Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 32 Unfair

"age?"

"24 years old, a restaurant waiter."

"gender?"

"male."

"Name?"

"Ma Zhaodi."

Looking at the glaring pale light in the interrogation room, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"I was just driving by, sir. Is it really necessary to bring me back for questioning?"

"You don't look like a good person."

Hearing such a simple and straightforward answer, Ma Zhaodi was speechless for a few seconds.

"Wait a moment, where are my glasses? They are here."

He put on the gold-rimmed glasses, and immediately exuded a faint sense of being a gentleman.

"How to say?"

"You can leave after you've recorded your statement. Remember to take your personal belongings with you."

It's so considerate.

"This might be your first time here, so you're a little uncomfortable. But don't worry. In Gotham, no matter which gang you are from, you'll always see me. We have many opportunities to interact."

Oh, this sentence is a bit explosive.

"But I'm not part of any Gotham City gang." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "I'm just a helper in the restaurant."

The blond old detective opposite him had deep eyes and carefully studied his expression, as if trying to judge whether he was lying.

"But you know the ins and outs of this restaurant, right?"

"I know, but only a little." He shrugged. "Anyway, I try not to get involved in their affairs. I'm just doing my job there—I'm a pure, honest citizen, officer."

"Interesting." The detective looked at Ma Zhaodi's hands, wrists and neck. There were indeed no calluses from long-term use of guns, nor were there any gangster tattoos of the Falcone family.

"Since you are still young, I advise you not to stay in that restaurant any longer."

“But they do give a lot.”

Ma Zhaodi answered the question subconsciously. Looking at his blond hair and mustache, he suddenly felt familiar, so he subconsciously asked, "Hey, I didn't ask your name?"

"You don't know me?" He smiled. "That's not a bad thing. At least it means you haven't committed any crime in Gotham."

"My name is Gordon, Jim Gordon,"

After leaving the Gotham Police Department, Ma Zhaodi drove home.

Oh, it’s terrible. I have already registered with Jim Gordon.

Including Harvey Dent who had been there before, if Batman targeted him again, Gotham's Iron Triangle would be complete. Ma Zhaodi could only be a good citizen and pray that he would not attract Batman's attention.

but
"The president of Gotham Bank resigned and was murdered?" He subconsciously pondered, "Is this a precursor to something? I don't have any idea what it is."

He opened the door and returned home. It was pitch black outside the window, and the huge clock on the clock tower in the distance was pointing to two o'clock. At this time, he didn't encounter any robbers or thieves around. He didn't know if it was because his car was too famous.

"Alas, only a workaholic like Gordon would drag someone to the police station to take a statement at this time."

He sighed, opened the Gotham News homepage on his phone, typed "Gotham Bank" into the search bar, and clicked search.

News items appeared on the web page in chronological order, and one of the news headlines, "Gotham Bank and Falcone Company are about to reach a cooperation," caught Ma Zhaodi's attention, so he clicked on it.

"Since June, the cooperation proposal between Falconer Imports and Gotham Bank has been under intense preparation. After several months of negotiations, the bank's president, Richard Daniel, expressed his willingness to facilitate this cooperation, considering that this cooperation will provide Gotham Bank with millions of available funds."

"Fuck, who's so bold as to mess up Falcone's business—that's not right, he's the godfather of Gotham's mafia, why is he starting an import company?"

"Money laundering?"

He thought about it carefully, then clicked on the latest news at that time point, and saw that the time was exactly this morning.

"Just today, Richard Daniel, president of Gotham Bank, officially announced his resignation. He refused to disclose the specific reason for his resignation, only stating that he was no longer able to continue serving as president of Gotham Bank."

Ma Zhaodi suddenly understood something. Daniel probably had reached an agreement with the Romans. He was supposed to be responsible for facilitating the cooperation between Gotham Bank and Falcone Import Company, but it was obvious that he had stood up Falcone.

He suddenly resigned before the cooperation was reached, resulting in the project that was about to succeed suddenly lacking a key operator, and the Romans' business fell through.

He recalled the faint words he heard the man say before he died on the road.

".Leave Gotham and find a place in Paris."

"No wonder he wanted to leave Gotham City for Paris, France. No wonder he resigned this morning and was shot tonight. Romans are hard to get rid of. Revenge never leaves until tomorrow. Is this Falcone's style?"

There is a follow-up report in the link below this news.

"After Richard Daniel announced his resignation, the identity of Gotham Bank's next president was also announced. It was none other than Bruce Wayne, the heir to the Wayne Group. However, this famous playboy himself stated that he had no interest in the so-called import company. It would be best for Falcone Imports to seek cooperation with other banks."

Ma Zhaodi raised his eyebrows when he saw this news.

"This guy is a tough guy who won't respond to any threats. Bribery is out of the question, and threats are not appropriate. If Falcone wants to make money or launder money, he probably can't use the same methods he used to deal with Bruce Wayne."

But then again, why would an ordinary bank president dare to stand up the Romans? Is he really not afraid of death?
And how did Bruce Wayne become the bank president so seamlessly? Did he buy Gotham Bank?

He continued to search for corporate news about Gotham Bank. What he didn't expect was that this bank had always been a branch of Wayne Enterprises.

In other words, Bruce Wayne's attitude was clearly against the cooperation between Gotham Bank and Falcone Import Company, but Gotham Bank was almost about to reach a cooperation agreement with the company, but this matter was finally interrupted by Daniel's resignation.

As the heir to the Wayne Group, playboy Bruce seems unable to make decisions about his own companies.

"Let me guess, it's the same old movie cliché. The board of directors thinks everyone's money is money, and if you don't make money, you're a jerk. Bruce thinks the gang's money is not acceptable."

He closed his phone, threw it on the table, and slumped down on the sofa.

Alas, judging by the Godfather’s practice of never giving up until he achieves his goal, Gotham City may not be peaceful in the future.

It's much more unstable than usual.

(End of this chapter)