Chapter 2054: The Easterner at the Party

With the invitation in hand, Zhao Fusheng naturally had no fear of being stopped.

Although racial discrimination was severe in America, no security guard was foolish enough to intercept a guest who arrived with a group of bodyguards and held an invitation.

That would be like the birthday boy hanging himself—courting death.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng, along with Liu Yiming and Tan Kaixuan, entered the mansion where the party was being held.

Yes, it was a mansion.

It was said to be the private property of some American celebrity, but Zhao Fusheng didn't know who exactly.

Given his status, he naturally wouldn't bother Kevin Feige to verify this.

"Oh! Respected Zhao, welcome, welcome!"

Kevin Feige saw Zhao Fusheng and quickly walked over to shake his hand.

"Zhao? Respected sir, you actually came."

"That Easterner?"

"It really is him, the sorcerer from China."

Several Marvel shareholders saw Kevin Feige exchanging pleasantries with Zhao Fusheng and were somewhat surprised.

This piqued the curiosity of the women beside them.

"Sir, what does that Easterner do?" someone asked a shareholder curiously.

"Haha, sweetheart, do you know Facebook?"

"Of course. In America today, who doesn't know Facebook?"

The woman was a model, and the only reason she could enter this place today was because of the old man beside her.

Of course, both knew the deal: the man wanted the woman's body, and the woman wanted a chance to enter high society.

After all, in Hollywood, this was the only way to break into high society.

Making a name in Hollywood was too difficult for those without connections.

Sleeping with one or two people might not guarantee fame, but sleeping with many would eventually create opportunities.

"That man is the earliest investor in Facebook."

The old man said flatly, "And conservatively estimated, he now holds about fifteen percent of Facebook's shares."

"Heavens!"

The model was stunned.

"Do you know why Kevin invited him?"

"Because he is Marvel's largest shareholder."

"My God! Isn't this man the youngest billionaire?"

"Who knows."

For a moment, all sorts of gossip spread through the party.

And the center of the gossip was undoubtedly Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng naturally knew nothing of this. After greeting Kevin Feige and exchanging a few words with several Marvel shareholders introduced by Kevin, he found a spot and sat down.

As for Tan Kaixuan, well, he had disappeared as soon as he entered.

Emotions are often something that need guidance and are easily guided. Although Zhao Fusheng did attract attention, when he deliberately kept a low profile, unless someone was particularly observant, no one would keep their eyes fixed on him.

"Chairman, there really are a lot of celebrities."

Liu Yiming, being here for the first time, looked around curiously and indeed spotted several celebrities.

"Of course."

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "This is Beverly Hills. You'll see even more artists later."

This was true. When Kevin Feige had called him earlier, he had mentioned that many artists and celebrities had been invited to the party.

Marvel had considerable influence; as long as their schedules allowed, those artists would give them face.

Soon, one celebrity after another arrived, overwhelming the senses.

"Holy crap! Is that Brad Pitt?"

"Leo?"

"No way, Angelina Jolie, in the flesh!"

Liu Yiming was quite excited, chattering nonstop.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. "You, are you that happy?"

"Chairman, you don't follow celebrities, so you wouldn't understand," Liu Yiming said with a smile.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand in resignation. "Go get autographs yourself. I'll sit here for a while."

"Can I?"

Liu Yiming hesitated, a bit uncertain.

After all, he was Zhao Fusheng's secretary; leaving Zhao Fusheng alone here wasn't appropriate.

"Go ahead."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "I'll just sit here. Nothing's going on."

At such occasions, guests were pre-screened, and upon entry, they had to surrender items like phones.

The reason was simple: there were too many guests of extraordinary status, and none of them wanted their private videos to leak out.

"By the way, if you run into Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio, remember to get two autographs. The missus really likes them."

Zhao Fusheng casually said to Liu Yiming.

Liu Yiming finally understood—it turned out Zhao Fusheng was asking for Fan Baobao.

He quickly nodded and strode toward Brad Pitt and the others.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng sat there idly, happily eating fruit.

"Zhao? Is that you, Zhao?"

At that moment, a surprised voice sounded in Zhao Fusheng's ear.

He looked up and saw a familiar figure appear before him.

"Downey, hello."

Zhao Fusheng greeted Iron Man with a smile.

Thanks to his role as Tony Stark in Iron Man, Robert Downey Jr. had leaped to become one of Hollywood's hottest stars.

He naturally had to attend Marvel's party.

"I really didn't expect it to be you."

Robert Downey Jr. was full of surprise, his wife Susan beside him.

"Dear sir, hello." Susan nodded and smiled at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng admired this strong woman quite a bit and smiled back, nodding: "Ms. Susan, hello."

The three chatted there, but those around them were somewhat puzzled.

It was well known that Robert Downey Jr. was not the friendliest of people; whether at the peak of his fame or in the depths of his lows, the guy was notoriously arrogant.

And now, here he was chatting so amiably with an Easterner.

Not only that, but the Easterner sat there, completely at ease, while Robert Downey Jr. and his wife stood as if they were subordinates.

Who was this guy?

After all, at the party, there was no such thing as formal introductions.

Those who knew Zhao Fusheng were either Wall Street big shots or Marvel shareholders; none of them would bother to explain Zhao Fusheng's background to others.

Thus, he did attract the attention of several people.

"Sir, why are you here?"

Robert Downey Jr. naturally knew who Zhao Fusheng was. Back when Zhao Fusheng gave his approval, Downey got the role of Iron Man and turned his career around with it. So he had made a point of learning about Zhao Fusheng.

And the more he learned, the more he realized what kind of person this was.

Under thirty years old, with a net worth of over twenty billion dollars.

What did that mean?

In America's money-driven society, it meant that if Zhao Fusheng wanted to, he could do anything.

More importantly, Robert Downey Jr. knew very well that this young man from the East was incredibly shrewd.

Turning his hand to produce clouds, turning it over to produce rain.

That was the kind of person he was.

No one would want to miss the chance to score points in the eyes of such a man, and Robert Downey Jr. was no exception.

He could put on airs in front of anyone, but in front of a super-rich man like this, he knew his place.

Zhao Fusheng could make him a star again with Iron Man, but he could also destroy the role.

So, he was extremely respectful toward Zhao Fusheng.

As for the stares of others?

Ha, those fools, what did they know?

How could they possibly understand what resources this Easterner held in his hands?

In fact, the onlookers were indeed dumbfounded.

Because from start to finish, Robert Downey Jr. and his wife stood there, smiling as they talked to that Easterner.

And that Easterner sat relaxed in his chair, without any intention of standing up to shake hands with the Downeys.

It felt like a superior dealing with subordinates.

To put it bluntly, it was as if Robert Downey Jr. and his wife were his underlings.

"Where the hell did that guy come from?"

"Yeah, he's way too arrogant!"

"Damn yellow monkey!"

Several white people were already quite displeased.

Although America shouts about freedom and equality all day, in reality, racial discrimination has never disappeared from the United States.

Mainstream American society is still dominated by white people.

And these white people still maintain a condescending attitude toward other races.

But now, a yellow-skinned man from the East had Robert Downey Jr. currying favor with him!

Who the hell was this guy?

Then, under the astonished gazes of those people, a beautiful figure walked over.

Her target was unmistakably Zhao Fusheng.