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Chapter 156: Leg Broken by Batman

After the banquet, the dignitaries left the presidential palace by car and, escorted by Secret Service agents, went to their designated hotels. Bruce had implemented strict security measures for these individuals, placing utmost importance on their personal safety.

Some people were very satisfied with Bruce's arrangements, while others felt that it was a form of surveillance by the new president and were filled with distrust.

Those who are worried about Bruce first see him as Batman, and only secondarily as the president of the country. They fear being judged by Bruce.

“It’s finally over,” Big Bus said.

"Hmm," Kara responded, shaking her head.

“I bet Lex Luthor has his eye on you,” Big Barry said to Kara.

"But I didn't like him."

“Lex Luthor…” Kara took out her phone and started searching for Lex Luthor on the video platform. Most of the search results were negative. Lex Luthor had done all sorts of bad but not illegal things, and he had a strange self-confidence and a strong desire to perform.

"It seems netizens don't like him either," Big Barry commented.

After learning about Lex Luthor from other people's perspectives, Kara's impression of Luthor worsened.

Fortunately, she now works as the presidential spokesperson, which means Lex Luthor won't have many opportunities to contact her.

Once a bad first impression is formed, it's quite difficult to change it later.

The last person to leave the dinner was Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's star reporter. Bruce Wayne personally saw the reporter off to her car and watched her drive away.

"Mr. President?" Big Barry called out as he walked up to old Bruce.

"What's wrong?" Old Bruce turned around.

"Is there anything special about this reporter?" Big Barry asked old Bruce.

“She reminds me of my ex-girlfriend,” old Bruce replied to Big Barry with a smile.

"He was also a reporter, and in order to find out who Batman really was, he recklessly rushed to the scene of the accident," Bruce began to recall.

"Miss Louise is the same?"

“I can tell she’s braver than my ex-girlfriend,” old Bruce said.

"Sasha..."

"what?"

“Give Lois Lane more opportunities to ask questions during the press conference,” old Bruce told Kara.

"then what do I do?"

Louise Lane was known among reporters for being difficult to deal with.

"It's a test of your speaking skills," old Bruce said with a smile.

At this dinner, Bruce Sr. had already conveyed the message of what he was going to do. In his campaign speeches, Bruce said he would do what he promised: improve people's lives, curb inflation, solve unemployment, and improve public welfare…

The global crisis a few years later wasn't Bruce's top priority; it was merely one of the important tasks he needed to accomplish during his presidency. Right now, the first problem Bruce needed to solve was the egg issue. Due to the avian flu outbreak, people couldn't buy cheap eggs, egg prices skyrocketed, and supermarkets were even rationing them…

Louise Lane rested at the hotel for one night, and the next day she took a plane back to the Metropolitan Daily headquarters to write up the news article she had conceived and submit it to the editor-in-chief for review, hoping to be the first to publish it before her colleagues.

"Louise, were you also charmed by that old man Bruce's sweet talk? Why are you praising him so much in your article?" The black editor-in-chief looked at Louise with some curiosity.

“If we were from the same era, I wouldn’t mind having a relationship with him. But that’s impossible,” Louise Lane said boldly.

“Our new president is a very intelligent man. He has a clear understanding of the living conditions of every group and is not a president who can be interfered with, influenced, or manipulated by others. Do you understand what we mean?”

“I have never expected our president to bring about any changes like this before,” Louise Lane said excitedly, as if she were embodying the press release she had written herself.

"I saw in your article that Bruce wants to undertake large-scale infrastructure construction? And bring industries back? To build a new International Space Station to replace the one that should have been decommissioned long ago, and to land on the moon again?" The editor-in-chief looked at Louise Lane's article and then at Louise herself.

"Yes, he talked to me about it at the dinner party, and he didn't just say it to me."

"Okay."

The Black editor-in-chief pushed up his glasses, stood up from his desk, and took Louise's press release to personally arrange the front-page headline.

If any other president were to make such grandiose promises, no one would believe them. But if Bruce Wayne were to say it, people might believe him at least once.

Wayne Enterprises is very capable. Of the "big plans" Louise relayed, only the "return to the moon" seemed particularly difficult for them. However, Bruce is now president and can mobilize more resources beyond Wayne Enterprises, making a moon landing only a matter of time.

Three days later, the Presidential Palace hosted another banquet. The people invited this time were quite different from those invited to the previous banquet; they were some "minor figures."

Farmers, factory workers, fishermen, livestreamers, game developers, amateur athletes, retired veterans… all these people have one thing in common: they all have a large following online. On the same issue, they hold drastically different views from the high-ranking officials and dignitaries of three days prior.

Bruce didn't impose the traditional banquet restrictions on these people; he even allowed them to livestream the presidential dinner, showcasing the event to their fans using the nation's best networks.

Hey Bruce! Do you remember me?

"you are?"

"I broke this leg when I was young, by Batman," an old man in a wheelchair said to Bruce while livestreaming on his phone.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said.

"No, I should thank you. Without you, I would probably be dead somewhere long ago," the other person said.

"What was your status when you were invited? I can't quite remember," Bruce asked.

“I am here as a representative of the nursing home,” the other party replied.

"Having my leg broken by Batman forced me to move into a nursing home at a young age. After my leg recovered a bit, I started working at the nursing home, and then I moved into a retirement home as I got older. No one knows the situation in nursing homes and retirement homes better than me."

"You've really had a tough time," Bruce remarked.

(End of this chapter)