American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

"Don't tell me that the president of Stark Industries came here today specifically to see me!"

"Hey, good morning, Mr. Lin!"

Tony Stark greeted him with a smile, completely oblivious to the mockery he was receiving.

He even nodded seriously and said:

"Mr. Lin, you guessed right. I've come here to invite you to Stark Industries' ball!"

"I can't dance!"

Lin Feng refused without hesitation and prepared to close the door and see the guest out.

Tony Stark's lips twitched slightly.

He's a billionaire, a genius inventor, yet he's being turned away.

Who would believe that if I told them?

"Don't rush, Mr. Lin, think about it again!"

Seeing the door about to close, he quickly reached out to stop it, anxiously saying:

"There will be lots of sexy beauties at the dance tonight, like fashion models and female celebrities. We can ride horses to our hearts' content then!"

Tony Stark flashed a knowing smile that any man would understand.

Aren't you afraid Pepper will get jealous?

Lin Feng leaned against the doorway, chuckling and teasing.

"Forehead...."

Tony Stark's expression froze.

Under Lin Feng's gaze, he coughed awkwardly and said in a serious tone:

"Mr. Lin, you're joking. I'm a golden bachelor, isn't it normal for me to go out with girls?"

"hehe."

Lin Feng smiled but didn't expose him.

He nodded and said:

"Alright, I'll be there tonight! But let me make this clear beforehand, I'm just here for the fun, don't bother me with anything else!"

Tony Stark is, after all, a main character in the story.

Who knows, there might be some memorable moments.

Since he had nothing else to do, he didn't mind joining in the fun and relaxing a bit.

The daily intensive training is exhausting.

"call!"

Tony Stark breathed a sigh of relief when Lin Feng agreed.

He patted his chest and assured them:

"Mr. Lin, don't worry, you're sure to have a wonderful night. What do you think of the twin models?"

"How big?"

Lin Feng asked subconsciously.

Tony Stark chuckled, holding the ball in both hands, and said meaningfully:

"That's a supermodel! Absolutely beyond your imagination!"

"uh-huh."

Lin Feng remained noncommittal and closed the door to see the person out.

Tony Stark's expression froze.

"Mr. Lin, I will send someone to pick you up tonight!"

Shaking his head, Tony Stark called out into the doorway, then turned and left with a sigh.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that one day he had become a sycophant.

But what could he do when he needed someone's help?

Moreover, Lin Feng had saved his life, and tonight's dance was one of his ways to express his gratitude to Lin Feng.

Tony Stark got into his sports car, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

There was a contract on the passenger seat.

The cover has a line of large text:

'Stark Industries Equity Transfer Agreement...'

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Time flies, and it's evening.

The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow through the clouds.

Happy, Tony Stark's bodyguard and driver, drove a low-key yet luxurious car slowly into the residential area where Lin Feng lived.

The car window rolled down, revealing Happy's respectful smiling face.

"Mr. Lin, please get in the car!"

He nodded politely to Lin Feng, his tone respectful.

"Ah."

Lin Feng nodded and sat in the back seat.

Happy said respectfully:

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Stark has specially prepared a suit for you, hand-tailored by an Italian craftsman. You will surely look radiant tonight!"

As he spoke, he pressed the start button, and a partition rose between the front and back seats.

This fully guarantees the privacy of those in the back seat.

Even if you do things you like, you won't be discovered, although eavesdropping is inevitable.

"Tony Stark definitely has ulterior motives!"

Lin Feng glanced at the clothes beside him and shook his head slightly.

Tonight's dance is probably not going to be so simple.

But he was just joining in the fun.

As the car started, Lin Feng changed into a tailor-made suit in the spacious cabin.

It's no wonder it was handcrafted by a master.

It has a smooth feel, a good cut, and uses very high-quality materials.

It's very comfortable to wear.

Happy skillfully adjusted the music in the car, the relaxing melody easing the impending social pressure.

The car drove towards the dance venue, and night quietly fell.

The bustling streets of New York City shone even brighter under the lights.

The scenery along the way flashed by like a movie.

We arrived at our destination soon.

To Lin Feng's surprise, there were so many 'acquaintances' at the ball.

.....

27: A chance encounter with Gwen! Mr. Fantastic!

Happy respectfully opened the car door for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng got out of the car and, led by Happy, entered the ball.

The ball was bustling with people.

Everyone was dressed in a suit and tie, looking radiant, like a grand feast.

The ladies were even more dazzling, wearing revealing outfits.

Along his journey, Lin Feng saw many characters that only appeared on television.

He also saw the now-famous Fantastic Four.

However, at this point, these people were just ordinary people, at most considered to have exceptional intelligence.

As Lin Feng passed by, he vaguely heard Mr. Miracle Richard talking to others about some kind of investment.

This reminded Lin Feng of the opportunity that led to the creation of the Fantastic Four.

Richard and his colleagues went to space to conduct research, but encountered a cosmic storm, causing their bodies to mutate.

Perhaps this can be considered a memorable scene.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Stark told me to treat you well, and he will be here in person shortly!"

Happy looked at Lin Feng respectfully.

"Go ahead and get busy, happy."

Lin Feng nodded slightly and waved his hand, signaling him to go about his business.

Happy didn't argue, and simply said goodbye.

Have a great time tonight.

"..."

Lin Feng glanced around, picked up a glass of champagne, and walked alone to a corner of the ballroom.

His arrival did not attract much attention.

After all, in high society, everyone runs into each other all the time.

He seemed rather unfamiliar to me.

Especially since he is of Asian descent, it is even less likely that anyone would take the initiative to befriend him.

Lin Feng didn't care much about this.

Sitting in the corner, he poured himself a glass of champagne, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

There were many beautiful women coming and going around, including famous models and celebrities.

"That Tony Stark really knows how to have fun, no wonder he's a playboy!"

Lin Feng sighed inwardly, thinking that the rich really could do whatever they wanted.

Just as he was lost in his own thoughts.

A crisp voice sounded.

"Lin, what are you doing here?"

"Gwen?"

Lin Feng turned around and saw Gwen.

She wore a princess dress, and her long golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, just like Snow White from a fairy tale.

"My friend invited me!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He gave a brief explanation and then praised:

"Gwen, you look beautiful today!"

Gwen blushed slightly, lowered her head, and whispered:

"No way! My dad forced me to come. Otherwise, I wouldn't like wearing these kinds of clothes!"

"Haha."