"On Wednesday, Bruce Wayne and her new lover Eli appeared on the red carpet of Gotham Opera House to attend the Wabs Charity Fund auction. Last Sunday, Wayne went to the municipal hospital to visit critically ill patients. For half a month, our Gotham Prince has been participating in various public welfare undertakings in a high profile. It seems that the damage caused to him by low-altitude skydiving two months ago has completely improved. Citizens are talking about Wayne's move, but the editors seem to have different opinions. 'This is a carefully arranged

Media Events’ Famous media person Cook revealed to the newspaper, ‘Photographer and author, Wayne has prepared all the elements needed for news hotspots. What he has done is just one perfect show after another, and the real purpose is to build momentum for the newly opened production line of Wayne Group next month.’ Several other editors also gave similar comments. However, Bruce Wayne himself publicly denied that he used charity as a selling point to the public. Wayne said that doing charity is like **, an instinct that happens when feelings are touched.”

"You know I can hear you, Alfred," said Bruce.

"'Charity is like **,'" Mr. Butler's voice continued from the headset, "What a subtle metaphor, Mr. Wayne, even Whitman himself can't say more philosophical words."

Bruce mumbled a few words, and it sounded like, "Isn't this the gimmick the media wants, playboys, beauty, and rude words."

"I am so blunt, you are already past the age of being called a playboy. In this regard, Master Damian is much less worried than you." Arifred said, "Maybe I can expect the hostess to enter Wayne Manor before I die?"

A slight sound of electric current.

"Dream, Alfred." The old butler snorted.

Bruce pretended not to hear it.

Earlier today, Supervisor Jack called and told him that Miss Amy, who had appeared at various cocktail parties many times, would not appear in this negotiation. The other party temporarily changed people. Bruce immediately checked the information of the female executive.

Freya Sheffield, who studied for undergraduate degree at Midtown University, graduated with a JD diploma from New York University School of Law. After graduation, he worked as a commercial contract negotiation consultant, skipped twice, and finally settled in the company now. He moved from Washington to the Metropolitan area a year and a half ago, claiming that it was due to work changes, but it was suspected that it was because he was involved in terrorist attacks many times during the period. The video data shows that the woman has received good fighting training and is very helpful. She raises dogs, is single, lives alone, and lives simple and regular. The evaluations given by many headhunting companies in the data show that Freya Sheffield has a high level of business, is good in character, and is strict with her subordinates in her career. She has low salary requirements and a loose working environment.

It is more rigorous in doing business.

Perfect.

Bruce's eyes scanned a life photo, as if estimating her appearance. Then she recalled her date list that had a too single taste in the past few months, and immediately decided to advance the next plan.

"This will be very convincing. Brussey has been among models for three consecutive months, and the change of direction is consistent with the past rules." He told Alfred at the time and immediately decided to attend the round of negotiations in person.

Gotham's gangsters seem to have made big moves these days. There are several ships on the dock that have not appeared before, and they seem to be transporting some very important items. Judging from the confession of a small leader who was visited by a bat, it may be weapons, or worse, poison/products, and there are forces in the metropolis. The gang's gangsters' big moves mean that the bats that are active in the night also have to make big moves, so he needs the Brucey Baby who is active in the daytime to cover up like never before.

The headline offensive for one or two months is foreseeable. Originally, Bruce planned to make some noise at the Lex cocktail party, but since the fanatical Miss Amy would not appear, he could choose to avoid that occasion. Being targeted by the revengeful Lex is not a good thing.

"Spoken in negotiations with partners? Wayne is once again in trouble" is a qualified headline title.

"You stare at Foster, if she issues a press release, help push it," Bruce said again.

So Alfred, who had blessed the supermodel lady in her heart for half a month, announced that she had struck out with a little hope.

There was another turn to the Box Hotel. I received a message from Jack on my phone, indicating that the person had arrived. Bruce carefully checked his shape in the rearview mirror at the red light and confirmed that everything was perfect. The green light came on, and the black Aston Martin DB5 accelerated arrogantly, leaving the other cars far behind.

The waiter at the entrance of the hotel came to help park. Bruce threw the key over and got up and patted the corner of his clothes. There was a large bouquet of gaudy roses in the back seat of the car. He looked enthusiastic - no one could tell that he was almost frowning by the strong fragrance of flowers - he walked into the hotel with flowers in his arms, sure that he had glanced at the corner of the hotel.

Freya had just sat down not long after when Bruce Wayne entered the room.

She exchanged a few greetings with Jack, and heard the knock on the door. As soon as she looked up, she saw a bouquet of roses that could be placed in the flower shop to make a storefront.

There is a sense of a rich second-generation high school student's décor in the downstairs of the dormitory.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she looked at the person over the flowers.

Bruce Wayne has an amazing figure, he is handsome and dressed up properly. Although time has left deep marks on him, no one can deny that this is a man of infinite charm. For a moment, Freya saw his eyes, a pair of steel-blue eyes, which started with a sea, and immediately turned into a blue picture.

Wayne smiled.

A familiar, formulaic smile.

Freya has seen this familiar curve too many times in the past few days. Whether it is newspapers, magazines, or TV reports, Bruce Wayne seems to have the same expression whenever he appears in front of others.

Her curiosity stretched out her paws like a kitten in her heart. Freya silently said in her heart that she was here to negotiate for a hundred times, and then she thought about Steve's blue eyes and Clark's blue eyes one by one.

After a few seconds, she took the rose with a perfect smile on her face and politely took the rose. She held the flower, sniffed it deeply, and then praised it. After completing the fixed process of receiving the flowers, she felt that her nose might never smell the fragrance of any dish again.

Jack, the head of Wayne Group, introduced each other to them, and the three of them exchanged greetings.

The chef began to prepare the servings, and Wayne easily opened a seat for Freya, and only returned to her side and sat down after she sat down.

"The wines here are all special for Obiang winery," he crossed his slender fingers into a tower shape and supported his chin, not overly enthusiastic, but sincere in his tone. "You must try some. I have never seen you at a business party, which is a pity."

Freya smiled and felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, from this sentence, Wayne never stopped rectifying the lunch. Every word he said was just right, which made people feel the blue eyes of this uncrowned king of Gotham, and it also made people wonder if he was thinking too much, just like a cat teasing a mouse. Again and again, he stepped on the bottom line of Freya's temper, but magically retreated, leaving her alone in her throat, feeling very upset.

Freya has never been good at any social occasions, which is also her original intention of asking her boss not to arrange any unnecessary social engagements from the beginning. After half a day of trouble, she at least hopes to get some peace in business.

They used up a seemingly friendly meal.

After a meal, she felt that her Taoism had made great progress.

Freya can control her words and always be polite, but she cannot control her micro-expressions, nor can she control the media's mouth. So when she and Wayne shake hands and say goodbye in front of the hotel, the "click" sound of the camera is as dense as raindrops. She doesn't even care that she wants to make headlines, nor what the Gotham media will report - she is already smiling a little stiffly.

"I'm sorry for being rude. I wonder what Ms. Sheffield has to arrange tonight?" Wayne asked before separation.

"I plan to go to the new Poly to enjoy Gotham's sleepless night." Almost retaliatory and direct, Freya said hard, "Could Mr. Wayne be willing to give a look?"

I don't know if it was her illusion, but Wayne's expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Freya asked with interest. "The new Poly Zone is also rebuilt by your business, even if it has its advertisements on the Metropolitan Channel. I have to say that it looks quite attractive. But I have heard that the security in Gotham is not very reassuring, and I also heard that Mr. Wayne never appears in nighttime..."

"Gotham is safe." Bruce Wayne took the conversation without thinking and said ambiguously, "If I don't go out, it doesn't mean I don't have a social life."

"The newspaper said you had face to face with Batman," Freya said.

Wayne nodded. "I've seen that thug. He's just a vigilante who doesn't know what he's doing, creating panic among the people. Last year, Wayne Group just spent another investment to the police station. The police force here can be said to be second to none in the United States. Gotham doesn't need Batman."

Freya smiled and agreed, but she made up her mind to meet the policeman if she had the chance.

They made an appointment for negotiation time tomorrow and got on the bus.

The author has something to say: There is a video about the new Poly zone and the like

I don't know if it can be displayed, it was the Gotham and Metropolitan City advertisements made by Turkish Airlines before BVS

Go and take a ID photo today

I told the guy who edited the picture: Can you make your eyes bigger and your face smaller? Yes, right, fix your chin, fix your chin again.

Brother: If you do it again, you won’t be able to pass facial recognition then

Me:_(:з」∠)_
Chapter completed!