From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Ha!"

Eve Wilson was incredibly forthright.

"Hahaha, you guys should have seen Michael Linton's expression."

"That guy always prides himself on being a charming playboy, always putting on airs, it's laughable; now he's trying his best to hide the stiffness in the corners of his mouth, constantly on the verge of cracking, hahaha, that image was just too funny."

"Trust me, you would have loved it."

Eve was as always, loving and hating with a passion, not at all concealing her schadenfreude, showing no pity or reserve as she kicked him while he was down.

The reason was very simple, Eve knew about the power struggle within Sony Columbia.

And coincidentally, the 'Spider-Man' role, which was an important bargaining chip, had become a battleground, which was why Anson had become collateral damage in the fight between whales.

But clearly, Michael hadn't anticipated running into such a tough opponent.

Eve loved moments like this, like collecting spoils of war.

"Ah, we should open a bottle of red wine tonight to properly enjoy this victory."

Smoking wasn't allowed in the hospital, but Eve still took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, without lighting it, as a symbolic celebration, then looked at Anson.

"So, what's the next step? How are you planning to deal with this?"

If Sony Columbia hadn't realized at this point that Anson, who had been invisible throughout the entire process, might be playing a key role, they wouldn't be far from going bankrupt.

The battle between Amy and Michael for the position of CEO, who would have the last laugh?

If it was Amy, everything would be fine, she was originally a supporter of Anson; but if it was Michael, would that mean he was planning to settle scores later?

The other aspect was Anson's response.

Despite being passive, Anson's advantage lay in his exposure and public support, and if he made full use of the advantage of public opinion, he might have a chance to turn the situation around.

Just like this time.

Ultimately, Sony Columbia didn't have any intention of targeting Anson; they still wanted the 'Spider-Man' series to make money, and the board didn't care whether Anson or Michael helped them make money.

So, the current incident had temporarily come to an end, but it wasn't the grand finale.

On the contrary, what followed should be a brand new chapter.

Edgar gently exhaled, "To be honest, everything happened so fast, I haven't had time to properly sort out my thoughts yet, but..."

Edgar looked at Anson, "I think we need to aim for the third movie in the series as a long-term goal."

"After all, the contract for the second movie has already been signed, no matter how unpleasant things get behind the scenes, it wouldn't be worth it for us to tear each other apart for short-term gains."

"Unless..."

Edgar paused.

"Unless Anson decides right now that we refuse to star in the third movie in the series, completely ditch Sony Columbia and go solo, then we can seize the opportunity to threaten Sony Columbia and fight for more benefits now."

The corners of Anson's mouth turned up slightly, "And then the whole of Hollywood will know that Anson Wood is a greedy guy, resorting to any means for a little bit of salary."

Just like Jim Carrey.

The key point wasn't whether Anson wanted to star in the third movie in the series, but the current hurdle; everyone knew that Sony Columbia was humiliated, and Anson's every move would be under the gaze of Hollywood.

The so-called 'long-term interests', fighting for more rights in the third movie in the series was only part of it, the image and reputation established before dealing with other top film companies and top producers, that was the key.

Simply put, Sony Columbia should have guessed Anson's behind-the-scenes planning; obviously, other top figures in Hollywood should also know, so Anson's next move would be even more eye-catching.

Anson wasn't in a hurry, why should he be?

"Everyone is guessing what role I played, there are countless guesses, but everyone has no evidence, it's just speculation."

"So, we should let them continue to guess."

"The captain is right, we should look at the long term."

Anson didn't waver at all.

Eve looked at Edgar, not concealing her surprise—

Hollywood actors often only value the checks that go into their pockets, they generally don't have a deep understanding of personal branding, long-term planning, or interpersonal relationships.

But it didn't matter, it was precisely because they weren't professional that they needed professionals like Edgar and Eve to advise them; if they each had a face, a figure, and a brain, there would be no room for agents and publicists to make a living.

However, Anson didn't.

Not a bit of hesitation or wavering.

Edgar also gently exhaled, he knew that when Anson was calm, he was smart enough and wise enough; but this time, Anson had indeed suffered a great loss, with both paparazzi and internal strife among the top management of Hollywood giants, with Anson's current weight, he was still passive, only able to defend and counterattack, and Edgar was also worried that Anson would inevitably be impulsive.

In any case, a young man in his early twenties was at the height of his youth.

However, even so, Edgar believed in Anson, as long as he spent some effort, he could still calm Anson down and regain his reason—

The only problem was that Edgar knew Anson's eloquence, that effort might be a very, very heavy effort.

However, Anson once again brought a surprise.

Edgar wiped a sweat for himself, then regained his smile.

"Then we'll pretend we don't know anything and continue to be innocent."

"Our goal isn't small things, but real power and control, we need to let them lower their guard now, and when the third movie in the series comes, we'll show our fangs and bite off a big chunk."

"As for now?"

"No matter how they guess or speculate, Anson doesn't know anything at all, and neither do we." Edgar looked at Eve as he said the second half of his sentence.

"Although we're anxious and worried, because of Anson's injuries, we simply don't have the heart to consider anything else; we wholeheartedly believe in Sony Columbia, and believe in the director and the crew."

Eve raised her chin slightly, "Oh, pretending to be a white lotus, right? That's what I'm good at." Eve blinked her eyes, pretending to be innocent, and then said in an incredibly sweet voice, like a Barbie doll, "I don't know anything, really, I wholeheartedly believe in Sony Columbia, Daddy."

As she spoke, she slurred her words, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Unfortunately, the unlit cigarette betrayed her. It ruined the image.

Edgar couldn't help but chuckle, "You look intellectually challenged."

Eve didn't mind at all, returning to her usual aloof appearance, "But you men fall for this, right? Women look at you with helpless and pitiful eyes, as if you are the solution to all problems."

Eve shrugged slightly, "Don't worry, I don't mind playing dumb, as long as you guys can really solve the problem."

"Haha." Edgar laughed outright, obviously Eve's words had a double meaning, "So, what do you think Michael Linton will do in response?"

Eve raised her eyebrows slightly, "Oh, do you think he'll show up?"