under one man in marvel

Three days passed by in a flash. During these three days, Bullo did not go to Hell's Kitchen to borrow money anymore, but began to make serious preparations for the upcoming party.

First, I learned some aristocratic habits, such as drinking red wine, and some simple etiquette. To be honest, these etiquettes are really troublesome and not very useful. They are also particularly difficult to learn. With Luo Luo as a Chinese, People's habits make them uncomfortable no matter what they do.

The most important thing is that whoever is a real big boss still practices this kind of etiquette, isn't it because they all go their own way?

After a brief study to prevent himself from knowing nothing, Blow took some of the money he had left and rented a decent suit. There was no other way, the suit was too expensive, and he could only buy it if he couldn't afford it. Rented.

However, even if he rents a suit, he still spends a lot of money from Blow. It seems that after the main mission is completed, he will have to go to Hell's Kitchen again, otherwise he will really have to eat dirt again. went.

Disney Concert Hall is the fourth building of the Los Angeles Music Center. The overall style is gorgeous and the main hall can accommodate 2000 to 65 seats. In addition, there are 260-seat theaters and small theaters.

Its unique and elegant appearance makes it an important landmark on Southern Avenue in downtown Los Angeles.

Today, this magnificent hall is also packed with people, because basically none of the capitalists would be stupid enough to refuse the invitation from Stark Industries, so now, the richest people in Los Angeles have gathered together to celebrate together. This big party.

Not only the rich, there are also a group of beautiful girls here. They are like butterflies smelling the fragrance of flowers, wearing extremely sexy backless skirts, surrounding the rich, eager to be taken away by one of them tonight.

If anyone knows about the entertainment industry here, they will find that among these women, there are many world-famous supermodels and some third-tier artists. But if you think about it, you will understand that those coming tonight are all the richest people in Los Angeles.

The money these capitalists have is enough for them to earn for a lifetime.

The time came to 06:30 in the evening. Although it was only evening, the sky was already dark at this time. The party started at seven o'clock sharp, but you could already enter the venue now.

At this time, Blow also came to the entrance of the club. Looking at the luxury cars at the door, Blow felt that his decision to walk over was simply too wise.

Because all the big shots coming here tonight are all kinds of luxury cars. It would be too embarrassing for him to come here in a taxi, so Blow chose to take a taxi two blocks away from here. place and walk over.

Now it seems that his decision was correct. The street at the door here has been blocked and cordoned off. There are even police here to maintain public order. Seeing this scene, Blow found that he had underestimated these capitalists. .

In fact, it stands to reason that only those who are invited can enter the venue. Of course, except for those models, no security guard will choose to stop a beautiful woman from entering here, because no one knows whose bed this woman will appear in tonight.

In addition to these models, everyone else has to take out the corresponding invitation letter before they can enter. Each invitation letter has a corresponding name, so it is impossible to replace it. Although there are many people here and it looks chaotic, but I want to secretly It is absolutely impossible to sneak in.

But even so, it was not difficult for Buluo. He pretended to be relaxed, then straightened his suit and tie, showed a confident smile, and walked directly towards the entrance.

Ever since what happened at Stark Industries three days ago, Blow has secretly told himself that he is no longer a country bumpkin. No matter how luxurious things are, he will never show a surprised expression. No matter how powerful a person is, I will never be nervous.

"Hey, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Blow casually walked up to a man who looked to be in his 40s and greeted him cordially, as if the two were very close.

"Uh... I'm sorry, do I know you?"

The man was patted on the shoulder by Blow. He turned around in confusion, looked at Blow's young appearance, was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

Blow was not at all afraid of the other party's questions, but instead showed a more kind smile. "Uncle, have you forgotten? Your son and I often play together. It's just that I have started to learn to manage the company now, so we see each other less."

"yes"

The man frowned. He knew what his child was like. How could he have such a prominent friend among his group of friends? But since the other party said so, the man couldn't keep a straight face, so he smiled kindly. laugh.

"You are so young and promising. It would be great if my son was like you. It's a pity. That boy doesn't study well all day long. He fights and does everything. In the end, I have to deal with it. If you have time, you must help me educate him. he."

"Don't worry, uncle. I'll call him out next time we have a dinner and we can chat together."

On the surface, Buluo looked like he was relieved to leave it to me, but he was secretly laughing in his heart. Who knows who your son is? After tonight, we will never see each other again.

While talking to the man, the two of them walked towards the entrance. On the way, when Buluo passed a group of people standing at the door chatting, he flicked his fingers and knocked out a white stream of true energy, and the true energy flowed into it. One of the people in the group stopped in his pocket.

Just like fishing, feeling that his true energy had touched the target, Blow raised the corner of his mouth, lightly grabbed it with his palm, and an invitation letter was held in Blow's hand.

The entire movement was completed in a flash, without disturbing anyone, including the person who was stolen, and without the slightest feeling that he was missing something.

After all, it's just an envelope and a piece of paper, it doesn't weigh much at all.

But having an invitation letter does not mean that Blow is qualified to enter, because the name and identity are written in the invitation letter, so Blow still needs to do some tricks.

I saw Bullo chatting wordlessly with the man next to him, while he opened the envelope without leaving any trace, secretly took out the invitation letter inside, squeezed it hard with his palm, and then put it into his pocket. inside.

When they arrived at the entrance, the security guard smiled and nodded to Blow and the two of them, motioning them to take out their invitations.

The man was very aware of this, and casually took out the well-kept envelope and handed it into the man's hand. The security guard looked down and after confirming the man's identity, he turned his attention to Bullo.

Blow didn't look nervous at all and smiled...