Los Angeles, California.

Outside the Disney Music Auditorium, in front of the red carpet, a yellow Lamborghini slowly stopped.

"This is it," Harry said to Felicia, looking at the lights outside the auditorium and the brightly dressed men and women, who first opened the door and got out of the car, then opened the door for Felicia, and then invited her gentlemanly.

"Miss Hardy, here we are," he leaned over slightly, his right hand reaching out to Felicia.

Felicia looked at Harry's hand, his eyes softened, and he smiled, "Yes, Mr. Osborne," and put her hand on it.

Seeing this, the corners of Harry's mouth curled slightly, grabbed Felicia's hand, and walked on the red carpet together.

"It's Harry Osborne!"

A sudden scream caught the attention of the reporters, who turned their heads and turned their cameras to Harry, who had just stepped onto the red carpet.

Harry Osborne, the name has been the hottest in recent times. The young man who returned from a foreign country took over the family business and turned into a new billionaire, such a great headline will naturally attract readers, and later the exposure of Harry's superhero identity added to the fire, making various newspapers frantically dig up news about Harry, but Harry Osborne doesn't seem to like social situations very much, usually stays in the Osborne Building, and it is usually difficult to see him, so reporters are always powerless. During Harry's tour of the country, the reporters thought they had finally taken the chance, but the truth was that Harry Osborne was hard to get caught by the reporters. But now, he has automatically appeared at a charity event hosted by Stark Industries.

"Mr. Osborne" just wanted to take a picture.

Harry smiled back, then walked indifferently.

"Mr. Osborne, look here!" I especially wanted to take a picture.

Harry smiled back, too, and walked indifferently.

"Mr. Osborne, how do you feel about being a billionaire?" This is to dig into Harry's mind.

"Well, it's a pleasure," Harry replied after a pause, thought for a moment, and truthfully.

"Mr. Osborne, are you only here from New York for the gala?" This is a good journalist who digs news.

However, Harry ignored him and walked straight over.

"Mr. Osborne! Is this young lady your girlfriend? "This one is digging for gossip.

"Of course," Harry replied, raising an eyebrow at the reporter.

The reporter was not very satisfied with Harry's answer, this billionaire is not a playboy. Felicia, who was pulling Hari, was very happy, and smiled sweetly and bent her eyes.

For a while, the reporter's questioning and the sound of the cameraman pressing the shutter kept ringing. Of course, the reporter's questions have always been aimed at Harry, and the cameraman's camera is mostly aimed at Felicia, who is being held by Harry.

Harry always had a faint smile on his face, not caring at all about the questions asked by the reporters. His gaze inadvertently swept over a majestic, white-bearded bald man who was answering a reporter's question, and guessed his identity in his heart, thinking of what the man hadn't done yet, and the corners of his mouth curled even more.

But Harry didn't want to get to know that person, even though he might know him.

……

All the way to the inside of the Music Auditorium.

The scene in the auditorium was completely different from the outside, and on the walls, golden lights and shadows slowly flowed with soothing music.

The people on the dance floor are either talking softly to people they know, or gently swaying with their dance partners to the music, and waiters with plates are interspersed to serve the needs of the guests, and the whole scene is a standard high-class scene.

Once inside the auditorium, Harry let go of Felicia and told her to talk to people he knew.

On the field, Felicia still has a lot of people he knows or has seen, and Harry is not afraid of no one to talk to her, after all, Felicia is now the special assistant to the president of Osborne Industries.

Harry also saw an acquaintance, and he walked to the bar and sat down.

"Bring me a glass of whiskey and more ice," Harry said to the waiter. At the same time, it also attracted the attention of the people next to him.

"Mr. Osborne?" The man turned his head and said in confusion.

"Uh-huh," Harry replied with a sip of wine.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, I thought you wouldn't go out," said Phil Coulson, surprised, who had waited for many days at the Osborne Mansion without seeing Harry.

"I have to come out every now and then to breathe," Harry was not embarrassed at all, and drank to himself.

"I'm Agent Coulson," Coulson said.

"I remember you, the department with the long name," Harry said as he put down his glass and looked at Coulson.

"It's the Territorial Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, everyone keeps saying that," Coulson said helplessly.

"I'd suggest you change your name, even though this one of yours sounds more bluffing right now," Harry laughed.

"Well, I'll report to the sir," Coulson said, looking down and thinking about it seriously.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Coulson asked, looking up.

"Aegis, well, S.H.I.E.L.D. is good," Harry blurted out.

"Good name," Coulson exclaimed.

Harry smiled and looked at the restless entrance to the auditorium. Just as he and Felicia had come in before, the reporters were boiling again, and the flashes of the cameras flashed one after another. Harry kept smiling, and with his hearing he could hear what the reporters were shouting outside.

The flashes of the camera suddenly converged at the entrance of the auditorium, and as if in anticipation, a handsome bearded middle-aged man entered through the entrance, and Harry looked at him as if he was here.

"By the way, Mr. Osborne, our chief has a business to talk to you about," Coulson said at this point.

"Business? Well, I don't mind hearing about it," Harry said.

By this time, Tony Stark had already walked to the bar and sat down next to Harry.

"Bring me a whiskey with more ice"

The waiter gave him a strange look, then handed him a glass of wine.

"Oh" Tony Stark was inexplicably surprised by his gaze, and glanced sideways at the wine in Harry's hand to understand.

"Tony Stark," Harry said, getting up.

"Uh-huh" Tony Stark replied in his tone, looking at Harry.

"I'm Harry, Harry Osborne," Harry said as he introduced himself as he pulled a card out of his pocket.

"This is my business card, you can come to me if you have something, although I never hand it to anyone" Harry put the business card on the bar and turned to Coulson, "It seems that we will have to set another time." ”

With that, Harry squeezed onto the dance floor.

"Who is this man?" After Harry left, Tony pinched Harry's business card and asked Coulson on the side.

"Looks like you've got a lot to make, Mr. Stark," Coulson smiled as he looked at Tony.

Tony Stark pouted and slipped Harry's business card into his suit pocket.