From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Amidst the hustle and bustle, gazes briefly shifted from Sam to Anson, but only for a fleeting moment before scattering away—

They shouldn't rely on Anson; after all, Anson had no say in front of the director.

Anyway, this was already routine; they, the chosen laborers, had no say.

The air paused slightly; a slight temperature difference existed between Sam and the crew, causing the atmosphere in the studio to tighten subtly.

Then, Anson spoke, breaking the deadlock.

“Director, at least let us complete this scene, right?”

Whirr, whirr, whirr, all eyes turned to Anson.

Sam also looked slightly surprised.

Anson didn't flinch.

“Director, you should look at my current position; I’m not kidding.”

“Of course, brainstorming and idea collisions—we wholeheartedly agree, hallelujah, our film is developing in a positive direction; but we should take it one step at a time. We finally found the rhythm; no one wants us to become flustered and lose our way again.”

“And, I know no one is going to complain, but please allow me to complain a little. If I had known, I would have eaten more at noon; I need afternoon tea to replenish my energy.”

Relaxed, humorous, defusing and attacking simultaneously, half-joking, half-complaining.

The atmosphere immediately lightened.

Sam scratched his head awkwardly; his thoughts hadn't quite caught up—

This wasn't the reaction he expected from his burst of inspiration.

“Director.”

Anson called out again, but Sam didn't look up.

“I like your inspiration, but I need to return to the ground to think.”

Sam finally couldn't help it; the corners of his mouth relaxed, and his shoulders also relaxed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking just now.”

The director apologized!

The entire crew's atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Anson tilted his head. “Isn’t that because you were just thinking?”

Sam chuckled, looking at the wire technicians. “Lower our male lead; he’s about to have a brain hemorrhage.”

Finally.

Anson’s feet felt the ground again, regaining control of his body.

At the same time, the technicians who had been holding the wires for a long time could finally relax their hands—

This was both physical and technical work, extremely exhausting, and they couldn't afford to be distracted; even a slight lapse in attention could lead to accidents.

Immediately, Noah stepped forward to serve tea and water to the four wire technicians and kindly asked them about their afternoon tea orders, displaying full affability.

Meanwhile, Anson needed to relax.

Hanging on wires for a long time was very uncomfortable.

First, the back of the spine, the main stress point, endured tremendous pressure.

After only a few hours, Anson’s inner thighs were already red and swollen, and his knees were trembling slightly.

Therefore, hanging on wires was a torment for everyone.

During breaks, one needed to fully relax.

But Anson, like Sam, always had his brain running at high speed.

Anson was also constantly thinking about how to make the scene more exciting. Most importantly, how to make Spider-Man's aerial flight posture more dashing and handsome, which was also an important highlight of genre films.

Sam's inspiration just now also sparked some inspiration in Anson.

Anson first found the martial arts instructor to discuss, and then found the wire technicians to exchange ideas. After confirming the feasibility, he found Sam.

After describing his ideas in detail, Sam pondered for a moment.

“Are you sure?”

Anson shrugged slightly. “No, not sure.”

Sam was stunned.

Anson, “But I want to try. Film is the art of creating dreams, right? It’s impossible in real life, but it’s possible in the world of imagination.”

Sam took another look at Anson. Not only was Anson not acting like a diva as he had worried, but he was also wholeheartedly integrating into the sequel's filming—

This was a good thing.

Sony Columbia had always been worried because Anson was ambitious during the salary negotiations, testing their bottom line step by step. Although they finally reached an agreement, no one knew whether the deal was worthwhile before the film met the audience.

Now it seemed that Sony Columbia really didn't need to worry.

“Okay.” Sam nodded.

Sam was already harsh enough, but now it seemed that Anson was just as meticulous.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.” Sam added.

Anson spread his hands. “After all, the number on the check is so long.”

Sam laughed directly.

Harry looked slightly anxious.

He had been looking for an opportunity to take good-looking photos without being noticed and then retreat unscathed, but he never had a chance.

Now, the longer the delay, the greater the chance of his identity being exposed.

What to do?

Harry finally thought of a perfect moment, which was the moment after Anson took off and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, taking a set of photos that would not only reveal the brand-new uniform but also easily kill the competition—

What sneaking a peek at the scraps of the uniform while Anson was changing clothes, what photos of Anson wearing slippers and heading to the set in his uniform after getting out of the trailer, what photos of Anson sitting next to him waiting for the next scene in his uniform.

What was the difference between these photos and the imitators wearing Spider-Man costumes on Hollywood Boulevard and the children dressed as Spider-Man for Halloween?

No, no, no, TMZ wouldn't be satisfied with this. If they didn't break the news, they had to break the big news and rewrite the history of the entire industry.

Ideas, composition, angle, camera, everything was ready, just waiting for the filming to start again.

But!

What was going on in front of him? After one NG, the crew didn't immediately start the next shot. Anson was busy with the wire technicians, rehearsing and practicing.

Secretly hiding his figure with a tarpaulin and a pile of boxes, Harry was perfectly invisible. He wasn't worried about being exposed; he was worried about whether the catering truck might have left and how he could leave the set without alarming anyone after taking the photos, otherwise, it would all be in vain.

Moreover, hiding here, he was sweating like rain, and his entire back was soaked. Harry began to regret not preparing two bottles of mineral water.

Damn it.

Harry cursed secretly.

Nevertheless, Harry remained patient, adopting a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle stance.

Finally—

The wire technicians returned to their positions, ready. Harry immediately perked up, knowing that filming should be starting soon.

The opportunity only came once; if he missed it, he might never find it again.

Sure enough, the crew was ready and entered work mode again.

Sixteenth shot.

“Action!”

Harry concentrated and held his breath, staring unblinkingly at that position from the moment Anson was ready, his fingertip on the shutter.

Waiting, keep waiting.

Whoosh.

That figure appeared!