American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

The morning after returning from the cemetery, Wang Baixi stood in the conference room on the top floor of the Wayne Building, feeling like a head of state delivering a speech at the United Nations General Assembly.

The conference room was filled with executives from various departments of the Wayne Group. Their black suits and white shirts made the room look like a giant chessboard.

The five percent stake also gave him the confidence to establish himself in the game.

"Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Wang Baixi, a special advisor to the Wayne Group, from across the ocean!" Joshua Wayne stood beside the projection screen, giving his opening remarks for the meeting. Finally, he extended his left hand, gesturing for the attendees to look at Wang Baixi, "He will present you with an unprecedented business plan."

Although Joshua hadn't been with the company much longer than Wang Baixi, they both had to admit that Joshua was shrewd and capable, and possessed a certain charm in his every move.

Of course, the most crucial issue is that, like Wang Baixi, he has real shares as collateral. Although his share is far less than Wang Baixi's, he still has a place in the shareholders' meeting after the power restructuring.

In this conference room, shares are more convincing than DNA.

"Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Joshua."

“First, I want to declare that this plan wasn’t conceived by me alone. It’s a plan that Mr. Fox, Mr. Joshua, and I came up with together after staying up all night. It’s the only one of its kind in Gotham!” Wang Baixi opened the thick stack of documents in front of him and declared his name as the author of the business plan. Then he cleared his throat. “We believe that all of Gotham urgently needs a complete revolution. From the entertainment industry to transportation, education, and healthcare, every sector needs sweeping reforms. Wayne Enterprises will play a leading role in this. This will be a phased plan, and the entire plan is expected to be implemented gradually over five years, so you can also call it…”

Everyone squinted.

"Distribute the plan!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

An executive sitting on the left side of the long table, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, placed his coffee cup back on the saucer with a crisp sound that silenced the entire table.

“Mr. Wang,” the executive said in a tone like a professor reviewing a student’s paper, “your report is too vague.”

"Sir, your rebuttal is equally vague. A report should be brief, of course. Do you want me to ramble on for half an hour? Besides, the draft business plan has been sent to everyone's email address. If you have any more constructive questions, you can ask them later. I will allow you to take notes."

"Hey Mr. Wang, I don't care what business plan you've submitted. I've done financial auditing for Wayne Group for twenty years, and I've never seen an advisor dare to make such pronouncements without submitting any financial feasibility report. What you just mentioned about healthcare reconstruction and educational infrastructure sounds good, but how will the accounts be done? Who will approve the budget?"

What department are you from?

"Financial Audit Department".

"Oh, I've never heard of it."

"you!"

“Enough, gentlemen,” Lucius Fox’s voice came from the other end of the long table.

He stood up, his dark face etched with seriousness. "I checked Mr. Wang's proposal item by item last night. The audit department can access the electronic files. If you find any decimal point error in my work, Lucius Fox, I will resign tomorrow. Please, this is just a draft; you don't need to make such a fuss."

The executive let out a helpless sigh, then opened the folder in front of him that still had the plastic seal on it.

"I will definitely read it carefully, I promise," he said softly.

Joshua took two steps forward, subtly placing himself between Wang Baixi and the executive. "Great! Now that Mr. Fox has guaranteed our financial data, we can move on to the next step. There's a lot to cover, so we'll start with the entertainment and cultural industries... By the way, Bruce, do you have any opinions?"

All eyes turned to the end of the long table.

Bruce Wayne was leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped over his abdomen, breathing evenly and slowly.

"Bruce?"

Oh, his dear grandson is enjoying a life of luxury.

“Bruce!” Joshua raised his voice.

Bruce's body trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, looking at everyone with a bewildered expression.

"Bruce, do you have any opinions on our plan?" Wang Baixi asked.

Bruce Wayne blinked, looking around as if trying to grasp the situation, but clearly failed.

He then frowned slightly and uttered the most honest statement he had made since taking office:

"What you all say makes sense."

Everyone: "..."

……

After the meeting, Bruce Wayne couldn't help but go to the restroom. He asked Wang Baixi to follow him. As soon as they entered the restroom, Bruce locked the door and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Wang Baixi asked.

"Regarding the reconstruction plan, some of the infrastructure responsibilities are within our legal authority, but others have far exceeded the red line. For example, forming a legal superhero group, what's with the 'Seven'? We already have the 'Justice League.' These things sound like they're the city government's responsibility!"

"Ahem, whenever you want to open a window, you have to first say that you want to tear down the roof," Wang Baixi said dismissively. "That's ancient Eastern wisdom."

“Very well, my dear philosopher-king, then can you tell me what prompted you to have such a loving heart?” Bruce looked at Wang Baixi speechlessly.

“Bruce, don’t you understand?” Wang Baixi yawned, leaning against the sink. “Because I need to regularly infuse you two with magic, I’ll be living in Gotham for a very long time. I need to make sure Gotham isn’t bombed by some crazy lunatic. So maintaining infrastructure and creating jobs to reduce crime are necessary. Good heavens, the way you put it… it does sound like something the city government should be doing.”

"You should run for President of the United States."

"I wasn't born in this country."

I'm not giving any suggestions!

"Stop with the jokes, where do you plan to start?"

“What do you think? I’d like to hear your opinion, old man. Our business plan was indeed too hasty.” Wang Baixi shrugged.

“In my opinion, the most important thing is actually the city’s sewer system.” Bruce took out a tissue and wiped his hands. “You have to renovate them and then completely eradicate the owl’s nest.”

“You’re right,” Wang Baixi’s eyes lit up. “Then we’ll build a new base there and drive the owls out; that’s the bats’ lair.”

"What's the meaning."

"I'm serious, your Batcave holds too many secrets, and it's not secure enough. Instead of keeping the Batcave hidden beneath Gotham, why not turn the whole of Gotham into your Batcave?"

Bruce looked at Wang Baixi without answering immediately. He stared at him for a long time before he understood what Wang Baixi meant.

“This is… insane.” He frowned.

“I think it’s not enough,” Wang Baixi said with a smile.

Bruce sighed and said to Wang Baixi, "Alright, you should go back and rest first, Wang. I've arranged a new place for you to stay in Bristol, just four blocks from the company and close to the Oracle's Clock Tower. There will be people to help you with your daily affairs and protect your safety. The car is waiting for you outside. If you run into any trouble, you know how to contact me."

"Thanks, boss."

Wang Baixi pushed open the bathroom door, stepped into the elevator, and went down to the first floor of the building. He tried his best to ignore the reporters at the door and got into the black car that was waiting for him.

He sat in the passenger seat and glanced at his driver, a middle-aged man with a thin face and protruding eyes who looked somewhat uneasy. As soon as Wang Baixi fastened his seatbelt, he stepped on the gas.

"Sir, what's your name?" Wang Baixi asked casually without giving it much thought.

“Just call me…just call me Jack, sir.” After saying this, Jack’s expression became increasingly uneasy, and his voice became hesitant. “Oh, sir. Please, please forgive me.”

"what happens?"

A sense of unease suddenly welled up in Wang Baixi's heart.

"Please don't blame me. I have a wife and children. I had no choice!"

"Hey Jack, calm down! Tell me what happened! Maybe I can help you."

Jack took a deep breath and turned to look at Wang Baixi.

"Please...please open the glove box in front of you."

Chapter Sixty-Three: Race Against Time

Wang Baixi opened the glove box in front of the passenger seat, inside which lay a black walkie-talkie. The walkie-talkie's indicator light flashed, like the compound eyes of an insect.

Who could be on the other end of the walkie-talkie?

As he thought about it, he took it out, and a familiar, sinister laugh came from the walkie-talkie.

"Wang Baixi, it's been a long time."

Damn it, it was him.

"Penguin?" Wang Baixi sighed helplessly. "How did you get out of prison?"

"Why can't I get out of prison? I'm a law-abiding citizen, and I even made several new friends in prison! You bastard, I was trying to help you out, and you took advantage of my misfortune and robbed my nightclub!"

"I'm responding to the municipal government's call to optimize the business environment, crack down on illegal operations, and ban prostitution, gambling, and drugs..."

"I don't care about anything else, just give me back my nightclub!"

"Um...we have received your report and our company will take it very seriously. Mr. Cobert, please keep your communication channels open and wait patiently for our notification!"

"Shut up!" Penguin was furious at Wang Baixi's read replies. "Hmph, let's see how long you can keep laughing, Wang Baixi. You don't know, do you? Right under the car you're sitting in right now, there's already enough C4 explosives to turn the whole street upside down."

The whole street was overturned, isn't that a bit exaggerated...?

Wang Baixi subconsciously looked down at his feet.

Of course, he couldn't see anything.

What the hell? This guy actually infiltrated Wayne Enterprises? He's got connections everywhere!

He said we should seriously improve the business environment!

On the other side, after hearing this, Jack pressed the accelerator even harder, and the speedometer needle jumped from forty to sixty, and then climbed wildly from sixty towards eighty.

The Penguin grinned and said, “The bomb will explode once the speed drops below fifty miles per hour. You can only stop where I tell you to. Once you get there, you’ll be safe, and we’ll have time to talk business. Oh, and don’t try to tell Batman about this. I can see your every move.”

"Where is our destination?"

“Your driver knows.”

Playing coy, huh?

"Alright then, what do you want to talk to me about?" Wang Baixi frowned.

He has a very bad impression of the Penguin now.

Can't he just sit in jail obediently?

"Of course, it's about our gang's development." The Penguin chuckled twice, then the walkie-talkie went silent.

Wang Baixi placed the walkie-talkie on the dashboard, feeling the car's speed continue to climb. Jack gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if both his hands were glued to it.

"Hey, Jack, Jack! Calm down," Wang Baixi couldn't help but urge.

At that moment, he felt like he was going to throw up.