However, he had no dissatisfaction with this.
Because in his opinion, Lauren was just a child, and there was no need for him, an adult, to compare such things with a child.
Moreover, the reason Lauren had such treatment was simply because he was the young master of the Morgan Family.
That was due to being born into a good family, which was nothing remarkable.
After all, he himself was actually born into a pretty good family.
But the reason he could get such attention now was mainly due to his clever brain, due to his own ability.
There was a huge difference between the two; the former relied on his Father, while the latter relied on his own strength. The gap was clear at a glance.
Lauren naturally didn't know what Tony Stark was thinking at this moment.
If he knew, he would probably burst out laughing.
Strength?
The kind of strength that almost made him fall to his death?
If that's the case, then he really couldn't compare.
After posing for a few minutes and letting a group of reporters take pictures for a while, Lauren got bored.
So he directly stopped the photo session and took Gwen and the others into the banquet hall.
At this moment, quite a few people had already gathered in the banquet hall.
And those who could be invited by Tony Stark to attend the banquet were naturally not ordinary people.
They were either business magnates, political power holders, or at the very least, celebrities from the entertainment industry.
It was impossible for ordinary people to attend this level of party.
Because everyone present was from the elite class, although there were many people in the banquet hall, it was not noisy.
They gathered in groups of three or five, whispering, trying to keep their voices low. Each of them had their own circle.
Under normal circumstances, they would not casually strike up conversations.
After all, there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers here, and no one knew if a small action of their own would offend someone else.
However, Lauren was clearly an exception, because in terms of status and power, no one here could compete; they were all trash.
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't referring to just one of them, but to everyone present, all of them were trash!
However, it was impossible for him to go and talk to others.
Instead, when others saw him, they were all like mice seeing a cat, becoming extremely alert.
Then they all smiled and nodded, and warmly said, "Good evening, Young Master Lauren!"
He had long since gotten used to this kind of scene over the past few months and enjoyed it.
"Yes, yes, everyone, treat this place like your own home, don't be polite with me!"
Lauren said jokingly while taking Gwen and the others to a quiet corner to sit down.
Compared to Lauren's accustomedness, the three of them, including Gwen, were already so shocked by the scene that they didn't know what to say.
Although they had known for a long time that Lauren was the eldest young master of the Morgan Family, they could also guess that his life was very privileged and extravagant.
But guessing is just guessing, far less shocking than seeing it with their own eyes.
And the scene before them was something they couldn't even guess.
After all, with the worldview of poor people, how could they imagine the beauty of the rich World!
To put it harshly, poverty limited their imagination.
"Lauren, the one who just nodded and greeted you, seemed to be an Air Force Lieutenant General, right?"
"Which one are you talking about? There were too many people who greeted me, I'm too lazy to remember."
"Hehe, that's true.
You are the young master of the Morgan Family, there's really no need for you to remember their faces. They only need to remember what you look like.
Tsk tsk tsk, your status is really enviable!"
Harry shook his head and exclaimed, tsk tsk. He thought his own background was already very good.
After all, his Father was the chairman of the Osborn Group.
He could somewhat be considered a rich second generation, and his family fortune was calculated in the hundreds of millions.
But compared to Lauren in front of him, he was truly nothing.
Leaving aside everything else, as he walked with Lauren just now, let alone greeting him, there were only a few people who even knew him.
The gap was not just big!
Saying it was a World of difference was no exaggeration.
"We are classmates, so don't tease me. Besides, your family background is not bad at all, you are a rich second generation of the Osborn Group!"
Lauren casually took a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray, then slowly swirled it before drinking it in one gulp.
Because his body had been strengthened by the perfect version of the Super Soldier Serum, his body was almost immune to all toxins, and the effect of alcohol on him was even more negligible.
So, for him, drinking alcohol was like drinking happy fat water; it was truly happy, but drinking too much would only make him feel full.
"My status as a rich second generation is not worth mentioning. In terms of wealth, I can't even compare to a fraction of yours, and in terms of status, there's even less to say.
Not only that, but I often have to endure criticism from others, saying I rely on my Father, saying I'm a prodigal son.
I have always lived in the shadow of my Father, it's truly too painful."
Harry also took a glass of red wine and said with a hint of depression on his face.
Hearing this, Lauren shrugged indifferently.
"Being mocked for relying on your Father as a rich second generation, isn't that basic operation?
Just ignore them, they are simply jealous of you.
As for calling you a prodigal son, have you been investing in private? And then lost money?"
"Uh, did you install a bug in my house?" Hearing Lauren say this, Harry looked astonished, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"So you did. Then you deserve to be scolded. Not investing, not doing business, not proving yourself is the basic quality of a qualified rich second generation, and you lack even this basic quality. Who else should they scold if not you?"
"..." Harry.
"But I heard that you've acquired several military factories recently! Aren't you investing too?"
"Can you and I be the same? You are a rich second generation, and I, I am a prince!"
"...."
"Yes, yes!" Hearing Lauren say this, Harry felt enlightened, and his eyes became much clearer.
Their Osborn Group was at best a corporate group, which was completely incomparable to the Morgan Family.
Others were existences that could control the direction of the entire country. In ancient times, if not a prince, they would be a regional lord!
"I say, you two rich second generations, can you talk about something more down-to-earth, otherwise Peter and I can't participate in your conversation."
Just then, Gwen, who was sitting on the side, said with a wry smile.
Hearing this, Lauren and Harry exchanged glances and then silently nodded.
"Gwen is right, it's rare for us to get together, so let's not talk about these boring topics. Let's talk about your recent situation.
Gwen, didn't you say that you and Peter both joined the Osborn Group as interns? How is it going, is it smooth?"
"Smooth, of course it's smooth. I'm just a front desk receptionist, usually responsible for receiving guests who come to the group. The work is very easy, with no pressure.
But Peter is amazing. Not long after he joined the company, he was noticed by Dr. Connors, and now Peter is his assistant!" As soon as she talked about work, Gwen became energetic and immediately told some interesting things that happened at the company in detail.
However, Lauren didn't care much about the interesting things Gwen mentioned. Instead, he was attracted by the Dr. Connors mentioned by Gwen.
"The Dr. Connors you mentioned is?"
"He's the great expert in biological genetics, Dr. Kurt Connors!"
"!!!!"
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