From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Blair was slightly anxious, looking around every few moments—

The crowd was slowly dwindling.

The speed wasn't fast, just two or three people leaving at a time; it didn't seem like much, but it happened frequently, and as time passed, the empty spaces around them were growing more and more numerous.

"Blair."

A call brought Blair's attention back, and she saw Gloria's radiant smile, which made Blair feel slightly embarrassed.

"Gloria, aren't you worried?"

"No, I'm not."

Gloria was serious—

Because it was the first time in Hollywood history, unheard of, for audiences to launch a collective protest over whether an actor should play a role, or whether a movie company should replace an actor.

After all, fan culture doesn't exist in Hollywood; even the rock scene, which is rife with groupies, wouldn't unite to make their voices heard.

So, today they had already made history.

Not only did they let people hear the audience's voice, but they even got Sony Columbia to respond. Without a doubt, this was a huge victory.

Moreover.

More than a thousand spectators gathered in front of the Sony Columbia office building, orderly and safe, without causing trouble or setbacks. This alone was something to be proud of.

So, Gloria wasn't anxious or nervous; whatever happened next would be an extra reward.

However, Blair didn't think so.

"But what if they still force Anson out?"

It was said, it was finally said, this was Blair's greatest fear—

Standing in front of a monster like Sony Columbia, she lacked confidence.

Gloria, "Then Anson needs our support even more."

"Whatever Anson's next step is, whatever role or project, we need to show our support with practical actions, stand firmly behind Anson, and let Sony Columbia realize what they've missed."

"They are monsters, they have the right to make any choice they want. We are still too weak to change their decisions; but we can make them realize their stupidity, even regret it."

Pausing for a moment, Gloria looked at Blair with a smile.

"Wait, or do you have some kind of fetish, and you just like Anson in a Spider-Man suit?"

It took Blair a beat to react, and the little girl's cheeks flushed slightly as she screamed, "Ah, Gloria, you little crazy!"

Nearby, Karen and Elaine were already laughing together.

Blair couldn't believe it, "Elaine, I didn't expect you too…"

Elaine covered her mouth, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, "I'm an adult, okay?"

"Ah, Elaine! I don't allow it! What about the little princess setting we agreed on?" Blair screamed.

Giggles and laughter filled the air.

After a bit of playful teasing, Blair calmed down a little, and her tense nerves relaxed somewhat.

Now it seemed like she could finally breathe a little.

Subconsciously, she looked around, and Blair couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Wait, is it my imagination? Why do I feel like the crowd seems to be growing a little bit again?"

Karen waved her hand, "Imagination, 100% imagination. Just like you thought the crowd was smaller just now, that was an illusion, and this is also an illusion."

Blair, "Karen, I'm not kidding, don't you look for yourself."

Only then did Karen turn her head and look around—

Blair was right, the crowd coming and going in front of the Sony Columbia building was indeed increasing, and the street seemed to be lively again.

But Karen didn't think much about it, "It should be the time when people are gradually getting off work."

"Even if they're not ready to get off work, they should be using the excuse of dinner time to come out for some air, and then return to the office to start a new round of overtime in the evening."

Hearing this, it seemed to make sense.

After all, this was Midtown Manhattan, one of the most densely populated areas of office buildings and white-collar workers, so it was normal for the rush hour to gradually arrive a little earlier.

Blair was slightly disappointed; she thought people were coming back again.

But on second thought, the possibility was indeed small. Anson was not the Backstreet Boys or NSYNC after all; there was still a difference between a vase actor and an idol singer.

Unexpectedly, Gloria quietly observed, with a hint of brilliance in her eyes.

"Wait. Things… seem to be…"

Following Gloria's line of sight, if you patiently observed for a little longer, you could see that many of the people coming and going were indeed approaching them.

It was at this moment that a tall woman wearing a one-shoulder dress approached and asked generously.

"Excuse me, are you supporting Anson? I mean, protesting against Sony Columbia?"

Gloria jumped up, "Yes. May I ask what's the matter?"

The woman in the one-shoulder dress smiled, "Great, I made it in time."

Gloria and the girls exchanged glances, "What's going on?"

"Oh, here's what happened. I think Sony Columbia should apologize. Not only apologize, they should be condemned, punished, and show their attitude."

"What?"

"Because they lied, how can they lie through their teeth and deceive everyone like this?"

Gloria, Blair, and the others looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on.

The woman paused for a moment before realizing, "Right, you've been here all the time, so you didn't know what happened just now, did you?"

Looking at the faces full of question marks, she knew the answer.

She quickly updated these young people with the news.

The "US Weekly" report, TMZ's reprint, and the internet sensation.

"Their behavior is really beyond the pale, with no moral standards whatsoever."

"At least that's what I personally think. I can't find a reason for them to replace Anson. I can't find a reason for them to go to such great lengths. Things should have been simple, but they evolved into this."

"If we should condemn the paparazzi ten points, then we should condemn Sony Columbia one hundred points, no, one hundred and twenty points."

"I can't stand it."

"So, I was thinking, since Monday has already been so terrible and crazy, why not give myself a chance to do something really meaningful, at least let Sony Columbia realize that we won't be manipulated."

A burst of crazy output stunned Gloria and the others—

They never expected that in just one day, there would be a completely new twist.

The "US Weekly" report slapped Sony Columbia hard in the face. Now, Sony Columbia's immediate response to the protesters has become a misstep, exposing their guilty conscience and outwardly strong but inwardly weak ugliness and ferocity, completely igniting people's anger and disgust.

This scene was probably unexpected even by "US Weekly" itself, let alone Michael Lynton.

When things developed to this point, Michael had completely lost control.

Magnificent and vigorous, completely derailed, it was simply a complete disaster—for Sony Columbia.