mtl008 Chapter 3295 Bloody New City (44)
Chapter 3295 Bloody New City (44)
Chapter 3295 Bloodshed in New City (Forty-four)
The Pale Knight felt something was wrong, especially when he saw the third identical vending machine outside his office.
First, he didn't drink soda. Second, he didn't have any coins. And finally, even a teenager who enjoys beating up vending machines doesn't need three identical machines to use as punching bags.
But this is just the beginning.
There is an entertainment room opposite the mayor's office. Normally no one else is allowed to enter. It is mainly used by the mayor to entertain guests.
A pool table was brought into this entertainment room on the first day, but for some reason, another one was brought in today.
The Pale Knight went in and looked, and found that there was only a pool table inside, and the previous one was gone.
The most outrageous thing was that when he went to work on the third day, he saw someone carrying a pool table inside, but there was still only one pool table inside.
The three vending machines at the door are also gone.
The Pale Knight almost thought he had seen a ghost.
These days he didn't even deal with official documents. He just squatted at the door of his office to see what they moved in every day.
At first it was all just pool tables, dart boards, foosball games, etc. Then it started to become vases, tea sets, statues, etc. in wooden boxes.
Although the Pale Knight was not a rich man, he was not ignorant. Those things looked very expensive.
The key is that these things can only go in but not out, and they will disappear from the room in no more than a day.
The Pale Knight almost thought there was a small black hole opposite his office.
He asked his assistant what was going on, and the assistant just told him that it was a normal purchase. He then asked where the purchased items went, and the assistant said it was normal loss. He then asked why it was lost, and the assistant just said that he should have a good rest.
This was totally inconsistent, and the Pale Knight felt that something was wrong.
Finally, on the fourth day, he couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't leave after get off work and stayed at the door of the office. He wanted to see where these things had gone.
It turned out to be haunted. After a thin mist, the thing disappeared.
The Pale Knight rubbed his eyes several times but couldn't see clearly what was going on. He checked the surveillance camera and found that nothing was captured there either.
But at this moment, the Pale Knight suddenly recalled a piece of gossip that had been circulating in Gotham recently, that is, Arkham Asylum was haunted.
Legend has it that the former director, Tork, died tragically, and his ghost has been trapped in Arkham Asylum, constantly haunting those who want to enter the asylum. It is said that he has driven several people crazy.
The Pale Knight guessed it almost immediately, it must be Schiller's doing.
He called, expecting to have a few rounds of arguments with Schiller, but Schiller actually admitted it directly: "I took those things away, and they are currently in the director's office of Arkham Asylum."
The Pale Knight was shocked by his self-righteousness. He held the phone and asked, "Why did you take those things?"
"Because you don't want to."
"how do I……"
"Oh, so that's what you want. I'll give it back to you then."
"Don't!" the Pale Knight said hastily. His office was already crowded with a big coffee machine, and with four big pool tables, three vending machines, two foosball tables, and a dozen vases, where would he stand? On the balcony?
"I don't want it." The Pale Knight quickly emphasized again, and said, "I just want to know why you do this."
"Why do you care why I do this?"
"How can I just ignore it? I..."
"Did it cost you money?"
Schiller choked the Pale Knight with one question. He really didn't spend any money, because he had no money at all.
“But you can’t spend municipal funds on these, can you?”
"Why can't I?"
“This money should be used for…”
“Can you decide who to use it on?”
The Pale Knight was speechless again, because he really couldn't decide. These donated funds were controlled by the elites.
"Well, since you can get them to buy these things for you, can't you buy something more useful?"
"First of all, they didn't buy them for me, they bought them for you."
"what?"
"Didn't this go to the mayor's office?"
“But I didn’t take it.”
"You accepted it, but you didn't want it, so I took it away."
"I didn't take it!"
"But you didn't refuse."
"This can't be considered as my collection, because these things will eventually remain in the city hall for the next mayor..."
At this point, the Pale Knight couldn't continue, because these things were not in the municipal building now. Not to mention the next mayor, he himself had no idea about it now.
"How on earth did you convince them to buy these for you?"
"I repeat, they are not buying it for me, but for you. Of course they are happy to buy it for you, because then you can go out and have fun instead of working diligently. They want to corrupt you with money."
The Pale Knight opened his mouth and said, "But no matter how much I play, I won't use up four pool tables in two days, right? Don't they think that's outrageous?"
"It's simple. You're a mental patient. Once you get sick, you can't control yourself and you love to smash things. It's normal for the damage to be large."
"But I'm already well! It's not you..."
"Don't talk nonsense! Who told you that you are cured? I am a professional psychologist. If I say you are not cured, then you are not cured. I have already issued you the most professional diagnosis certificate. Even if they take you to court, you don't have to pay compensation."
"I..." The Pale Knight was speechless for a long time. Then he put his hands on his waist, turned around with his phone and said, "Then the people in the Finance Department and the Administration Department are also willing to increase their workload? How troublesome is that?"
"This is not adding to the workload. They are very happy to serve the mayor. In order to meet your requirements, they have been working overtime, working day and night, and devoting themselves to their work in recent days..."
The Pale Knight didn't believe it, so he took his phone downstairs and took a look. Guess what? The hand of the finance department's accountant typing on the keyboard left an afterimage. The people in the administrative department who coordinated transportation and installation simply lived in the municipal building. Even the installation workers found a room to stay.
At this point, the Pale Knight began to understand a little.
These people in the city government are veritable parasites. As long as there is money in the municipal funds, they will find ways to eat it up.
However, there are also rules for how much of the money they eat should be given to their masters and how much should be kept in their own pockets.
For example, if their masters devise a program specifically designed to drain municipal funds, they will just follow suit.
But it's not like a building would falsely report a price to replace a toilet and make a little extra money, but it would all be handed in. No matter how loyal a dog is, it won't pick up shit from outside and feed it to its owner.
If municipal funds could be used to improve the lives of citizens, then they are great pests. But if municipal funds cannot be used for ordinary people at all, then it is better for them to take them than for the elites to take them.
If the municipal funds were originally provided by the elites, and they were eaten up by them, it would be considered as hiding wealth from the people.
Following this line of thought and conducting some investigation, the Pale Knight discovered that although the city government only had more than 8000 employees on the surface, in fact, there were about positions such as coffee machine repairmen.
The Pale Knight originally thought that these positions were made up to earn empty salaries, but later found out that they were not. Many of the positions that were optional were filled by relatives of small leaders, or their children.
If you want to say that these people's families are in great difficulty, it's not the case. If they have relatives who have stable jobs in the municipal government, they are definitely not the lowest class.
But these people are not elites, and they are not even the highest level among the lower class. Even the small leaders in the municipal departments are not the highest level among the running dogs, at most they are in the middle and lower level.
This group of people are not the poorest of the poor, but they are not rich either. Their lives are relatively stable, but there is room for improvement.
Don't say that the United States is not a society where favors are favored. Once anyone has a little power, when good things happen, they will definitely give them to their relatives, friends, and acquaintances first. It is impossible for them to go to strangers on the street.
One person brings ten, ten bring a hundred, and they always bring some poor people. Among the 30,000 temporary workers, one-third of them are poor relatives.
Even among the cleaning staff of the exaggerated coffee machine in the Pale Knight's office, there is an elderly woman in her 60s whose house was auctioned off and who has been living in a shelter for a long time.
This also made the Pale Knight understand the reason for Ms. Weiss's dissatisfaction. Because this lady was a friend of Ms. Weiss when she was young, she had never done anything bad, but she had experienced many ups and downs, and she could be considered a pitiful person.
Although this job was not enough to allow her to live a good life, it at least allowed her to rent a house. Even if it was the most remote and dilapidated house, it was better than living in a shelter.
Now the Pale Knight understood what Ms. Weiss meant by the wisdom of the petty people. They were selfish, shrewd, not good enough, not bad enough, but they would do everything they could to defend their own interests. Their united strength should not be underestimated.
The reason for saying this is that the Pale Knight discovered that no matter how good a plan is, someone has to execute it, and the people who will execute any policy will inevitably be these ordinary people.
The elite are great, right? The rich are powerful, right? But can they manage the finances of the city government themselves? Can they replace toilets and pool tables? Of course not.
The rich are only responsible for making plans and paying the money, and then they think that this group of people will follow the procedures they set, and the rewards will continue to fill their pockets.
But in fact, this is not the case at all. The fact that these executives can be bribed by the rich proves that they love money.
You still have to work if you receive commissions from rich people, but there is no need to pay a price for greed for money.
This is what is called you are after his interest and he is after your principal.
Schiller took advantage of this loophole.
Things like needing a coffee machine, a broken pool table, or adding an extra vending machine are all normal office wear and tear. Rich people don't use these things to recover funds, which is slow and troublesome.
Then how to report it depends on the employees, right?
If you buy a coffee machine for 6000 yuan or 60 yuan, you will get different amounts of money. If you buy a 600 million yuan machine, you will get money and 20 more jobs for maintenance. If you buy a 6000 million yuan machine, you will get money and jobs and you can also pay off the bad debts of the previous quarter.
A coffee machine costing 6000 million is outrageous, but if everyone can get a piece of the pie in the sky during this process, then it would be very reasonable to call a horse a zebra.
What's more, isn't there someone to take the blame?
Our mayor is from the old Gotham Black Flag, and what he drinks is the authentic Gotham flavor. I won't drink anything that's not made with Gotham's aged rainwater. So it's not too much for me to organize a group of people to collect rainwater for the mayor, right?
After all, the rich man's request is to corrupt the mayor with money, so he must see the power of money.
Not to mention that if he wants to drink coffee, even if he wants to eat lunar soil, you have to send a rocket up there to get it for him.
How else can we let him know the benefits of having money? How can he be greedy for money?
As for why he wants to eat lunar soil, isn't it because he is a mental patient?
He said it was useless to say that he was well, because now the director of Arkham Asylum was Schiller. As the most professional psychiatrist in Gotham, he said that whoever was crazy was crazy, and no one could argue with him, including the patient himself.
Broken, Schiller has no invalid operation.
The Pale Knight slumped in the chair in the mayor's office and closed his eyes helplessly.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the office door. Before he could walk over to open the door, a group of people in uniforms came rushing in. The man in the lead showed his ID and said, "Hello, I'm Chandler Antonic, the head of the New Jersey Anti-Corruption Investigation Team of the FBI. We found out that a large amount of municipal funds in Gotham City has been misplaced recently, so we were ordered to investigate."
"Mr. Mayor Napier, do you have any idea?"