Clark confirmed the official list of guests at dinner. Not far away from him, there were several photographers carrying long/guns and short cannons whispering to each other. Several reporters next to him frequently moved their steps and occasionally blew into their palms.

It is particularly cold tonight, and the weather forecast indicates that it may snow the day after tomorrow.

"Brother," a man in a thick windbreaker came to Clark's side. As he spoke, white breath came out of his mouth. "Can you borrow a fire?"

"I don't smoke." Clark replied apologetically.

"Then forget it." The other party was a little regretful. He rubbed his hands and stomped his feet on the spot. "This ghost weather is really deadly. It's fine if it snows. You can still wait indoors. It's not up or down now. According to the convention of those rich guys, it's said that it will start at 7:30, and we have to wait outside for at least half an hour."

Although Clark could not feel the cold, his peers who were so narrowed that they could not see their necks, so he nodded with a deep sense of the same feeling.

"Are you new?" The man's eyes turned, "Isn't Planet Daily Fermi in the past with such news reporters? Why did he change people this time? That kid caused trouble?"

"I don't know Fermi, but the social version urgently transferred a few people to Illinois," Clark said. "I can't draw people elsewhere, and Donghong is rare to follow him, so he sent them a few. I'm a new newspaper. The editor-in-chief called me last night and asked me to come here to fill in the gaps."

"I understand, that old guy White asked you to see the world." The other party suddenly realized and stretched out a hand, "Maybe there will be a chance to meet in the future. My name is Ronald, Ronald Jones."

"Clark, Clark Kent."

They shook hands.

"Looking at you as a newcomer, I kindly say a few words to you. Such big events are usually written on the cards for you, red carpet, internal interviews, and a final official release. The more giants you participate in, the fewer things you can say - unless you want to lose your job. For example, this time, basically the last content is what the spokesperson said at the press conference. It's the same for everyone you send. Your boss is not bad to you, and you send you to see the world." Ronald squeezed his eyes, "I have been working in the social version for at least six years. This is the first time I have seen so many celebrities gather together at the same time. It's not a loss to come here to freeze it."

Clark listened carefully and immediately said, "I don't even match the names on the card."

"With me here, what are you afraid of?" Ronald patted his back familiarly. "Besides, those rich guys always carry different companions and don't write names. How many can they recognize them? I'm not a skilled person. The few people gathered there are really capable people who can make all the beauties that are dug out from all corners and corners clearly."

Clark nodded, seemingly feeling comforted.

After they said a few more words, there was a sudden commotion at the end of the red carpet, as if the first car had finally arrived.

"The show begins." Ronald muttered, "The more self-conscious, the later he will be, and I don't know when we will wait today."

Internet giants, film and television stars, and celebrities in society walked through the red carpet one after another. They stayed in the camera area with formulaic smiles for a long time.

Clark also wanted to come over and ask questions, but when he saw no celebrity answering questions on the red carpet, he stood awkwardly.

Suddenly, a louder noise sounded, and the crowd had a clear tendency to move towards the end of the red carpet.

He took advantage of his height to look into the center of the crowd.

A high-profile black luxury car slowly stopped, the door opened, and a man walked out of it.

He had his gray-white hair neatly combed, and some wrinkles were also on the corners of his eyes, but his suit was straight, tall and deep. He walked, nodded proudly and showed a perfect smile. The man seemed to have waited slightly when he walked to the middle of the red carpet, and then turned around and looked at something.

"Bruce Wayne." Ronald sighed, "It's always that Wayne."

Clark looked farther than him, and nodded and asked again: "Is that Tony Stark behind?"

"Where?" Ronald stood on tiptoe and looked forward. He didn't wait long before Stark, wearing sunglasses, appeared.

Wayne walked back a few steps and hugged Stark, who had just gotten off the car and got off the car and got on the red carpet.

"A hug of 200 billion US dollars, I love this." Ronald poked Clark in the waist, "Did you see it? Wayne was behind Stark last year's wealth list. I didn't know how frustrated he felt. I heard that he opened a new production line when he went back, but on the red carpet, these two rich guys seemed to be fine."

They do seem very warm.

Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark walked towards the theater gate while biting their ears. When they got closer, Clark found that if Wayne was proud and Stark was as good as him, it was hard to say which of the two billionaires looked more arrogant. He didn't intend to listen, but Super Listening did this time - as reporters speculated about what the two giants were talking about, he only knew what Wayne and Stark were arguing about - they were discussing the December cover girl.

The young reporter tried to be calm, but his face showed a little.

When he walked past them, he seemed to notice his abnormality, and as if he was just a little help, Stark threw a kiss to the place, and Wayne gave him a condescending look.

The crowd was in an uproar, poor Clark's face turned red, and he was frightened and retreated repeatedly.

"He likes you." Ronald laughed, "Be careful, newcomers will soon make clear prices for your butt."

Clark pulled the bow tie that was almost breathless around his neck, and glared at the temporary companion in anger.

"Industry news," Ronald said mysteriously, "I heard that these two people are good at having sex and having fun. These female celebrities you have met today have either dated one or had a relationship with another."

"I miss the sports version a little bit." Clark said miserably, willing to give everything back to the rugby coverage.

"Forget this, I'm joking with you. Just a blowing kiss, man, Stark is just a walking blowing kiss making machine. What do you think of this woman when you see these people? This is the look of trying to get someone to bed in the next moment." Ronald pointed to the side of the red carpet.

Clark looked in the direction Ronald pointed and was stunned.

A man and a woman were walking there.

The man was wearing a custom suit, with a waistband and neatly buttoned buttons that made him look perfect in his waistline and slender. The golden cufflinks looked like two cat eyes, shining in his movements. But no one, no one's eyes could stay too much on him, because beside him, there was a woman holding his arm gracefully.

She was wearing a golden fishtail dress, which made the supposedly gaudy color dazzling.

She was wearing extremely retro matte lipstick, which made her gentle and delicate eyebrows and eyes aggressive.

Her rosy face is God's masterpiece, and only with loving touch can she carve such moving arcs.

"It turns out that beauty is really not afraid of the cold." Ronald murmured beside Clark, "Did you see her muscle lines? Newcomer, I tell you, this is a beauty, and ordinary people can't do it."

The beauty's gaze turned to this side, and there was a slight pause.

Freya walked through the media area with Oliver in her arms, smiled at Clark, and nodded.

When she smiled, the crowd suddenly became turbulent.

"Boy, who is the sacred person you are?" Ronald couldn't help it anymore and asked loudly.

Clark didn't say anything, just shook his head.

"Who is that?" Oliver said in a low voice not far away.

"A friend of mine," Freya replied, "he is a reporter."

"It's a waste of him being a journalist." A voice interrupted them, and Bruce Wayne waited at the door of the theater and grinned at them, "Oliver, what wind has blown you to New York. You always reject my party, but you are willing to be happy with Lex En. Don't you think it's too unfair?"

"Perhaps because I'm not that interested in alcohol, ravens and sex, Bruce," said Oliver, his voice a little cold.

"What a pity." Bruce showed a regretful expression, his eyes turned to Freya, and a trace of real warmth flashed in his boring blue eyes, "Miss Sheffield, we meet again."

Freya put a veneer on him, and Oliver pulled a hand behind her.

"I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday morning and found more traces of gray hair, but you are still so beautiful, which is really jealous." Bruce complained like a child.

Freya smiled and shook her head, just as she was about to say something, but Stark walked over from behind Bruce and patted him on the shoulder.

"Never talk about age like this in front of a lady, Bruce, and the years will only make us better lovers."

"You are about the same age as Bruce, right, Tony?" Oliver tugged in hatred.

"So, how about letting the uncles finish their words first, Oli," Iron Man stared at Oliver with his caramel-colored eyes for a while, and snorted, "I haven't calculated to register the commercial patent with you yet, boy."

Oliver made a surrender move.

The flash was beating wildly behind them, and Freya was glad that she had only exposed her back at this moment.

The man, who was often condemned as conceited and shallow, took her fingertips and put them on her lips and kissed her, blinking at her ambiguously.

"Your beauty is like a miracle," he praised, "even the most careless man will not miss this."

Freya nodded to him.

They walked towards the theater together, and Oliver took advantage of her and was able to step through the door one by one.

"You're all here."

Two people stood in the foyer.

Lex Luther stopped talking to another young black man and looked over.

"So, let the party start." He said happily.

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