The repayment date is 3 days later. Weiwei opens her asset interface.

[Current public funds: 0 (2.15 million gold coins)]

——[You have invested all the funds (charitable funds of 2.15 million) into the construction of the East District and underground construction]

[Currently converted public fixed assets: 2.25 million gold coins (4.12 million gold coins not recorded in assets)]

——[Iceberg Restaurant, Penguin Man’s other shares and land]

——[Not included in the public fixed assets, belonging to the City Hall but not used for auction by the City Hall, such as land in the East District]

[Current personal funds: 720,000 gold coins/120 diamonds]

——[You have invested your personal assets in Bingshan Construction Company]

[Current personal fixed assets: 7.11 million gold coins]

——[All the smuggled valuable goods of the Penguin people are currently stored in your package]

[Estimated bank balance to be repaid at the end of the month: 1.545 million gold coins]

[Estimated fixed expenditure at the end of the month: 800,000 gold coins]

In other words, Weiwei owed more than two million gold coins to repay, but she only had 720,000 gold coins available.

In fact, she can repay the loan at any time. She just needs to take out the things in the package and sell them on the black market. She can do the work of the penguin man again and sell them under the identity of Mr. C, the old scapegoat. The violin will definitely be happy because he is an experienced hand.

But if these dangerous weapons flow into the black market, they will quickly foster new gangs, which is too short-sighted.

Or sell the Penguin Man's Iceberg Restaurant. Anyway, Weiwei has no plan to open a restaurant.

But she had received reports before that no one dared to take over this tricky restaurant.

Because they are still afraid of the penguin man.

There are also people who are not afraid of penguin people, but they are still watching.

The charity money can be taken out for emergencies, but Weiwei would not do so unless it was a critical moment. It was agreed that all the money would be used for charity. If people found out that the money was misappropriated, even if it was only a small amount, the mayor's credibility would no longer exist.

She also doesn't know how to use her own money. This money is used to buy goods in the gold coin mall. Her plans are getting more and more shameless. Some single items that cannot be purchased repeatedly are getting more and more expensive. She is also worried that the money will be spent in three days.

"Wayne? No," Weiwei was sitting on the second-floor window sill of the church. The trees in the distance were glowing again. She looked away, "You can't always cheat good people out of their money."

Mr. Bruce Wayne, a philanthropist, playboy, extreme sports enthusiast, a good man who can take money out of his pocket as long as he thinks of an excuse. Weiwei can ask for his money for reasons like "building the East District" because the money will really be used for charity, but she can't cheat a kind NPC - after all, there are so many idiots who don't pay to cheat.

She leisurely jumped down from the second floor, trotted into the dark alley, and disappeared in the next second.

A black bat hung from the edge of the gargoyle, her face reflected in its crimson pupils, and then the bat flapped its wings and flew away, with a gleam of metal at its joints.

In the Batcave, Dick stared at the images sent back by the bat-shaped surveillance probe and said to Bruce, "I thought you would go close to her."

Under an assumed identity, or as Bruce Wayne himself?

"The spray paint that allows the zombies to work has no magical effect," Bruce did not answer him directly. "After giving it to you, she never thought about returning it, which means this is not uncommon for her."

He glanced at Dick, then aimed the spray paint at the wall. If he didn't move it intentionally, the paint would produce a fixed picture.

A red, crooked smiling face.

"It has all the right ingredients, but it does play a role in the fight, just like those speed limit signs."

"Ummm so this is stronger magic?"

Bruce glanced at him and said, "Think about those nails? If she could use magic, there would be no need to use those words to deal with Black Mask. So far, when we met Vivi, she only showed one peculiarity, [teleportation]."

"Wait a minute, Bruce," Tim, who had been silent, raised his hand, "She is not dead yet. She can be resurrected."

Bruce was operating the computer with a cold voice. He seemed to have entered the state of Batman and asked back: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"You see a dead body, and then the body is taken away by a gargoyle, and then you see a living person, intact, wearing the same, brand new clothes."

"Only trust what you see," Bruce said. "Even your eyes can deceive you."

Dick spread his hands and sighed, "You are always so suspicious. You don't even believe Alfred."

This is what Bruce said himself, and he admitted it. Dick could accept his idea because Bruce's prudence saved him many times in critical moments, but Dick always felt tired.

[“Should they still consider themselves to be steel mill employees, rather than Black Mask’s men?”]

[“The living dead have low intelligence, so can they experience happiness?”]

These sounds were naturally captured when Dick was talking to Vivi, and now these two sentences are played on a loop in the Batcave.

"'Think,'" Batman said, "and 'Happy.'"

"It seems that this undetectable spray paint works on a conscious level," he said. "She once said that she could get rid of the spray paint through 'willpower', and I thought I would give it a try."

Dick's eyes widened, and Tim came over: "Wait a minute, Bruce, we can choose someone else to do some experiments first, and we don't have to come in person."

"Yes," Dick emphasized, "although the spray paint didn't harm the workers and just made them start working, but what if Mr. C can control the effect of this thing remotely? What if it was deliberately brought back by me?"

"Then we are all under his surveillance. Nothing will work. Don't worry, I have a plan B."

Bruce took the spray paint and sprayed it on his feet. His expression suddenly became strange.

"How do you feel?"

Bruce took a deep breath and said calmly, "I feel like I can go to the company to handle the documents now."

Dick and Tim looked at each other: Damn, this spray paint is ruined!

Bruce looked at them, then turned and left, but he did not leave the Batcave. Instead, he walked towards his armor. He stared at the armor, his expression slightly changed: "This is indeed a prop that works on the consciousness level."

He said: "If I think I'm Batman, then I want to do Batman's work. If I think I'm Bruce Wayne, then I want to go back to the company."

You think you are Bruce... Don't you want to sign checks, compete with Stark next door, and take the cover girl to enjoy the sea breeze on the newly bought yacht? Dick thought to himself.

"If I did that..." Bruce whispered, "I would be, happy."

This is really a terrible thing. At that moment, he was almost overwhelmed by the long-lost happiness. He could resist fear, but he could hardly resist this kind of happiness. He thought about the time he spent with his parents, about how he and Dick gradually became real father and son, and about the lively child... He stared at the crooked smiling face on the wall and said, "These sprays must be destroyed."

Its happiness is poisonous and more terrible than any drug.

Only after making sufficient preparations would he approach the child. Perhaps she was indeed kind and just needed to be educated to correct her ideas, but the person behind her might not be the same.

What he thought was a child was no longer a child.

Weiwei switched her role as mayor and was yawning as she sat in the VIP room of the Gotham Central Bank.

The bank manager opposite her couldn't help rubbing his eyes for the third time. It was already very late. It was currently three o'clock in the morning on the 28th. The system was set up for the whole day on the 31st. As long as the money arrived in the account, it would be directly deducted. So, in total, Weiwei had less than three days left.

Can time pass so quickly?

Why does she feel like she hasn’t played the game for long?

They are waiting for the bank president to show up because the amount Weiwei wants to borrow is too large.

This time she was accompanied by her new secretary. Because her two other secretaries were busy with work, she picked a pleasing one from the new parliament to support the event.

Half an hour later, Weiwei came out of the bank and said to the driver, "Go to Plantagenet Bank."

She used the Iceberg Restaurant to take out a loan, and the Central Bank was willing to provide 5 million gold coins, but Weiwei suddenly remembered at this moment that in addition to this bank, there was another bank that could provide her with more money, and... she didn't have to pay it back.

Plantagenet Bank is also an old bank in Gotham. Compared to the Central Bank which was bombed by Bain and the Seaness Bank which was bombed by Little Chou, this bank named after Plantagenet has always stood firm.

——This is what Weiwei learned when chatting with the manager while waiting.

Games always hide a lot of Easter eggs in the details. For example, when Weiwei checks the data, she will know which banks have been attacked, but no one will tell her which banks have never been attacked. If the player is the straightforward type, he will probably ignore the details that can only be obtained through conversations with NPCs.

Its age may be as long as the history of the Wayne family, but it is only willing to receive the rich people in Gotham, the most distinguished guests. It is said that if you do not have a deposit of more than 100 million US dollars in the Plantagenet Bank, you dare not even laugh at the banquet.

At this moment, the panel in front of her showed the industrial flow of the Winster family. The Owl Court member who had surrendered to her before had already explained everything. His family had a long history, but it was no longer as wealthy as Wayne. It was said that their family had only opened accounts at the Plantagenet Bank for generations.

As he grew up, the same thing happened naturally.

She asked AI to search the computer and soon discovered that among the members of the Owl Court sent by the traitor Winster, almost all of them had only had intersections with this bank.

"I'm an owl, too," she thought with a grin, "so I have to be in step with everyone else, right?"

She left her secretary in the car and went in.

At four o'clock in the morning, the bank was located in an ancient building, the lights were bright, and the open door looked like the mouth of a giant beast swallowing gold coins.

Not long after, she sat in the more luxurious VIP room again and leisurely dialed a phone: "Mrs. Rothesay?"

"…I hope you're calling me at this hour for something serious, you uneducated little jerk!"

The noise from the other side was filled with the gnashing of teeth of being disturbed at four in the morning.

"I need your help, dear lady..."

Half an hour later, Weiwei left the bank and waved to the bank president with a smile.

She mortgaged the Iceberg Restaurant and got a loan of four times the amount in gold coins.

In other words, now her account has -

[Current public funds: 8 million gold coins (2.15 million charitable donations)]

[Currently converted public fixed assets: 250,000 gold coins (4.12 million gold coins not recorded in assets)]

"Secretary," Weiwei tilted her head and looked at the girl next to her, "You said you had deposited money in the Central Bank. What happened to it? I'm surprised it didn't go bankrupt after such a terrible accident."

Perhaps because he was able to communicate with Weiwei, the secretary was very excited and said a lot: "Yes, I still remember that everyone was very panicked at that time. After the matter was over, the first thing they did was to withdraw money -"

"But we were unable to withdraw cash. Fortunately, three days later, the bank transferred cash from other cities to curb the rush to withdraw money. During this period, the bank was unable to operate. We were all worried that it would not be able to survive. After the chaos, it took more than a month for it to function normally, including lending..."

Weiwei nodded continuously: Fortunately, the Central Bank survived the terrorist attack.

But she hoped that when the Plantagenet Bank was bombed, it would not be able to hold up.

She said: This bank can provide more money.

No need to pay it back.