From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Harry Percy hugged his knees, curling up tightly like a cooked shrimp, trembling uncontrollably despite using all his strength.

Why did he feel like he was in an ice cellar when it was the middle of summer?

Damn New York.

He hated New York, he missed Los Angeles.

Wait, what was hiding in the darkness? What was that rustling sound? Harry opened his eyes, trying to search in the dark.

And then.

"Harry…"

That call made Harry quickly close his eyes, his body covered in goosebumps.

Gods and Buddhas, whoever it may be, please save this lost lamb. If someone could reach out and save him from this misery, he would be willing to give everything he had. He just wanted it to end.

"Harry…"

The voice went from far away to close, eventually becoming thunder that exploded in his ears.

"Harry! Bang, bang, bang, Harry, it's Colin, open the door."

Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, "God."

He flung open the door, and at the same time, countless camera lenses swarmed out from both sides, and a barrage of flashes poured down.

Harry sincerely felt like he was going blind.

He had anticipated this scene and closed his eyes in advance, but even so, the scalding flashes still crashed down on his eyelids like a storm, the sharp light piercing through his eyelids and stabbing his pupils. In the endless darkness, he could feel countless spots of light jumping.

Moreover, that wasn't all.

The sound of the shutter was mixed with chaotic noise, smashing unreasonably into Harry's eardrums, squeezing into his ears word by word with all its might. The whole world began to spin rapidly, like a spaceship out of control.

However, there was no time to complain.

Harry grabbed Colin's arm and dragged him into the house, quickly closing the door, blocking all the raging waves outside and sealing them off completely.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Countless arms continued to beat on the door, and the thin door began to tremble, as if it could collapse or shatter at any moment.

But what could Harry do?

He could only lean his back against the door, using all his strength to hold it shut.

Then, he waited patiently until those demons gradually quieted down.

Snap.

The lights came on.

Harry reflexively closed his eyes and covered his cheeks with his hands, like a vampire who couldn't stand the light, yelling and cursing, "Damn it, Colin, they'll see us."

Colin looked at the sloppy and disheveled Harry in front of him. His wrinkled T-shirt seemed to have been ravaged by sweat several times, and his hair, comparable to a bird's nest, was even more of a mess. The messy stubble stubbornly poked out from under his palms. He couldn't help but complain, "God, even a homeless man who has lived under the Brooklyn Bridge for a month looks more decent than you."

Colin couldn't believe his eyes, "Even without the lights, they know you're in there."

"What's more, you've hidden yourself tightly in the room, like a steamer, making yourself a mess. They still won't let you go."

"Please, Harry, this is our job, you should understand this better. Remember, we always complain that those people don't know what they're doing, shrinking into their shells, and we just laugh at them. Their incompetence and embarrassment are our dessert."

"And look at you now, what are you doing?"

Harry was stunned, his hands lowered blankly, his deeply sunken eyes had no light, his lips were chapped and peeling, and he froze in place.

Colin began to complain without a care, "I should really film this scene and publish it on our website. I believe the browsing data should explode."

Such an attack instead brought Harry back to his senses, "Yes, maybe we should film it. Besides us, who else can have first-hand information?"

Sure enough, it was still the paparazzi instinct.

Colin knew that Harry shouldn't die. Paparazzi are also another kind of cockroach, "I brought you some supplies."

Only then did Harry notice Colin's backpack, like a person who had been wandering in the desert for ten days finally seeing an oasis, "God, I knew it…"

Harry was about to open the backpack, but Colin continued, "There aren't many supplies, because I also brought a bargaining chip. I don't think you need to keep hiding."

Harry was about to complain about why Colin only brought so little, but he raised his head when he heard this sentence, "How so? I don't see any possibility of solving the problem."

Colin shrugged lightly, "Before this morning, I thought so too."

Harry stopped moving, "What happened this morning?"

Colin, "Sony Columbia released a statement. Blah blah blah, strongly condemning 'American Weekly' for fabricating facts, blah blah blah, they are innocent, and all current accusations are indirect evidence, purely fabricated by the paparazzi. They will submit a lawyer's letter and file a formal lawsuit."

"Anyway, it's all nonsense, nothing worth exploring in depth. Simply put, they think they've been wronged and slandered."

Not surprisingly, this is the consistent routine of public relations for large companies.

"'American Weekly' is still too anxious, collecting a series of circumstantial evidence and eagerly pointing the finger at Sony Columbia, not as clever as 'Entertainment Weekly'."

As he spoke, Colin noticed Harry's death stare—

The victim of 'Entertainment Weekly's' encirclement was right here.

Colin smiled, "That's why you're so embarrassed, while Sony Columbia can lie through their teeth."

"Before releasing the official position, Sony Columbia held an emergency board meeting. This incident may damage the company's reputation, and they need to be more cautious. After discussion, they released those nonsense."

"But honestly, if there were no secrets or worries, why would the board of directors hold an emergency meeting? Behind the scenes, there must still be something going on."

Harry didn't care about these, "So what? What does Sony Columbia's actions have to do with me? Can I make Sony Columbia be my scapegoat?"

Colin smiled without saying a word.

Harry looked at Colin's expression, his jaw dropping little by little, "…No way?"

Colin did not respond directly, but instead took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Harry.

Harry opened the envelope, took out a piece of A4 paper from it, which listed seven names, all of whom were male actors, and all of whom were young actors.

Harry didn't understand and looked at Colin again.

Colin didn't continue to play coy, "This was given to me by Eve Wilson. You know Eve Wilson, right…"

Harry interrupted, "Yes, I know, Anson's publicist, but why did Eve Wilson give you this?"

Colin, "No, she didn't say anything, just gave me a list. But the point is, Eve gave us such a list at this time, at this juncture, obviously not for holding a party, right?"

"So, I investigated and contacted all the actors on this list."

"Guess what I found?"