2168 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 9

The two men who were talking turned to look at this unexpected guest.

Luke stuck out his hand shamelessly. “Wayne Industries has been devoted to charity in the last few years. I like that very much. I wonder if we can work together?”

Master Wayne was very impatient.

Although he did good deeds, he wasn’t a good-tempered person.

He didn’t answer the question, nor did he stretch out his hand. He said coldly, “Sorry, and you are?”

“Bruce Bale.” Luke drew his hand back naturally. “A young man interested in charity work.”

Master Wayne wasn’t interested in hearing such a self-introduction.

Who the hell knew how many scumbags he had run into tonight who had come to trade benefits under the guise of charity. “Okay, Bale, right? Call me when you’re free to discuss charity.”

As he spoke, he gave Luke his card, which had the office number of the head of PR at Wayne Industries.

With this card, Luke probably wouldn’t bother him anymore. At the very least, he would have to find another excuse.

Luke didn’t take the card. He glanced at it and smiled coldly. “I’ve memorized the number. Sorry, but I don’t like taking things from other people’s hands.”

Then, he ignored the surprised Mr. Wayne and turned to look at the other man. He stretched out his hand again. “Mr. Clark Kent, it’s an honor to see you here.”

Compared with the mentally deficient Mr. Wayne, this man who wore black-rimmed glasses had a much better temper.

Puzzled, he shook Luke’s hand. “I’m sorry, Mr. Bale. Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so, but I hope we can be friends in the future.” The smile on Luke’s face was clearly sincere.

Clark: “…If you’re willing to help more civilians, I can arrange an interview with you.”

He felt that he was only worth this much to rich people who took the initiative to approach him.

Luke, however, sighed. “I’m very optimistic about my A.I. robot project, but this will trigger an even bigger wave of unemployment sooner or later, so there’s no need for an interview.”

Master Wayne: “…”

Clark: “…”

Diana: “…”

“Compared with needing to constantly pay wages and provide manpower and worker’s protection, mature A.I. robots are undoubtedly simpler and less troublesome,” Luke explained. “So, I hope to use the money I earn to create more jobs so that more people won’t lose their jobs and have no food to eat.”

The three superheroes were dumbfounded. Wasn’t this something that the government should consider? If they also had to put effort into this, then what was the point of the government?

It couldn’t be said that the three of them didn’t have this sense of awareness. It was just that they were warriors most of the time, and needed to think about the continued survival of the human race on Earth.

As for how to make life better for Earthlings, that should be the responsibility of the administrators.

Just as the atmosphere turned awkward, a young man came over. He stood between Mr. Wayne and Clark, and right opposite Luke, so that the four of them formed a cross.

The newcomer smiled frivolously. “Haha, look who it is. Bruce Wayne and Reporter Clark Kent. My two favorite people are here.

“I’m Lex Luthor. Hm, exactly that Lex you know.” He shook hands with Mr. Wayne. “You’ve always been in Gotham. Finally, you’re here in Metropolis today.”

Master Wayne smiled insincerely. “I’m here to drink your wine.”

Lex didn’t think much of it. “Then you should come more often. You might be able to visit our underground lab.”

Then, Lex shook hands with Clark. “Wow, you’re really strong. Anyone who fights you would definitely suffer.”

Then, he saw Luke. “And you are?”

“Bruce Bale. Nice to see you tonight, Mr. Luthor.” The coldness on Luke’s face suddenly disappeared, and he gave an extremely bright smile, which surprised Mr. Wayne and Clark.

He hadn’t shown that much emotion when he talked to them just now.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t care. When he saw Lex Luthor’s dark red name in the system, he knew that he had caught a big “black fish.”

Unexpectedly, this reclusive young capitalist had already killed a lot of people.

Lex was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected this person to be so enthusiastic.

At that moment, the Asian secretary behind him stepped forward. “Sir, the governor is waiting for you.”

Lex nodded and glanced at the three people in front of him. “Enjoy yourselves. I’ll have to excuse myself.”

Watching him leave, Luke suddenly said, “Isn’t this Mr. Luthor’s first time doing charity? Donating a library – he really is thinking about the future.”

Both Mr. Wayne and Clark felt that there was something wrong with his tone, but there was nothing wrong with his choice of words.

Luke said, “But this person’s ‘charity project’ is not something I can agree with. Gentlemen, my date is still waiting for me. Excuse me.”

As he spoke, he turned around and pulled Diana, who was watching silently, into the crowd.

After these successive interruptions by Luke and Lex, the two men looked at each other before they turned around and left in different directions.

Words were useless when you didn’t get along. If they didn’t fight, it was only because it wasn’t the right place to do so.

On the other side, Diana asked, “How does it feel to meet a magnate with the same name?”

Luke thought for a moment. “It seems that he’s been under a lot of pressure at work recently, which is why he has fewer female companions.”

Diana: “…”

Luke said, “On the other hand, love is clearly doing wonders for that reporter, which is why he’s so civilized and easy-going.”

Diana asked, “Isn’t it because magnates are rich and willful?”

Luke sighed. “He doesn’t even know how much money I have. What reason does he have to be so willful?”

Diana: ??? Wait, how does what I’m talking about have anything to do with money?

Thankfully, after personally witnessing this meeting of kings… Hm, or rather, kings + queen, Luke wasn’t interested in beating around the bush. “This magnate doesn’t have a good temper. It won’t be easy to do ‘charity’ work with him. So, I think we have a better chance of success with that reporter.”

Diana’s eyes flickered, and she understood his meaning: The Dark Knight wanted to work with Superman more than Batman.

However, that didn’t seem like a good idea. “Are you sure he’s really ‘willing’ to work with you? I think your styles will clash.”

Luke downed the champagne in his hand. “No, I’m actually a capricious person. As long as I can show this world compassion, I don’t mind changing my methods for the time being.”

Of course, methods and principles were two different things.

Saying that, he grabbed Diana’s beautiful and slender arm and gently moved her away. “Alright, Your Highness, we had a good time tonight, so…”

He took out a thick ‘business card’ from his pocket and placed it in her palm. “We can try to build a closer relationship in the future. You can use this to contact me if anything happens.”