the principal dancer of the Russian Ballet, or whether Mr. Wayne has an affair. Which international supermodel acts as a temporary companion.

They only pay attention to one thing, the huge wealth embedded behind the name Bruce Wayne.

"About the Gotham port reconstruction plan this time, Mr. President has already said the same thing." The playboy stood on the podium and shrugged, "Actually, the reason he asked me to come up is to see me hold back for a long time. I was ridiculed by everyone for not saying any good words."

There was echoing laughter from below, Bruce coughed with a smile, straightened his face and said: "For me, Bruce Wayne, what is Gotham? Describe it in one word, hometown? Homeland? Or purpose? "

He looked down and glanced at the guests who had their own different lives under the stage, his blue pupils were deep and distant, "" But, the truth is, the real truth is, I can't answer this question. "

"When I was a kid, I had a lot of setbacks, like falling into a puddle and scratching my skin. When the bad day was over, my father, Thomas Wayne, would pat me on the shoulder. Say to me 'Bruce, tomorrow is only a dream away'."

He shook his head and said in a low voice: "Now, as everyone knows, my parents have passed away, and the place is half a city away in the 'criminal back alley'."

The common alley where Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne died together became known throughout Gotham City as the "Crime Back Alley" after the tragedy, becoming a blot on the city's history.

"The period after their death was a torment for me, anger, pain, regret, sadness. Yet my father's proverb, 'Tomorrow is only a dream away', is still stuck in my heart go."

Most of the guests squeezed out the same gloomy expressions, even those who had nothing to do with Bruce before—at least, people have to pay respect to this wealthy plutocrat.

"Now, you must be wondering why I'm saying this. Well, my point is -- when the situation is challenging or frightening, like right now, asking what adjective our city should use today is Pointless."

Bruce spread his hands and looked directly at the guests, "Because when we walk in the city, the buildings and streets we see reflect into our pupils only our own fears, our own frustrations, and our inner feelings. devil."

"Shit." Richard cursed softly, pressed the wine glass on the table, picked up a giant lobster claw, broke off the crimson shell, and chewed the snow-like crystal tender meat inside.

"However, if we ask ourselves what Gotham tomorrow is, will be, and could be, then we are asking the right questions. Because to hope, to fantasize, to predict our own transformation of the city, rather than let The city gradually transforms itself."

Bruce pointed to the front of the podium, a large pile of microscopic models of Gotham port made of plastic, and said with a smile: So I will put all my funds where I said-Gotham tomorrow, Gotham s future. "

He snapped his fingers, and the light blue brilliance emitted from both sides of the curtain intertwined and merged in the air, gradually forming a three-dimensional holographic projection of Gotham Port.

Compared with the original plastic model, the port under the three-dimensional projection is full of brand-new giant cranes, containers, and warehouses. The low and dilapidated bungalows inside the port have also been demolished, and high-rise buildings have sprung up.

"The Gotham Port Reconstruction Plan drastically expands and modernizes the dilapidated old port facilities, providing more employment and opportunities, and a safer public security environment."

Hearing this sentence, the gang leaders looked at each other, and the indifferent expression on their faces became stronger again.

Bruce said impassionedly in the applause of the guests: "I can't tell you how excited and hopeful I am, but at this moment, I ask you to join me in thinking, thinking about what Gotham used to be like, what it is like now, And... what the future looks like. Now I beg you, my friends, to join me in this magnificent plan."

The applause was thunderous, and the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was about to be shattered. Bruce Wayne stepped off the podium and shook hands with the enthusiastic guests.

In the corner, Richard threw aside the gnawed shrimp claws, wiped his mouth with the napkin under his collar, and muttered to himself: "Would you like to join your plan? It will be as you wish, Master Wayne." .”

(End of this chapter)