[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

Clark confirmed the official dinner guest list in his hand for the last time. Not far from him, there were several photographers with long/short guns talking to each other, and a few reporters beside him moved frequently, breathing on the palms of their hands from time to time. .

It's going to be cold tonight, and the forecast says it will snow the day after tomorrow.

"Brother," a man in a thick windbreaker approached Clark, and white gas came out of his mouth when he spoke, "Can I borrow a fire?"

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

"Forget it." The other party was a little regretful. He rubbed his hands and stamped his feet on the spot. "This damn weather is really terrible. It's fine if it really snows. You can still wait indoors. Now you can't get up or down. According to those According to the rich man’s custom, it starts at 07:30, and we have to wait outside for at least half an hour.”

Although Clark didn't feel the cold, he could only see colleagues who shrunk their necks so much that he nodded in empathy.

"Are you new here?" The man rolled his eyes, "Isn't Fermi the reporter who used to work with this kind of news on Planet Daily? Why did you change this time? Did that kid cause trouble?"

"I don't know Fermi, but the social board sent a few people to Illinois in a hurry," Clark said, "I couldn't find people from other places, and Donghong was rare, so I sent them to Illinois." I'm new to the newspaper, and the editor-in-chief called me last night and asked me to come here to fill in the vacancy."

"I see, that old guy White asked you to come 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.

"Seeing that you are a newcomer, I would like to say a few words to you. The general process of such a big event is written on the card for you, red carpet, internal interviews, plus a final official release. Attend The more giants you have, the less you can say—unless you want to lose your job. Like this scale, basically the last published content is what the spokesperson said at the press conference, it doesn’t matter who you send, your boss is right You are not bad, I sent you here to meet the world." Ronald winked his eyes, "I have been working on the social page for at least six years, and this is the first time I have seen so many celebrities gather together at the same time, come here to freeze Not bad either."

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

"With me here, what are you afraid of?" Ronald patted him on the back familiarly, "Besides, those rich guys bring different companions every time, and they don't write their names. How many of them can recognize them all? I It’s not really skillful, but the few gathered over there are really capable people, who can clearly identify those beauties who have been dug out from all kinds of corners.”

Clark nodded, seemingly relieved.

After they had spoken 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 is beginning." Ronald muttered, "The more self-conscious and dignified the later, I don't know how long it will be until today."

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

Clark also wanted to go up to ask questions, but when he saw that no celebrity was answering the questions on the red carpet, he stood there awkwardly.

Suddenly, there was a louder noise, and the crowd had an obvious tendency to move towards the end of the red carpet.

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

A high-profile black luxury car slowly stopped, the door opened, and a man stepped out from inside.

His gray-and-white hair was neatly combed, and there were some wrinkles around his eyes, but he was dressed in a straight suit, tall, with a deep face. As he walked, he nodded proudly and showed a perfect smile.This person waited for a while as if he was in the middle of the red carpet, and then turned around to look at something.

"Bruce Wayne." Ronald sighed out the name, "always so Wayne."

Clark looked further than him, and after nodding, he couldn't help but ask again: "Is that Tony Stark in the back?"

"Where?" Ronald stood on tiptoe and looked forward. He didn't have to wait for a long time, and Stark wearing sunglasses appeared.

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

"A hug of 2000 billion dollars, I love this." Ronald poked Clark's waist, "Did you see that? Wayne was ranked behind Stark in the Fortune List last year. Opened a new production line, but on the red carpet these two rich guys acted like nothing happened."

They do seem very lively.

Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark walked towards the theater gate while biting their ears. When they got closer, Clark realized that if Wayne was arrogant, Stark would also act on par with him. It was hard to say Of the two billionaires who looks more arrogant.He had no intention of listening, but super hearing didn't help this time - he alone knew what Wayne and Stark were arguing about while the reporters were guessing what the two titans were talking about - they were discussing December's cover girl.

The little reporter tried to stay calm, but there was something on his face.

Walking past them, as if aware of his abnormality, and as if he was just passing by, Stark blew a kiss here, and even Wayne gave him a condescending look.

The crowd was in an uproar, and poor Clark blushed and backed away in fright.

"He likes you." Ronald laughed. "Be careful, newcomer, the rich guys will put a price on your ass soon."

Clark tugged on the bow tie that was making him breathless, and glared at the temporary companion angrily.

"Industry news," Ronald said mysteriously, "I heard that these two people are good at making fun of meat and vegetables. The female stars you met today have either dated this one, or had an affair with another."

"I kind of miss the sports page," Clark said wretchedly, willing to give anything to get back into football coverage.

"Forget about it, I was kidding you. It was just a kiss, man, Stark is a walking kiss machine. See what these people think of that woman? That's what it takes to blow someone the next minute Get the eyes on the bed." Ronald pointed to the side of the red carpet.

Clark looked in the direction Ronald pointed, and was taken aback for a moment.

A man and a woman were walking there.

The man was wearing a custom-made suit, with a girdle and neatly buttoned buttons, showing his perfect waistline and slender figure.The golden cufflinks are like cat's eyes, reflecting light in action.But no one, no one's eyes can stay on him too much, Gein is beside him, and a woman is holding his arm gracefully.

She wore a gold mermaid dress that made the otherwise gaudy color pop.

She was wearing a very retro matte lipstick, reflecting the gentle and delicate eyebrows and eyes aggressively.

Her rose-colored face is a masterpiece of God, and only a loving touch can carve such a moving arc.

"It turns out that beauties are really not afraid of the cold." Ronald murmured beside Clark, "Have you seen her muscular lines, newcomer, let me tell you, this is a stunner, and ordinary people can't get it."

The stunner's eyes turned to this side, and there was an imperceptible pause.

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

When she smiled, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Boy, who the hell are you?" Ronald couldn't bear it anymore, and asked loudly.

Clark said nothing, just shook his head.

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

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

"What a waste of him being a reporter." A voice interrupted them, and Bruce Wayne was waiting at the door of the theater, grinning at them, "Oliver, what brought you to New York. You always turn down my parties, But you are willing to be kind to Lex, don't you think this is too unfair?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not that interested in booze, orgies, and sex, Bruce," Oliver said, his voice flat.

"It's a pity." Bruce showed a regretful expression, his eyes turned to Freya, and a real warmth flashed in those dull blue eyes, "Miss Sheffield, we meet again."

Freya kissed him face to face, and Oliver secretly pulled her behind her back.

"I took a picture of myself in the mirror yesterday morning and found more traces of gray hair, but you are still so beautiful, I am so jealous." Bruce complained like a child.

Freya shook her head with a smile, and was about to say something when Stark came over from behind Bruce and patted him on the shoulder.

"Never, never talk about age like that in front of a lady, Bruce, it just makes us better lovers."

"You're about Bruce's age, aren't you, Tony?" Oliver yanked the hate.

"Well, how about letting the uncles finish talking first, Ollie," Iron Man stared at Oliver for a while with his caramel-colored eyes, and snorted, "I haven't yet called you a preemptive registration of commercial patents under my name." What about the bill, kid."

Oliver made a gesture of surrender.

The flash lights frantically danced behind them, and Freya was glad that she only showed her back at this moment.

The man, often condemned as vain and shallow, took her fingertips to his lips, kissed her, and gave her an ambiguous wink.

"Your beauty is miraculous," he admired. "Not even the most careless man can miss it."

Freya nodded to him.

They walked toward the theater hand in hand, and Oliver, in her favor, was able to step through the gate before the other two.

"You are all here."

There were two people standing in the hall.

Lex Luthor broke off a conversation with another young black man to look over.

"So let's get the party started," he said cheerfully.

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