Dear Mr. Batman, thank you for choosing to become a ShowMe user. Your choice gives ShowMe a new meaning beyond connecting the world.
For this, all ShowMe staff would like to express their gratitude to you!
The company has recently experienced some unexpected events. Due to changes in the management team, we cannot guarantee that your account will be effectively protected. In order to prevent possible accidents in the future, we have to cancel the "Batman" social account at 11 o'clock tomorrow night.
We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience this may cause you and thank you for your understanding and support.
. ShowMe Technology Department!
. August 2003.
Bruce Wayne was enjoying dinner when he received the official notice. After reading it, he immediately lost his appetite.
"What's going on?"
Alfred said with a worried look on his face, "I just got the news that ShowMe has signed an investment contract with Gotham City Central Bank for $30 million for a 60% stake."
"What's our offer?"
"The initial offer was $90 million for 51% of the shares."
Bruce Wayne's mouth twitched a few times, and he was so angry that he had to learn to make jokes.
"So they choose the side with less money."
Alfred shook his head and casually opened his account mailbox.
"ShowMe owner Luke Xiao sent you a video, you can take a look at it."
The video is of low resolution and appears to have been shot with a pinhole camera.
In the conference room, ten people were sitting on both sides of the table, apparently discussing business. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and several burly men with weapons rushed in, pointing their guns at the four ShowMe people sitting on the east side of the table. After a brief silence, the contract was signed, and the four men stood up and left, while the rest of the people laughed triumphantly.
The video was short, only three minutes long, but what was recorded in it made Bruce Wayne clench his fists.
The other party's target was me. ShowMe just published his own remarks, but he suffered this unexpected disaster. You can imagine how desperate those four people were when this happened.
Gotham City Bank, Sidney!
Bruce slammed his fist on the table, the rage in his eyes practically tangible.
Alfred sighed softly, "Let's see after we finish watching it!"
There are messages below the video:
The above video is my personal explanation of canceling your account. There are many helpless points in it, please understand. In addition to the video, there is also a form. I commissioned a friend to collect internal information from the central bank. I don't know who to give this form to. After thinking about it, you may be the most suitable one.
The form is densely packed with a lot of things written on it.
Looking from left to right, the first thing that catches your eye is a row of names: Martin Jessie, Killian B. Robb, Tokwe Martial, Brut Dean, Fisk J. Clay...
Below the names were the central bank's transfer records, with dates and amounts clearly marked, ranging from millions to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, covering a vast period of nearly fifteen years.
After reading the form, the anger in Bruce Wayne's eyes disappeared. He slumped in the chair, as if all his strength had been drained away. He stared blankly ahead, not saying a word for a long time.
Alfred lowered his head and sighed repeatedly.
Martin Jesse is the current Mayor of Gotham City, Killian B. Robb is the Police Commissioner, Toque Marcial is the President of the City Council, Blunt Dean is the Chief Justice of the State Court, and Fisk J. Clay is the District Attorney.
These people represent the center of power in Gotham City. In addition to them, there are hundreds of police officers, prosecutors, lawyers, administrative personnel, etc. who accept bribes, and even the shadow of the FBI.
Alfred closed his eyes and recalled the names on the form, his body trembling involuntarily.
Has Gotham City fallen to this point?
He asked himself this question, but could not come up with an answer. His eyes were full of worry as he glanced at Bruce Wayne.
After a long time, a voice broke the silence.
"When I was little, my father often stroked my hair and told me that the Wayne family was the founder and witness of Gotham. When I grew up, I had to protect this city and make it a better place."
"Alfred, do you remember these words?"
The old butler sighed and said, "Master Wayne, the form may not be true. Don't jump to conclusions before the facts are clarified."
"good!"
Bruce stood up and strode out, "I'll check now."
Alfred said anxiously, "It's only seven o'clock, it's not dark yet!"
Bruce stopped and looked out the window at the sunset in the west. After a while, he left without looking back.
"When the sun goes down, it's time for the bats to hunt."
…
Many people say that Jews love money. Sidney does not object to this view. He likes money, very much.
Money is the most beautiful thing in the world and can buy everything except God.
The process of making money is extremely difficult. You spend all your time and effort, and finally achieve success. The happiness at that moment cannot be described in words.
Sidney liked this process and gave it a name - God's Trial.
He repeated the same trial every day, sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing. As the number of successes increased, the number of failures began to decrease, his wealth increased, and his fame began to stand out.
At this moment, disaster struck. The youngest son was kidnapped and the robbers demanded a ransom of 30 million. Sidney hesitated again and again and missed the payment deadline. The youngest son disappeared and never appeared again.
This disaster made Sidney realize that money also needs to be protected, so when Falcone extended an olive branch, he accepted it without hesitation.
When power and money are perfectly combined, a new concept is born.
It turns out that the most profitable business in the world is not drugs, smuggling, or robbery, but building a country.
You create the rules and let others follow them, and the money under the rules is yours.
After understanding this idea, Sidney set about creating the Central Bank, using Falcone's power to gradually modify Gotham City's financial rules.
He firmly believed that as the rules were improved, century-old wealthy families like the Wayne family, the Elliot family, and the Kane family would also become victims of the rules.
He was eagerly looking forward to that day.
In the luxuriously decorated villa, Sidney returned to the study after dinner and began his daily alone time.
A lot of things happened today, so he had to take out a notebook and write them down. First of all, Boss Falcone was very angry about Batman's statement on the Internet, and ordered Batman to be silenced at all costs.
Then there was the bank incident. At ten o'clock in the morning, the internal server was hacked. Fortunately, the technicians responded quickly and fixed the vulnerability quickly. This matter is very important and someone must be sent to investigate thoroughly.
In addition to the above two items, you also need to invest in ShowMe.
Thinking of this, Sidney suddenly had the urge to laugh. The young man named Luke Xiao was a complete idiot. He could be fooled by just a little trick.
Three hundred million US dollars!
Sidney shook his head ridiculously, put an X on Luke Shaw's name and a circle on Robert Downes's.
Although Robert Downs is a despicable person, he is at least one-eighth Jewish, so he can be given a chance. As for Luke Shaw, wait until Alexander recovers from his injury and let him deal with him. Anyone who dares to confront Falcone cannot be left alive.
After reviewing the gains and losses of the day, it was already 9:30 in the evening.
Sidney yawned and was about to turn off the lights and leave, when a shadow flashed before his eyes and he instinctively looked back.