Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 25: The technical department is hiring lunatics?
"Hello, is this Mr. Ma Zhaodi?"

"It's me, who are you?"

"Lucius Fox, you can call me Lucius. I found a special wheelchair last night, so I wanted to call and ask if you have lost an electric wheelchair recently."

"Oh yes, that's my wheelchair." Ma Zhaodi answered the phone while his heart was already overflowing with excitement.

You Ma, the other party said his name is Lucius Fox. If you don't consider the fact that they have the same name, then he is one of Batman's support technical team.

He also said he found his wheelchair, so where did the robber go? Furthermore, according to the system's description, the wheelchair's modification technology and materials didn't use any extreme techniques. It could be considered an ordinary modification method, at most a little risky. How could such a thing attract his attention?
"Oh, it's like this. That wheelchair rear-ended my car yesterday. I suggest that the Gotham Police Department minimize the impact of this incident and you won't be required to pay any compensation. But personally, I'm very interested in some of the things on the wheelchair. Would you mind talking to me privately?"

"Forehead"

Seeing that the person on the other end of the line seemed to be backing down, Lucius calmly added, "Sir, I'm the technical director of Wayne Enterprises. You don't have to worry too much. The reason I'm looking for you is simply because I think there's potential for some technical cooperation."

"Anyway, you've already confirmed my phone number, and of course my other information, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to offend you. This is just a simple information survey. We don't want to invade your privacy."

It was obvious that Lucius's inquiry was just a courtesy. If the Wayne Group's investigation was blocked, someone else's investigation might come knocking on the door. Although this kind of thing sounds a bit like Ma Zhaodi's persecution delusion, the possibility of it happening in Gotham is by no means zero.

"I just don't understand why they picked me—it certainly wasn't because of the wheelchair, it's not that technologically advanced."

"We'll discuss this in person, Mr. Ma Zhaodi. Today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, between 3:00 and 5:00 p.m., please call this number when you're ready. I'll send someone to pick you up."

"What if I don't want to come?"

"I respect your wishes, but I still hope you can come. Communication will benefit both of us, and I won't take up too much of your time."

"Is it okay after ten o'clock this afternoon?"

"I will compensate you for the financial losses during your leave. Please be sure to come between three and five o'clock."

"Alright alright."

Lucius' tone was extremely polite, almost to the point of being courteous. After careful consideration, Ma Zhaodi decided to ask Donald for leave. As for the loss of several hundred dollars in assets, he could only consider it bad luck.

As a family-owned business covering all aspects of Gotham's healthcare, catering, transportation, construction, etc., the Wayne Group is a super capital giant that even the godfather of the underworld like Falcone would never want to offend directly.

If you want to survive in Gotham, even if you don't want to cooperate with them, at least you can't be their enemy.

So at three o'clock in the afternoon, Ma Zhaodi dialed the number Lucius left.

Donald was really capable. He gave Ma Zhaodi an afternoon off without even asking him what he was going to do with the leave.

3:26 PM, Wayne Building. "Mr. Ma Zhaodi, let's get straight to the point." A middle-aged black man in a suit sat across from Ma Zhaodi's desk and gently placed a small bag on the table. Inside was a fragment of a blue petal.

Shit, where did he get the petals?
Ma Zhaodi's poker face suddenly became a little uncomfortable. In his memory, he had only drunk flower tea once, and even chewed the petals clean.
Wait, where's my thermos?

Holy crap! That modified wheelchair has a cup holder next to the seat! I was actually praising the design for its thoughtfulness and practicality, and I even put my cup in there.
He never imagined that the reason he was found was that there was a little bit of scented tea left in his thermos, and then it was sent to Lucius along with the wheelchair in a car accident.

"This was found in your wheelchair. We're still analyzing it, but the preliminary test results are in. Mr. Ma Zhaodi, the plant you brought to Gotham appears to be unusual."

Ma Zhaodi's mind raced. Refusing to admit it at this moment was definitely the worst option. Since his DNA was in the thermos, he might as well just admit it and play the role of an ordinary passerby.

"I thought you were looking for me because of the wheelchair."

"That illegally modified wheelchair is also very interesting, Mr. Ma Zhaodi, but I advise you not to use such a dangerous means of transportation. And as I said before, the reason I came to you is 'the thing on the wheelchair.'"

"Well, actually, I only got the tea after I came to Gotham. And the quantity wasn't much, I only have one bag now. Even before yesterday, I had never drunk that kind of tea. I didn't know it could be so invigorating."

After hearing Ma Zhaodi's answer, Lucius continued to ask, "Refreshing? Its effect is refreshing?"

"Yeah, I drank a cup of flower tea yesterday at noon, and I couldn't fall asleep the whole night. I only fell asleep for ten minutes in the car in the afternoon. I think it works much better than coffee."

So it is not a new type of drug, but just a natural long-term stimulant. This result made Lucius feel a little relieved. At least there will not be one more item on Batman's to-do list, which can make his life a little more normal.

"Interesting, so where did it come from?"

"I found them on the train coming to Gotham. I can't remember where I passed by. Anyway, they floated in front of me from the window. I thought they looked pretty and smelled nice, so I put them away."

“That sounds poetic.”

"Well, anyway, the rest are all here." Ma Zhaodi took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, and sure enough, it contained some blue flowers that were the same as those in the small bag.

"Although I don't know why you are interested in these flowers, they are of no use to me anyway. If you want them, I will sell them to you."

"You really can't roughly determine where it landed?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't awake much on the train. I slept most of the time."

"Well, then—I'll pay you, or you can choose another payment."

"What reward?"

"For example, joining Wayne Group and becoming a member of the technical department."

(End of this chapter)