From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Using his own methods to retaliate against him.

This was Anson's idea, using paparazzi tactics against the paparazzi.

"What is the origin of all this?"

"The Spider-Man suit? No, to be precise, it's not just that, but the public's concern and curiosity, a sensational point, a gimmick, an issue; when it has traffic and popularity, it has power."

"Maybe it's the Spider-Man suit, maybe it's Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez's relationship, maybe it's some executive caught cheating in the Sony Columbia parking lot; the focus is never on the event or the people, but on the traffic and popularity."

"Entertainment to the death, everyone can go crazy for it; life is worthless in the face of enormous profits."

"So, imagine when people realize that behind the accidental injury on the Spider-Man set, there is actually a shocking secret hidden, what will they do?"

The answer is obvious—

Like vultures seeing a corpse, they swarm up; it's an instinct, an uncontrollable instinct.

Lucas's strength is not in dissemination and public opinion, and his reaction speed is slightly slower; after thinking for a moment, he still sorted it out clearly.

Lucas looked at Anson again, "So, you deliberately let Kevin go just now?"

Harry: …

"And left a seed of suspicion in his heart, waiting for it to take root and sprout?"

"In this way, he can taste the feeling of being besieged by vultures, holding a gold mine in his hand, but not daring to throw it out easily, for fear of exposing himself, and then being tortured by his own fear day and night, seeing ghosts everywhere, and any slight disturbance may make him tense?"

It has always been paparazzi surrounding artists—or even ordinary people, using any means to get a sensational story; now, let the paparazzi taste the feeling of being surrounded.

Once, his most proud weapon, turned its muzzle and became a weapon to besiege himself.

He is reaping the consequences of his own actions.

But more importantly, the photos he took with great effort have now become a hot potato, holding a pile of treasure but unable to cash it in.

This is a kind of torment.

It must be said that he is more skilled.

Anson looked at Lucas, "Didn't you also notice it just now? That's why you created chaos, letting the whole hospital know that the paparazzi continued to invade the ward."

Vaguely, Lucas sensed Anson's intention; although it was not so clear and definite, he still showed the tacit understanding between brothers.

Lucas waved his hand, "I'm just going with the flow; since you are going to let him go, our layout today cannot be wasted. If you are going to make that Polaroid public, we need to let the public know about this; if you don't plan to make it public, today's matter cannot be a secret either."

Anson, "I don't plan to make this Polaroid public. Once it is made public, it will be too conclusive, and it will easily arouse suspicion, being suspected that everything is a trap set by us; we must now play the role of innocent victims."

"You should know that people expect perfect victims; if this victim has a little flaw, it seems that it can cover up for those perpetrators."

"For example, you are an actor; enjoying those spotlights means you deserve to be harassed or even injured by the paparazzi."

"Moreover, I don't think Kevin will hide the photos of the uniform."

"In fact, if we keep hiding it, we will never be able to prove that he is the culprit, or even prove the claim that the paparazzi caused the whole accident, so the guesses will stop at guesses; without evidence or witnesses, the chaos we created will only be a three-minute heat, and it will soon dissipate."

"We are also helpless."

"But if he can't resist the temptation and makes the photos public, whether it's by reselling them or anonymously, or even under an alias, as long as the photos are made public, it can prove that our story is correct; as long as the photos are made public, there will be clues, and those paparazzi will be able to follow the clues and help us find the answer."

"So, the real punishment lies in the fact that he is holding a cash cow, but he can't make it public. If he makes it public, he must face the consequences that follow."

"Like a moth flying into a flame."

It was precisely because of this that Anson's response in the ward, and then Lucas's actions, were all smokescreens, creating chaos, even unreasonable chaos, leaving flaws and loopholes for Harry to guess and think about—

The nature of the paparazzi is entertainment to the death.

And now, Harry must fight against his own nature; whether he ultimately overcomes his nature or not, the process is agonizing.

Lucas is also a smart man, and he sorted out all the chaotic thoughts clearly, "If he finally overcomes himself and doesn't make it public? What is your plan then?"

Anson was slightly stunned, "How do you know I still have a plan?"

Lucas shrugged lightly.

Anson's lips turned up, and he chuckled, "Subsequent actions, that's the punishment for Kevin; but apart from these, apart from Kevin's choice, what happened this afternoon is part of what Eve and I discussed."

After a pause, "Sony Columbia is interested in choosing a new Spider-Man."

Lucas, "What!"

Rarely, Lucas lost his composure, and the murderous aura in his eyes was revealed without reservation—

Literally.

Anson was lying on the hospital bed, and Sony Columbia was actually preparing to kick Anson out?

Lucas didn't care about the reasons or the situation; he didn't allow it and refused to accept it.

On the contrary, Anson was extraordinarily calm, "Calm down, it's not even close to being a done deal yet; there's no need to worry."

Lucas didn't care; his face was gloomy, and he calmed down instead of being impulsive; he knew that facing Sony Columbia, he couldn't rely on acting on impulse to form a confrontation, "We will make them pay the price."

Anson nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's my plan."

Lucas stared at Levi intently, "What are you going to do?"

Anson noticed that Lucas was still too tense; recently, Lucas had hardly gone to work, staying with him in the hospital all day without rest; he was touched, but Anson was still a little unaccustomed to it—

He needed a process, some time.

At the same time, Anson also hoped that Lucas could have his own life. Don't revolve completely around him.

Thinking of this, Anson slightly eased the atmosphere, "Calm down. Let me introduce a friend to you."

Lucas looked at Anson with a suspicious face, obviously not understanding where this sentence came from again, "Anson, don't change the subject; what are you going to do?"