Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I painted a grimace on the owl ornament on my desk with a marker.

After looking at it for a long time, I turned the round-faced chicken with a big red face, leaving only an aggrieved back.

Tomorrow I will step down as the president of the Gotham Benevolent Federation, and Pepper specially sent me a box of handmade chocolates made by her to celebrate my departure from the misery of work.

Matt, who got double my salary, couldn't understand.He has expressed doubts about this.

"You did a good job. The Charity Federation is now a charitable organization with the same reputation as the Wayne Foundation in Gotham. Why do you want to retire?"

"Because I didn't think about being the chairman at the beginning," I answered him calmly, "It's just that some things need to be done by some people, and no one was willing to do it at the time, so I stood up."

At that time, we were in the office of the Charity Federation, standing side by side by the window, looking down at the people coming and going in and out of the Charity Federation for formalities.

Among them are the disabled, the sick, the staff of orphanages, and the staff of other charitable organizations.We may not be able to help everyone, but the good news is that at least some people have a better life because of it.

"I stand out is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that someone is willing to inherit my work." I smiled slightly, "There are many people who are willing to inherit my work."

To be honest, I don't think I'm so capable at the job that Gotham Charity needs me, and it would be nice to have someone willing to take over for me.Among the two candidates, after discussions and inspections with the senior management, I finally chose the motivated poor boy. He will come to the office to complete the handover work with me later.

Xiaobaicai's name is Joey, and he is a young man with passion and drive.Although capable of work, Joey may lack social skills.

I don't quite understand his behavior of facing me with a flushed face and trembling eyes as soon as he entered the office.

I made sure I didn't turn on the heat.

Joey's eyes were so bright, I almost thought he had two LED lights in their sockets.

Although it is a great experience to be the president of the Charity Federation at his age, the fundamental reason why he can become the chairman is that the group of old foxes with money and leisure have no willingness to take over under my watchful eyes.

With a calm expression, I rubbed my arms under the cover of the desk and coughed twice.

I kind of want to remind this young man that what he is facing is a married woman who does not have ambiguous affairs with younger generations.

"Sit down, please." I nodded to him. "Would you like coffee or tea?"

"No need, uh, thank you." Joey twisted his fingers excitedly, and sat in front of me with some embarrassment, "President Crane."

"The name will be given to you soon." I joked, "The suffix president doesn't suit me."

"No, that's not the case." Joey's tongue was tied, he looked up at me, and his face became even redder, "In my heart, you will always be the president."

It sounded like the plot was about to develop in a direction that the entertainment tabloids would love to see, and I held my breath nervously, fearing that he would blurt out his confession in the next second.

Joey dodged his eyes, and he licked his lips, "President Crane, in fact, I, I have always admired you."

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I looked at him in horror, he quickly realized the inappropriateness of this sentence, scratched his head in embarrassment, "No, that's not what it means."

He gave me a timid look, "Pure admiration, I, uh, I see you as my mother, so?"

Mother?

I am not yet 30 years old.

Even if I am 30 years old, I will not be able to give birth to a son in his 20s.

Dick isn't half your age, and Bruce adopted him.

"No, no, no." Joey waved his arms wildly, dripping with sweat, "I didn't mean to say your age, just grateful, yes, grateful!"

He said embarrassingly, "My sister had a serious illness when I was about to graduate from college."

He organized his language and spoke a lot more fluently after he calmed down. I thank him for his fluency, otherwise I would have doubted his ability to work.

"We were orphans, living on my part-time job at the university and welfare from the Wayne Foundation. But at that time the doctor said she was going to have a major operation and it would cost a lot of money."

"A lot of money," Joey looked at me, then looked down at his hand, lost in memory, "it's an amount we can't afford."

"Can't the Wayne Foundation get more grants?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Wayne, your husband, he is a good man." He shrugged, "It's a pity that he doesn't have that much control over the family business, except for Fox, everyone knows that he has to quarrel on the board of directors every month. The foundation There's only so much we can do to help."

Joey forced a smile at me, "Originally, I didn't expect the Gotham Charity Federation. At that time, it was just a money laundering organization. This is the unspoken rule that the poor understand."

Looking at his immature face, I suddenly felt a little familiar, "Did you go to the eleventh district to handle business?"

"Yes," Joey shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "It was you who received me. At that time, you were only the honorary vice president, and you had been in office for less than a week."

"You helped me when I needed it the most." Joey sniffed, "When I thanked you, you said to me, 'If you are grateful, it is within your ability to help more people.'”

He spread his hands to me, "So I applied for the position of the Charity Federation as soon as I graduated. According to what you said, I will do my best to help other people."

"You are excellent." I solemnly said, "You are even better than I imagined."

Joey sniffed and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Sorry, I lost my temper. In fact, I still think you are the best president." He took out his glasses cloth to wipe his fogged glasses, "Why do you want to retire? "

I smiled, "Because there is a young man like you on top, I can rest assured."

"Don't look at the media saying that I'm a workaholic," I waved my hands inappropriately, "Actually, I really want to be lazy. After you come to the top, I can give myself a vacation."

Joey put his glasses back on and calmed down. At this moment, he looked almost the same as the active and serious young man in my previous impression. "I will not disappoint your expectations."

I swipe on the screen lightly and send the file to his mailbox, "I'm glad to see that you are so motivated. Come on, you still have a lot to learn today."

Joey is definitely a passionate cabbage with super working ability.He is like a sponge, earnestly absorbing every drop of water in the ocean of knowledge.

We handed over the work from the afternoon until night fell, and he already knew the chairman's work flow in a very good way.

I glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, "It's a bit late now, sorry to take you so long. Is your sister home alone now, do you need me to drive you back?"

"It's okay." Joey closed the laptop he brought, "Thank you for your kindness, I'll just take a taxi back."

We packed up and I was about to get out of my office chair.A strange premonition hit me, as if someone had quietly pricked my back with a needle.

The experience accumulated many times made me lie down on my side without hesitation. While lying on the ground, I heard the sound of a sharp knife piercing into the desk.

The flying knife on my desk is still shaking.Joey's eyes widened, and he stuttered a few times before he could speak, "You, who are you?"

He rushed over to help me up, looking warily at the strange man squatting on the window sill.

Very classic for me, very exotic look for most people in Gotham.An owl's head and a human body.

I have long felt that there is something wrong with their aesthetics.

Claw's voice was hoarse. He stepped in and pulled out the throwing knife from his equipment belt. "The court of owls, I sentence you to death!"

"Go," Joey whispered in my ear, "I'll get his attention, President, go!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards the sharp claw without hesitation, swung his thin arms and legs wildly, and punched a set of eight punches.

If Talon hadn't covered his expression with the hood, I guess his expression must be very contemptuous.His hand was so fast that he couldn't see the movement, he just threw it lightly, and several throwing knives shot towards Joey's door.

The young man opened his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to engrave the person in front of him into his brain, and he would expose the murderer in front of Satan in hell.

The flying knife hit the steel plate, and the strength of Dalian Steel did not score three points.

I pulled Joey, who was so stunned that he fell to the ground, "Why are you staring blankly, you still have something to learn."

"What is this...?" He opened his mouth wide and asked in a daze.

A boxy chamber appeared in front of us, trapping Talon within six iron walls, preventing entry or exit.This is a small room that is only half the size of an office. It has been temporarily transformed and can be used as a safe house or a cage.

I knocked on the steel gate that divides the office into two halves, "Backup means, used to isolate people who are prone to attack from me, unlock with fingerprints, and I will also record your fingerprints when you take office tomorrow."

Joey couldn't seem to close his mouth, "Is this also... what you have to learn to become the president?"

"Yes, young man." I sympathized, and there was a banging sound from someone hitting the wall in the secret room.

I enter my fingerprints on the operation panel, scan my iris with my pupils, and press another button. "Protecting yourself is the first priority of the president. Only when it is safe can you concentrate on your work."

The sound of crackling electricity can be heard even outside the closed room, and there is also the scream of sharp claws at the same time.

I introduced to the stunned Joey, "If you know a gun, there is a hidden compartment in the drawer, and you can get a small gun for women's self-defense if you unlock it with your fingerprint. If you don't know how to use a gun, you can replace it with a discharge.striker."

Joey swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and asked me with some horror amidst the screams, "I'll talk about that later, is he... all right?"

"Know your enemy, Joey." I educated, "Listen to his voice, you are full of energy, and you are still alive and well after being subjected to high-voltage electric shocks for more than 30 seconds. This proves that he is not an ordinary person, and it is very likely that he has something different. Normal people's superpowers."

Such as self-healing, immortality and the like.

I operated it again, and a display screen appeared on the steel wall, broadcasting the current situation of the claws to us.

Well, the shock didn't seem to knock him into a coma, and he regained consciousness quickly.

This time the electric shock stopped, there was a bang bang sound, and a smaller cage appeared in the secret room, limiting the movement space of the claws.

Joey asked a little stiffly, "But can we rely on these to deal with superpowers?"

"No," I regretted, "at least not for the time being."

"Then what should we do?"

"Teach the professionals," I said.

From the shadow of the office, a tall man stepped out.Nobody knows where he's been hiding, otherwise it's hard to explain why no one noticed when he walked in here.

The shadow of the bat looms over me.

I kindly answered Joey's question, "For example, Batman, it really doesn't work, it's okay to call Superman."