Outside a golden building in Manhattan.
The red carpet extended from the hall along the steps to the roadside, covered with gold sequins, sparkling under the flashlights of cameras.
Luxury cars stopped in front of the red carpet, and wealthy people in suits stepped out, contentedly accepting the crowd's support.
They like this kind of activity. Firstly, they can create an image of a good person without spending too much money. Secondly, they can meet many important people in the business world.
Security equipment dealer Henry White got out of a Bugatti, taking his son with him.
Soon many reporters came up.
"Mr. White, I would like to ask you about the big business you have obtained. Is it related to Stark's subway project?"
"There have been rumors that White Industries is the Stark Industries of the civilian sector. Does this cooperation mean that Hughes Industries has the vision to join Stark?"
"Mr. White, what do you think about the theme of this charity gala, promoting population balance and environmental protection in Africa?"
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"I am very happy to attend this charity dinner. Although Hughes Industries has limited capabilities, we still hope to contribute to charity!" Henry Whitecomb spoke passionately and in a very official voice to get rid of the reporters.
"Mr. Hunter, this is your number plate for tonight. The charity auction will begin after the dinner. Have a good time."
A neat-looking waiter came forward and took the invitation handed to him by Henry White.
"Hey, Lynn, why are you here?!"
Hughes White heard the familiar voice, poked his head out from behind his father, and was dumbfounded.
"Work and study, the tips here are much better than other places." The waiter was Lynn. He winked at Hughes. He was able to get in here thanks to the information provided by the other party.
"Hey, guys, do you know each other?" Old White was very interested.
"Oh, this is Lynn I mentioned, our classmate at Macon High School," Hughes introduced.
"Oh, Lynn Joe, Hughes talked about you and I was impressed."
It is surprising that a wealthy businessman like Henry White would remember a classmate that his son occasionally mentioned.
I guess this is one of the secrets to his success as a businessman.
"Hello Mr. White, nice to meet you. I've often heard Hughes talk about you." Lynn smiled.
"Oh? This guy mentioned me?" Henry White seemed a little surprised and pleased. He turned around and slapped Hughes happily. "Hughes, you have to learn more from your friends!"
"Hey, Lynn, I never mentioned him." Hughes rubbed his head and complained to Lynn quietly as he walked through the hallway.
“I think Mr. White really likes you mentioning him,” Lynn responded in a low voice.
"Looks like I need to learn the oriental art of speaking from you. The last time he was so happy, I got a sports car!"
“Hiss…” Lin En took a breath.
"But by the way, how did you get the job? I remember you asked me this only three days ago!" Hughes was very curious.
"First this, then this, and finally that..." Lynn would never say that he cast a happy spell on the security director, and the other party let him pass the interview in a very happy mood.
At Hogwarts, this might result in being sent to Azkaban.
"OKOK, I heard that there will be a highlight at tonight's auction, you must not miss it." As they parted, Hughes remembered something and hurriedly reminded Lin En.
"The highlight?" Lynn nodded.
In his eyes, the highlight of the day was the CEO of Sith Industries, Janel Pa.
Speak of the devil, here comes the devil. The security chief’s reminder came through the headset that Janel Pa was about to arrive.
A stretched Lincoln stopped in front of the red carpet, and a South Asian man walked out. He looked young and strong, calm and composed, but—
Lynn never thought that this Janel Pa would be a bald head.
What the hell? He had done some research before coming here, and all the pictures online were of a guy with a big smile and thick brown hair. Why now
Lin En, who was in charge of reception, looked disheveled in the wind. He compared Janel Pa's face with the one circulating on the Internet and found that the age difference between the two was at least 20 years.
Time is really ruthless and makes people grow old, and the amount of hair is not determined by people...
It was not until Janel Pa handed him the invitation that Lynn recovered from his shock, forced a smile and said "Hello, sir".
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
He wanted to cast a hair growth spell on Janel Pae.
Fortunately, in the end, Lin En resisted his impulse and decided to change his plan and get some other things from the other party.
He was about to lead the way for Janel Pa, but she just smiled but did not move.
Instead, Janel Pa turned around and pressed the handle of the middle door, as if to open it for someone.
Seeing this scene, the reporters at the scene hesitated for a moment, then exclaimed and pressed the shutter button one after another.
Janel Pa is a non-marriageist, so the person in the car couldn't be his partner. Then who else could the CEO of Sith Industries open the door for him personally? !
Sure enough, after the car door opened, a handsome man wearing sunglasses got out of the car.
"Iron Man!"
"Mr. Stark!"
"Hello, I'm a reporter from the Daily Express. May I ask..."
"Mr. Stark, you rarely attend banquets. This time..."
Lynn has witnessed Stark's appeal to the public.
At this moment, he was only one meter away from the other party, but it felt like there were ten thousand people between them.
Naturally, he couldn't hide his excitement.
This is Tony Stark!
Lynn held her breath, not knowing how to greet him for a moment.
"Hey! Kid, what's going on? Tony Stark is here too?" The voice of the security director came through the headset.
"Yes sir, he came with Mr. Janel Pa's car."
"Listen, keep the situation stable and don't let those reporters get any further. I'm going to notify the organizers now and ask them to go down and greet them in person!" The security director was also a little overwhelmed.
Tony Stark is such a person. He likes to be free from those old conventions and throw all meaningless rules and regulations into the trash.
"Listen, Stark Industries will always strongly support charity." Stark, as always, shook off the media with a casual remark.
He came here today not for the so-called image management, but wanted to tell those wealthy businessmen by showing up that the so-called mutant rumors that had been spread among them before were not worth mentioning - of course, these were all told to him by Pepper, and he still felt that there was no need to waste his time.
However, after he turned around, he put such complaints behind him. He saw a waiter with black hair and black appearance in front of him. The other party's figure and general appearance made him feel familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
"Hey, kid, have we met before?"