[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

The entry time for the charity auction held by Lex is at [-]:[-] pm.

People dressed in decent attire, kept elegant smiles on their faces, faced the reporters holding their cameras, walked on the red carpet with their female or male companions in their arms.

"Oh, this is the CEO of xx company...Wow, I know this female star..."

"Planet Daily" reporter Jimmy pressed the shutter while talking. He inadvertently glanced at his friend beside him, and found that his friend's expression was not as excited as his, which made him unavoidably curious.

"Hey, Clark." He shouted, and felt that his voice might be a little low in such a noisy environment, so he approached his friend to bump his shoulder.

Before he made this action, his friend who was lowering his head and fiddling with the camera turned his head and raised his eyebrows, as if he was asking him something.

Clark's hearing is really good, the thought crossed Jimmy's mind, but he quickly pushed it to the back of his mind and asked, "You don't look excited at all, I mean—" He swallowed , freed up one hand holding the camera, and waved, "There are so many famous people here!"

Clarke smiled at him, "I'm not unimpressed, I'm just, uh...maybe not too obvious."

"Okay." Jimmy shrugged, he looked back at the red carpet, and his eyes lit up when he saw the next person, "Hey, look, that's Wayne—"

The friend didn't respond. Of course, it might be too noisy. In fact, I talked to him but he didn't hear it.

Jimmy Kacha took a few photos, turned his head to remind his friend not to miss the opportunity to take pictures, but saw that his friend had already raised the camera, and the lens was pressing the shutter on the people walking on the red carpet, even the mouth And with a smile.

Uh, it seems that there is no need for him to remind, Jimmy thought, maybe Clark also knows that the person appearing on the red carpet is the boss of their boss, and his attitude should not be too perfunctory.

The Wayne brothers did not bring a female companion, but their handsome faces and the wealth of the representatives behind them are enough to make people feel their charm, and their every move can catch people's attention.

The flashes barely stopped as they walked down the red carpet.

The younger little Wayne tilted his head and said something to his brother, the corners of his mouth raised until he seemed to notice something, his eyes turned and fell to a certain place, his smile deepened, and his eyes curled up.

It's like saying hello to someone from afar.

The reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses chuckled, his voice was drowned out in the surrounding environment, and no one else heard him except him, as if no one knew who the young man was greeting except him.

……

Brody followed Bruce into the brightly lit auction hall, and sat in his own seat. The auction platform was at the front, and the auctioneer was already standing behind.

There will be a price tag next to the seat of everyone who is eligible to participate in the auction. Brody took it in his hand and looked at it, then turned his head and looked behind.

He moved quickly, but still attracted the attention of those around him, so when Brody turned his head, he saw Bruce looking at him.

"What are you looking at?"

Brody: "I'm just wondering how many people haven't come in and when."

Bruce put his fingers crossed on his abdomen, and his right leg rested on his left leg. After hearing Brody's words, he frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "I thought you were watching if your friend would come in .”

Brody coughed: "...just one of the reasons."

He knew that after the auction, there would be a banquet. In this case, it would always be better to have real friends present, at least he didn't need to keep that fake smile all the time.

After another 10 minutes or so, the auction officially started.

Probably because this is a charity auction, compared to those auctions of rare and rare treasures, people are less likely to become impulsive, and basically just hold up the price tag reservedly.

The money from these auctions will be donated later to help those who need help. Of course, it can also improve the style of these people present.

But there is another point that they value, and that is the banquet afterwards.

The people invited by the Lex Group will naturally not be unknown, and talking with them will broaden their interpersonal relationship, and even reach a verbal deal. Even if they may not be able to see each other, they will not lose anything.

Brody, holding a glass of champagne, made his way through the crowd to his friend.

"Hey, Clark."

He raised his glass to his friend.

Clark tapped his glass against him and smiled with Brody.

Jimmy watched from the side. He felt that his friend seemed to give him a different feeling than before, but it felt the same as usual. He shook his head, and Brody's eyes had already fallen on him at this time.

"Hello, Jimmy," he smiled and held out his hand. "I've heard Clark talk about you. Your photography skills are great."

"...Thank you, thank you for your compliment, little Mr. Wayne." Jimmy stammered, and hurriedly reached out his hand to shake Brody, but his face was a little uncontrollable with a happy smile on his face.

It's always nice to be complimented on yourself, especially if it's a different person.

When Jimmy was talking with Brody, he finally understood why Clark was able to become friends with this young master, because the other party's personality was really good.

He didn't have the kind of eyes that upper-class people look at people—the lower jaw is raised slightly. Although the smile on the face has no flaws, the feeling revealed from the eyes and subtle movements makes people feel that they are underestimated by the other party.

After talking for a few more words, Jimmy wisely found a reason to leave. After all, he was not Brody's best friend, but Clark was. His departure would allow the pair of friends to talk better.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other in a while," Brody said. "The last time was when I went to your house."

Clark nodded, "I've been busy writing reports recently, about the battle in New York, those monsters—"

"Ah, that thing..."

"The other day you told me that you went to New York to see a doctor, and after this happened, I was a little worried about you, but the phone still couldn't get through—" Clark paused, and the worry in his eyes turned into relaxation, "But fortunately, you Nothing."

"Ah, uh, yes... my mobile phone had no signal at the time, maybe those monsters smashed the signal tower or something," Brody rubbed his nose, his eyes wandered, "that's why I didn't see you in time phone calls and text messages."

Because of Clark's personality, Brody sometimes likes to share some daily things with his friend. Who knows that he just said that he was going to New York that day, and that kind of thing happened to him.

And he had turned off his cell phone in order to track Steve conveniently.

When the matter was over and he turned on his phone, he discovered many missed calls and text messages from Clark.

He called back and explained, but it seems his friend was reassured after seeing him in person this evening.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce—" The voice amplified by the microphone sounded in the banquet hall, and Brody and Clark stopped communicating at the same time, looking at the lady holding the microphone.

"...he is a philosopher and a successful entrepreneur. He is also the organizer of the charity gala tonight. He is—"

"Lex Luthor!"

The lady's smile deepened, and her eyes passed over people's heads, and fell on a handsome man, "Maybe he would like to come up and talk to us about some of his outlook on life, or his views on the current society."

Amid the applause, a man named Lex Luthor walked through the space vacated by the people and stood on the stage.

"Hmm," he held up the microphone, cleared his throat, looked up at the people present, and made a joke, "I hope you don't think the light reflected from my head is too dazzling—"

Everyone's eyes fell on Lex's bald head with obvious presence in unison. They were amused by him, and let out a burst of good-natured laughter. Lex also had a smile on his face. He waited for the people to calm down before continuing to speak. .

"Thank you for coming to this charity auction and this banquet..."

Lex talked about his views on this society in a witty language, roughly saying that although human beings are not perfect, human beings are a race that is always improving and has unlimited potential, and then changed the topic and said, "In addition, Regarding this banquet, there will be a small program later."

"From those lovely kids who wanted to show their gratitude to everyone who helped them!"

Lex's voice fell, and people in the audience whispered.

Brody looked at Bruce who came to him, "I didn't see this process on the invitation letter..."

Bruce nodded slightly at Clark first, then said in a deep voice, "Me neither."

Lex, who was on stage, had already stepped off.

In the next second, the lights in the banquet hall dimmed, and a beam of spotlights landed on a certain door of the hall.

The door was opened, and several well-dressed children walked out from behind the door.

If it weren't for what Lex said before, it would be impossible to see that these children are actually carrying diseases—of course, not infectious diseases, but heart diseases—they walked to the stage with immature and innocent smiles on their faces superior.

The children's performance is actually very simple, especially when they can't do particularly strenuous exercise, it is even more common, but no one will complain-even if someone hates children, it will not show it-these adults are all brought Looking at the child with tender eyes.

Brody's eyes fixed on a child with blond hair and blue eyes.