Chapter 8 : Visiting Iceberg Restaurant

Why did the Penguin want to deal with him? Jude felt a little strange. He seemed to only fight with Bigfoot and Bob Dylan. As a Gotham underground boss, the Penguin probably didn't know him. No, We don't know each other.

Then he sent someone to kill him, I'm afraid it is still related to Bigfoot and Bob Dylan. Since the grievance has been settled, it is necessary to go to the Penguin to ask, otherwise unless he leaves Gotham, he will be met every day. Assassination.

But it's not easy to meet a big guy like the Penguin. First of all, you don't know where he lives. Their whereabouts are always kept secret, but if there is any place to find him, there is only Iceberg Restaurant.

"Iceberg restaurant, there must be a lot of good wine there."

Dissolving the four corpses and cleaning the ground with a mop, I felt a little thirsty. I wanted to drink some wine and realized that the inventory was exhausted. In desperation, I could only sleep for one night and regain my energy to go to the penguin tomorrow.

I was speechless for the whole night. When I slept at 10 o'clock the next day, Jude woke up with a yawn. After searching for a long time, he found a crumpled suit at the bottom of the closet and put it on. He wanted to go to the Iceberg restaurant. Wearing jeans or work clothes would only be regarded as a beggar turning away.

Across the streets, Jude slowly approached the destination. As one of the landmarks of Gotham City, you can know where it is just by asking a few people.

Walking and observing this city—this abandoned city, this sin city—is known as the city with the highest crime rate in the United States.

The most intuitive impression of this city is the sense of fragmentation. The luxurious city is wrapped in the poor and old neighborhoods of the last century, creating a strong sense of fragmentation, just like Mumbai, Bangalore, and Rio de Janeiro in the real world.

Most of the wealth created in the city is in the hands of the rich, especially the four major families of Wayne, Elliott, Kane, and Kobot. The vast majority of the remaining wealth is in the hands of the elite, and very little flows into the hands of civilians.

DC's father Batman is a representative of the Wayne family, Batman's mother Martha Wayne, formerly known as Martha Kane, is a member of the Kane family.

The first generation of Batwoman is Cathy Kane, the second generation of Batwoman is Kate Kane, and the first generation of Batgirl is Betty Kane. It can be said that the Bat-family has rounded up the two big families, Wayne and Kane.

The two big families Wayne and Kane are the stronger of the four big families. In other words, almost half of Gotham City's wealth is concentrated in Batman's hands. He usually spends money on equipment and parties. It will return to its own hands, the money will become more after the circulation, and then it will return to its own hands, like a boomerang that will grow bigger, endless, and endless.

This is the confidence that Batman can become the big gold master, can sit on seven satellites, and can build a space station.

Simply compared to personal wealth, even Tony Stark and Lex Luthor are not as good as him, not to mention that he has the support of the Kane family and the beauty of the world; removing a few monarchs and kings, no one can compare to him. Of course, Uncle Scrooge has to be ruled out. This duck is unreasonable.

Many people think that if Batman wants to change the city, the effect of spending money is far more effective than that of being a police officer, but the screenwriter refuses to let him.

Jude's footsteps were very fast, and he arrived at the Iceberg Restaurant after walking for more than half an hour. Along the way, he saw a lot of propaganda about penguins running for mayor.

"Sir, this is a high-end hotel with a minimum consumption." Looking at Jude in a cheap suit, the doorman reminded him with disdain.

"What? Have you checked my bank card or credit history, do you know if I have any money?"

"Although I can't see your bank account, my eyes will not deceive, sir."

Jude laughed and suddenly said loudly, "This is Mr. Oswald's hotel? A hotel that judges people only by appearance? This is the so-called gentleman's style? A philanthropist who is about to run for mayor but despises the poor in his heart? This is blatant discrimination!"

Jude's voice grew louder and louder: "Do you know how many poor people there are in Gotham? Let me tell you, there are countless! We are building Gotham; we have voted in our hands; we can decide who is the master of Gotham."

When I noticed the movement here, many passersby came to watch, and of course, most of them were low-level people.

Jude raised his arms when he saw this and said, "Whose hands are the votes?"

The audience was infected, and they also shouted, "We!"

"Who is the master of Gotham?"

"We!"

"Against discrimination!"

"Against discrimination!"

Where did the door boy see this kind of battle? His expression of disdain turned into horror, and None could not speak.

However, his fear did not last long. The shift manager found that the situation was not right, and he ran out to check.

The two whispered a few words. After clarifying the situation, the duty manager hurriedly explained that everything was a misunderstanding. iceberg Restaurant welcomes everyone. There is no discrimination here, and there is no distinction between high and low; otherwise, they will often give out charity meals.

Jude laughed. "So can I go in?"

The duty manager hurriedly said, "Of course, Mr. Oswald is a generous philanthropist. He welcomes everyone; please come in, sir."

Jude walked up the steps and was about to enter the revolving door. He suddenly asked, "Wait, you guys won't shoot black guns behind your back, so

 I can't get in or out.

The manager said with a black line, "How is it possible? We are serious businessmen."

"That's good."

Jude said that he stepped into the Iceberg restaurant and looked at it as he walked. It turned out to be magnificent. I don't know how many billions it would cost to build such a hotel.

The duty manager called to a waiter, who whispered, "Give him what he wants; don't care about the others."

then told other people, "If he doesn't have money, he can dig out his organs to pay for it; Iceberg Restaurant will never take credit."

"Sir, what service do I need?"

"Wine, the best wine; one bottle of each; I have a lot to drink."

The waiter followed the requirements and quickly pushed a small car over. It was filled with valuable and good wine, and a bottle could be worth a year's salary for an ordinary person.

" Is Mr. Oswald here?"

The waiter shook his head and said, "I don't know, sir."

"Then does he come back here usually?"

"This...I don't know, sir."

"dammit! What do you know?"

"I don't know anything, sir."

"roll!"

After he merged with his grandfather, Jude's drinking volume became a bottomless pit. From morning to evening, there were 17 bottles in total, and he was only slightly drunk.

The hard work paid off. In the end, he waited for the penguin. This short and fat freak came in lamely with an umbrella. If you dare to help, you will be sinking to the bottom of the river that night.

In the iceberg restaurant, everyone who saw him paid their respects, but someone coldly shouted, "Hey, little penguin!"

Cold!

Oswald stopped, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to a freezing point.