amaotonovel Chapter 2985: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (9)
Chapter 2985: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (9)
Chapter 2985: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (XIX)
"Let's not talk about this for now." Schiller patted Cobert's shoulder and said, "I heard that you have a good relationship with Edward. I hope you can comfort him and let him relax as much as possible and accept hypnosis therapy. Usually, hypnosis therapy can only be effective if the patient cooperates."
Cobert nodded and said, "In fact, I have been comforting him, but the effect is not very significant. His condition is sometimes good and sometimes bad. When he is good, I think he is a normal person, but when he is bad, he is a little crazy. My mother and I hope he can get better."
The two walked out of the office and into the corridor. Cobblepot said, "Williams came to Gotham relatively early. He can be said to be one of the first people to try to eat crabs."
"Before the festival?"
"In fact, it was when the gangs were just beginning to transform." Cobblepot said: "He was a very powerful businessman with a sharp eye and was very good at seizing opportunities. Many people who accepted his investment and cooperated with him became rich."
"Bob, too?"
"Who is Bob?"
"A manager who knows Williams, the head of the Wardlade Engineering Group. Have you heard of him?"
Cobert shook his head slowly, but Schiller was not surprised, because even now, Wardlade was not a well-known big company.
"Do you need me to check?"
"No, you should stay with your mother." Schiller stopped at the fork in the road and said, "Pamela got a windfall. She invested at least 400 million US dollars in Roy. They hope to use the money to plant rooftops in the other three districts to fundamentally solve the problem. What do you think?"
"That's great." Cobert laughed and said, "Thank you for the generosity of this lady. Roy will thank her very much."
"A party can't buy her off unless our mayor stuffs a dozen beauties into it." Schiller also laughed.
"Money talks. Although $400 million is not a lot in terms of urban construction, it is enough to solve the plant problem. It is really gratifying that the money problem can be solved so easily."
"I would give this advice to Mr. Mayor," Cobblepot said. He waved at Schiller and said, "You haven't had a good rest recently. You should go back and have some sleep. I will take care of Edward's problem. Good night, professor."
Schiller nodded. He was indeed a little tired. Investigating the mysterious principal had taken him around Gotham City for several circles and killed a lot of brain cells. He really should have a good sleep.
Just as night fell, two figures stealthily pried open the door of an office. In the moonlight outside the window, one could see that one was Jason and the other was Dick.
"Not ready yet?" Jason lowered his voice and said, "There's definitely something wrong with this company. I've never seen anyone put such a complicated lock on a file cabinet."
"I'm not good at this," Dick complained. "It would be better if Tim was here. He's one of the best at picking locks."
"Wayne Group is giving him enough headaches. I heard that there have been problems with the capital flow recently. He is trying to find ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure..."
With a click, the file cabinet was pried open, and the two quickly took out the information. Jason knew whether the information was useful or not with just a quick glance.
"Damn it, it's tax information again. I know you guys are very active in paying taxes... They must be hiding something."
The communicator on Jason's wrist suddenly vibrated. He pressed a button and heard Star-Lord's voice.
"We weren't able to lead them too far away. The security guards have gone back. Did you find what you wanted?"
"Not yet. Can't we really delay it a little longer?"
"No, the security guards are just ordinary people. We can't really open fire on them, but they are annoying... Are these guys really security guards?"
"Give me another ten minutes!" Jason gritted his teeth and said, "There must be some secret here, we will find it soon!"
"Who's there, put your hands up!"
The light of a flashlight suddenly lit up outside the window, and Jason and Dick were stunned. They just threw down the information and tried to run, but the police filed in. When Jason saw some familiar faces, he knew he couldn't escape today.
Outside the company's wall, countless fully armed policemen surrounded the Guardians of the Galaxy. The strong flashlights shone on them, and everyone squinted their eyes.
The group was taken back to the Gotham Police Department. James Gordon was filled with low pressure and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He slammed the table so hard that several people who were pressed against the wall trembled. Not long after, Williams, holding a fishing rod, appeared in the police station.
"Good evening, Sheriff." Williams was very nice to the police. He shook Gordon's hand vigorously and said, "I was fishing when I heard that someone went to my company to cause trouble. Where are they?"
Gordon gave him a look, and Williams looked back as if he had just discovered Robin and the Guardians of the Galaxy.
"Damn it... it's you guys! Sheriff, I have to tell you, they went to my construction site to cause trouble during the day. I didn't expect them to be so bold as to illegally invade my company. These lawless bastards must pay the price!"
"These guys..." Gordon looked at the group of people from the Guardians of the Galaxy, and after a slight hesitation, he said, "They are guests of a very famous psychology professor here."
"So you're not going to do the right thing?" Williams leaned slightly and stared at Gordon from above his eyes.
"If you insist, I can do that, but don't blame me for not reminding you that you may not succeed in putting them in jail, and if you try to do so, you may encounter some troubles that are beyond your ability to bear."
Gordon was as tactful as possible. In fact, he really wanted Williams to open his eyes and see how these people looked like Earthlings, from the clothes they wore to the weapons in their hands. Wouldn't it be funny to put them in jail?
Even if they could barely stay here for one night, could they stay in prison forever? He could enforce the law impartially, but didn't anyone consider the feelings of the prison?
Moreover, these people did not enter Williams' company. They were just making noise on the street and did not cause any actual damage. It would be good if they could be sentenced to community service. If they must be sent to prison, they have to start with the jury. But if you make the first move, the professor will not be polite.
As for the remaining two who actually joined the company, one is named Wayne, and the other is Professor Schiller's favorite student. If they are sent to jail, the Gotham Police Department will have no peace.
Williams understood Gordon's implication. He was obviously very skilled. He pulled the sheriff to the next room and said, holding the fishing rod, "Listen, James, can I call you that? I'm a businessman and don't want to cause trouble at all, but they provoke me again and again. I can't help but teach them a lesson, right?"
He took out his phone again, flipped through a few photos, pointed to the contract clauses and said to Gordon: "I took that piece of land legally and in compliance with regulations. Even if the house really belongs to Bruce Wayne, can he ignore the law?"
"If it really belonged to Bruce Wayne, I wouldn't have reminded you." Gordon said unhappily, "It's a pity that the person living there is Schiller Rodriguez. He won't talk to you about the law."
"He will, Sheriff. After all, he is a famous psychology expert and a professor at Gotham University. He is a respectable scholar and would never do such a thing as allowing someone to commit a murder."
Gordon sighed and said, "What do you want?"
"Now that things have come to this, I don't want to be too aggressive, but I have to teach these little bastards a lesson. I'll find a friend to help me mediate. How about you give us a favor?"
Gordon pondered it in his mind. After all, this was not a fight among the lower classes. Both parties were well-known celebrities. There was obviously no need to go to court. It would be best to mediate privately.
If Schiller wasn't involved, Gordon would have agreed long ago, but he was really afraid that Schiller had already set his sights on Williams. If that was the case, if Williams continued to contact Schiller, he would be hung up in the police station sooner or later.
Thinking of the last guy who was hung in the police station, Gordon felt a slight chill in his heart. He really didn't want to witness the birth of another work of art.
So he asked, "Who can you find?"
"I have a good relationship with the boss of the Cobert Group. He is a very likable young man. I can give him a call."
Gordon frowned. He always felt that Williams came prepared. Cobblepot and Schiller had a very good relationship. If Williams could really contact Cobblepot, this matter would be a sure thing.
"Okay, you can go back first. We'll meet at the police station at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late."
Williams nodded.
Gordon glanced at the group of people squatting in the corner and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to take them to the detention room. Whether they could be released on bail would depend on tomorrow's negotiations.
After entering the detention room, Dick turned on his cell phone and made an OK gesture to others, and everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon some of the information was transferred to Dick's mobile phone - it was sent by Helen and Aisha.
It turned out that they actually split into two groups. The Guardians of the Galaxy, Dick, and Jason came to Williams' real estate company, making a lot of noise to attract the police here.
Helen, Aisha and the new warrior team sneaked into the Wardlade Engineering Group to see if there was anything fishy about the company.
Williams felt that he had caught the thief who sneaked into the company, so he would naturally relax his vigilance and might not remind Wardlade to strengthen precautions, making it easier for Aisha and Helen to find clues.
And from some of Williams's behaviors, Dick deduced that this guy was probably coming for them, or to be more precise, for Schiller, and that this group of crazy teenagers who acted recklessly were just a handle that Williams used against Schiller.
They deliberately started building a large-scale project next to Schiller's house when there were guests at his home, and started to provoke them from the moment they met, so that the teenagers would get too excited and make the mistake of illegal invasion, so that Schiller would come to negotiate with them.
But because there were too few clues, no one knew why Williams did this, but in the eyes of several people, this guy was destined to die.
Dick looked at the profile picture on the communicator and saw Bob's picture without surprise, but his attention was soon attracted by another message.
"Look at this," Dick said as he sent the message, which Jason also noticed.
This is an income report from about four years ago. The item recorded is the project collection, but compared with other income items that are recorded in great detail, there is no record of the source of this money.