Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Bruce and I sat across from the staff at the divisional charity point, looking earnestly at the shiny bald head emerging from the small hill of files.

That head returned us with critical and disgusting eyes.

I understand him, after all, the personal images of the two of us look a bit shabby now, especially Bruce.

I looked at the bald head, then at Bruce, and made some gestures in sign language.

Bruce used his exquisite acting skills to vividly demonstrate to us how a person with a tongue knot speaks.He tried to smooth his tongue, "First, sir, our subsidy..."

With a bald head, he rummaged through the pile of documents a few times, and found the identity documents that Bruce temporarily prepared for us at the position at hand-to be honest, Bruce is very efficient.

He pouted several times before he said calmly, "I'm afraid you are not eligible to apply for the subsidy."

I was in charge of acting as a vase interpreter, translating the words of the bald person in charge back to Bruce in sign language.Bruce alone can support this stage play.He is really a low-key actor.

The face covered with foundation and sculpting made an ugly and terrified expression, "Why, sir. Lulu and I have seen it, many times, er, we obviously meet the application requirements!"

The bald man shaved his nails, "On the face of it, it is true."

He flicked off the armor, and I dodged back without a trace.

"But," he changed the subject, "you should know about the situation of our Charity Federation recently. I don't think anyone knows. There are people who are more difficult than you waiting for us to distribute charitable funds. In your situation, It's a low priority for us."

I compared a few gestures.Bruce lowered his brows and eyes at the right time, his lips trembled, "But my wife and I are disabled people. We, we don't have a job, I haven't, and Lulu just lost her job a few days ago."

His acting skills are enough to make every director I meet ecstatic, "Are we really not eligible for the application?"

The bald head yawned, "It's not that I don't help you guys, brother, I'm helpless too."

"Well, let me show you a clear path." The bald head pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the pile of documents and handed it to us, "The charity center in District [-] next door may have some leftovers, where can you go and have a look?" luck."

I took the piece of paper and evened it out.The charity point in the [-]th district is responsible for the subsidy for street children in the neighborhood. They are so poor that they need to be fed. It is better to buy a lottery ticket and hope to win the prize if the charity point in the [-]th district is rich.

Bruce and I, two older homeless kids in their 20s, went to apply for a subsidy there, and it was very reasonable.

I noticed that Bruce's hand under the table was clenched into a fist, and the way the charity kicked the ball clearly irritated him.According to normal logic, this is the moment for the domineering president to reveal his true identity and show off his might.

But I'm also very unhappy.

So I took a step ahead of Bruce, and said lazily, "If the charity center in District [-] uses the same reason to fool us back, where are you going to kick us?"

Under the surprised gaze of the bald head, I slowly took off the inferior leather gloves on my hands.This is specially chosen to cover the manicure that I have done a few days ago.

I flung my leather gloves on the bald table, crossed my legs and changed into a comfortable sitting position, tapped the French manicure with smile lines on the table, and casually tapped a few times, "You'd better think clearly before perfunctory me , I invested half a billion in this project, and the most annoying thing is to see my money go to waste.”

The bald man's eyes widened, and he stuttered unconsciously, "This...this."

"Do you know my name?" I asked with a smile, "Do you know the Kelan family?"

The man next to me thoughtfully smoothed his sleeves, "In other words, do you know who my boyfriend is, do you know how much money he invested, and do you know Wayne?"

Fake tiger prestige can bring confidence and happiness to people. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bruce gently raised his lips and touched his nose.

My fingernails slapped faster and faster on the table.

Suddenly, I stopped, put on a kind expression, and said empathetically, "I know it's useless to embarrass a small person like you. Who doesn't want to be a good person, right?"

I leaned back, clasped my hands, and relaxed on the swivel chair, "You can't be a good person, but you can be a smart person. A smart person will know who his boss is and who can feed him."

I smiled slightly, "Now is the time when there is a shortage of manpower. If you are willing to tell me who gave the order not to issue the subsidy, I can keep this job for you. It seems that such an easy job is not easy to find. Bar."

Beads of sweat slid down his shiny bald head, and the muscles on his face writhed like worms.

I said nothing, just stared at him with a smile.

Finally, he murmured a name.

The bald boss is a big fish that Batman missed.Forgivable, Batman is only responsible for matters related to money laundering, and the moths in the Charity Federation haven't messed with him for the time being.

Oh, to correct it, it hit him right now.Let us observe half a second of silence for Mr. Big Fish.

Bruce and I stood outside the Charity Headquarters, and Bruce didn't say a word, looking down at the old second-hand sneakers, as if they would set the fashion trend in Gotham for the next three years.

"I didn't say that I would leave the current job to him," I innocently shook off the leather gloves on my hand, "Look at the warehouse is also a job."

The bald head is not enough for me to throw me into managing the warehouse. Apart from my eccentric attitude, the tenth district charity point still needs him as a tool.

One advantage of the grass on the wall is that when you are strong enough, he will become a convenient tool in your hand.

I reassured Bruce, "At least we caught a big fish."

"The Charity Federation is quite short of manpower now, but we don't need people who are obedient and vigilant to control the funds we invest." Bruce hesitated, "The key is that there are no manpower."

Half of the executives of the Charity Federation are sent to eat prison specialties by Batman, and after a few more dismissals, it can be directly merged into the Wayne Charitable Foundation and become a subsidiary organization of Wayne Enterprises.

As expected of Baby Bruce, she has top-notch business acumen.

I shook my head and threw away the business war fantasy in my head, and proposed a solution, "I can take the top for a while until they hire new employees."

"It's a good idea." Bruce didn't question whether I was competent, he blinked, "You can come to Wayne Enterprises to work after they recruit new employees, and we will quarrel with shareholders together."

I put my hands on my chest and made an "X", "I'm still young, I don't want to go to work."

He wiped off the foundation on his face with a makeup remover towel, and there was still a little pink lip gloss on his lips.I reached out and rubbed his lips, met his eyes, and suddenly grabbed his collar and kissed him on tiptoe.

Beauty deceives people, next time I kiss him, I must remember to wear high heels, otherwise I will suffer a bit.

I wiped off the stained lip gloss on his lips, and patted his side face frivolously, "However, if you make me happy, I can also be your assistant, lying in the office while you approve documents." Play games on the couch."

This is a nonsense phrase used to coax a boyfriend with ten-pack abs.It is impossible to go to work, only the occasional part-time job to maintain life.

I came down to the post, and many people in the Charity Federation had opinions.However, they are not as rich as me and my boyfriend, and I ruthlessly suppressed all these opinions.

Pepper didn't believe my words, and her attitude was very pessimistic, as if I was going to be arrested by the big devil Brucey in the next second and sent to the office to approve documents for three days.

Stark's former personal assistant, who has experience working for her boyfriend, babbles on the phone.

“In the beginning, you were just his personal assistant, taking care of his work. One day you will find that you are in charge of his life. Then he will thank you, give you a promotion, and make you CEO. , leave the company to you. This is the conspiracy of the men."

The lesson of blood and tears.I sympathized, "Did you go to work overtime just after the date?"

"I'll finish it soon," Pepper reassured himself.

With the lessons learned before me, I said in awe, "You've worked hard, baby."

I was about to leave Charity Point, District [-], when I spoke to her.The bald head and other employees have already left work, and only I stayed to check the accounts.

I looked up at the sky outside, it was late at night, I decided to take a taxi home, not to challenge the safety factor of Gotham at night.

I stepped back into the door and closed it.

The door won't close.

A hand came straight in, jamming the crack of the door.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open little by little with unstoppable force, revealing the face of a strange man.

My mind went blank for a moment, and I even forgot to speak.

In my ear, Pepper didn't know about my current situation, and was still complaining to himself, "Tony always thinks on a whim, and only gives a general policy, and you have to adjust the rest of the details."

I opened my mouth subconsciously, without even uttering a single sound, a terrifying momentum knocked the phone out of my hand, and the sharp flying knife nailed the rattling body to the wall.

I took a few steps back and realized something.

This man is coming for me.

He didn't pick the target at random, just picked me who didn't leave, but because I was here, he came here on purpose.

There is a problem with the accounts of the Charity Federation.He is here for this.

Thinking of this, I regained my composure a little.

It is absolutely impossible for him to find out that I have noticed that the accounts are wrong.

I was also taken aback when I found out that the accounts of the Charity Federation use traditional paper documents, and I despaired of their low office efficiency.

Now it seems that this gave me a chance instead.I raised my hands tremblingly, and heard my own voice amidst the beating of my heart, "If you want money, I can give you whatever you want."

I paused for a moment, tears rolled in my eyes, Pepper must have called the police for me, and I had to wait until rescue.

I took a deep breath, "If... the contraception... is in my handbag."

The man's indescribably disgusting eyes were like a steel knife scraping off the flesh from my body, as if standing in front of him was not a human being equal to him, but a fish jumping on the chopping board.

He took a step forward, and I couldn't help myself to take a step back.The high heels sprained and almost twisted my ankle.

My teeth are chattering, "You can do whatever you want."

Three meters behind me is the reference room, which can be locked.I can't compete with him in terms of explosive power, but if he takes a few steps forward, I can overturn the bookshelf to stop him a few steps, and buy myself time to enter the reference room.

I gritted my teeth and put my hand on the first button on my chest.I was so nervous that my fingers buckled and buckled for a long time before I undid the first button.

The man thought that I had given up struggling, and instead of resorting to violence, he drove me into a corner like a leisurely walk in the courtyard.

Closer, closer.

He walked to the bookshelf, and the bronze ornaments on the bookshelf hung just above his head.

"Go ahead and dream your fucking dreams!"

I knocked down the bookshelf with all my strength, and ran to the reference room without looking back amidst the muffled sound of the bronze ornaments colliding with the man's scalp.

"Aww!" The man gritted his teeth, "You bitch!"

The sound of him kicking away the bookshelf sounded like a reminder to my ears.I fled frantically to the door of the reference room, locked the door in one go, and was still trembling when I leaned against the door panel.

"Get out!" The man kicked the door in rage, and the door vibrated violently.

I swear, when I escape this disaster, I will replace all the doors in Charity Point with anti-theft safety doors.

He fiddled with the door lock a few times, and cursed a few times when he found that I had locked the door.

Then there was a gunshot, and the bullet seemed to pass through my heart, and the accumulated courage flowed away along the hole.

My mind went cold, how would I protect myself from a furious man with a gun.

The door lock was broken with a single shot by the man, so I could only use my own body weight to hold down the door panel, exerting all my might while the man kept kicking the door.

Loud noises, screams.The strength on the door panel suddenly disappeared.

I was sure by the sound that there were two people outside, and one of them was beating the other up like a pig's head.

I didn't know how long I hid in the reference room, and I could hardly hold the doorknob with my hands.

The door panel was knocked lightly twice, my heart almost jumped out, "Don't come in!"

The man at the door gave me time to calm down until my brain barely regained its ability to think.

He seemed to be holding a handful of sand in his throat and speaking, every word was rough and hoarse, but it gave people a sense of stability.

"It's safe now."