No matter which world it is in, the generation gap is always a major social issue.
Even Leon, who is close to full of charm, can't blend into the wonderful world of little Harry and little Peter, the two friendship.
Therefore, after a few brief conversations with the two, Leon was left behind by the two and returned to the state of having a drink alone.
Fortunately, the party started right at the moment…
"Gentlemen and ladies, let us applaud the host tonight, Mr. Osborn!"
Under the introduction of a middle-aged man, Norman Osborn, with an energetic smile, leaned on the handrail of the stairs and slowly walked down from the second floor.
Deafening applause began to sound in the wide hall.
Many guests have cast their eyes on the owner of the Osborn Group.
Envy, envy, admiration, longing…
Leon, standing by the bar, saw from these people's eyes, everyone's purpose and motivation for coming here.
Some people come here to seek cooperation with the Osborn Group; some people come here to please Osborn; others come here by invitation.
Leon is the third kind of person.
However, he didn't just come over to a party, just drink two glasses and leave.
You know, he still has a task…
Thinking of this, Leon suddenly felt that he couldn't be immersed in such a relaxed party atmosphere. It was time to find a place where no one was, and chat with Norman Osborn privately.
He said that, but when he saw the crowd around Norman Osborn, he felt that it was not the time yet.
So he shrugged, turned around, sat in front of the bar, and continued to enjoy his third glass of Martini.
However, before he could find Osborn, Osborn found him first.
"Mr. Leon Coulson!"
shouted behind him, awakening Leon from the splendor in the glass.
Turning around, Leon saw a face that was holding, and was looking at him with a smile.
"Oh, Mr. Osborn, just call me Leon."
Norman Osborn was taken aback, and immediately changed his words: "Leon, I am glad you can come. I thought you, a busy man, would not be able to attend because of work…"
The two shook hands.
"You laughed, no matter how busy I am at work, I can't be as busy as you, the group president." Leon smiled and took the wine glass in his hand. "Besides, if you know that there are so many things in your wine cellar, Wine, then even if I lose my job, I will definitely come."
"Hahaha, if you like, we can go to the wine cellar to see my collection?"
Leon raised his eyebrows, and then a charming smile burst out: "It's a pleasure!"
"this way please!"
The opportunity to talk a few words, I didn't expect it to come so soon…
Leaving the luxurious lobby of the villa, away from the turmoil of the party, Leon followed Norman Osborn through a dim corridor, turned left and right, and came to the underground wine cellar at Osborn's house.
As soon as he entered the wine cellar, there was a burst of strong aroma of the wine, as if it got into Leon's nose.
Although he is not a master of wine tasting. However, judging from the scale and decoration of the wine cellar, every bottle of wine here is enough to intoxicate alcoholics.
However, at this time, what Lyon cared more about was not the wine in the cellar, but the chance to be alone with Norman Osborn.
Leon glanced at the bodyguard guarding not far away, and then said: "I have a question. I want to ask Mr. Osborn for your advice. I wonder if you can tell the truth?"
"Oh? You said."
Norman Osborn seemed to have noticed that Leon came to the cellar with him, not for the wine here, but for something he wanted to tell him.
Lyon took out a bottle of wine from DomainedeLaRomanee-Conti(random ass name from a chine author on wine) from the wine rack on the side. While admiring the color inside the bottle by the lights of the wine cellar, he whispered: "My I think you know your identity very well."
"I'm here this time, in addition to congratulating you on your birthday, I also want to ask you about the details of the last kidnapping incident."
Hearing Leon's words, Norman Osborn's eyebrows gradually frowned, and the smile on his face also disappeared: "That incident, isn't it over?"
"Yes. It's just that, based on our investigation, it's not as simple as it seems."
Putting the wine in his hand back to the wine rack, Leon turned his back to Osborn, and continued: "Obviously, the other party's goal in this hijacking incident was not money from the beginning, but a scientific research project being developed by the Osborn Group. ."
"Interracial inheritance, am I right?"
As soon as the voice fell, his whole body also turned around.
Norman Osborn just looked at Leon's eyes silently, smiling as he always did, as if he had already acquiesced.
With eyes facing each other, Leon saw nothing but calmness in the eyes of the opponent.
"Definitely, what kind of technology your group is researching. This is your freedom and right. We will never interfere." Leon spread his hands and said, pacing to Osborn's side, saying in a low tone : "However, I think that besides you, there seem to be people who appreciate the preciousness of this technology."
"So, I thought, do you know anyone who is like you who is very interested in this technology…"
"Any clues are very helpful to our investigation work."
As the kidnapped person, Norman Osborn is more urgent than Leon's organization, trying to find out who is behind the scenes.
However, he didn't have a clue…
Since the other party wants to help him investigate and provide some help, for him, there is no harm.
"Sorry, I don't know too much."
"This project called "Interracial Inheritance" is a new research project that Dr. Curtis has just proposed. Moreover, the content of the research has never been publicized. The only people who know the research process of the entire project are me and Curtsy. Dr. Si."
"In my opinion, there is no need for Dr. Curtis to do this."
"So, I can't figure out who it is that wants this technology without much research results…"
From the conversation, Leon did not get too many clues from Osborn.
In order not to arouse the other person's disgust, he quickly gave up the idea of continuing to ask: "So… well, I will disturb your interest."
"Nothing, shall we continue to enjoy the party?"
Leaving the wine cellar, Leon bid farewell to Osborn by urinating.
He did not return to the party immediately, but followed the corridor to the garden of the mansion.
took a deep breath, fresh air passed through the nasal cavity and into the lungs.
Looking at the stars in the night sky, Leon felt that this temptation was not a success-he did not get any information about the suspect.
At this moment, Leon, who was standing on the balcony, holding on to the guardrail, stared quickly, and his gaze shot to somewhere in the garden:
"That is?!"