From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

One, two, three—

Without warning, a bucket of cold water poured down on Anson's shoulders and neck.

In an instant, it was bone-chillingly cold.

Anson stood there, maintaining an odd posture, frozen in place, blinking his eyes, taking a full beat to realize what was happening.

He, who was usually good at pranks, had actually become the victim of a prank?

Anson looked down at his soaked clothes and slowly raised his head.

All around, it was noisy. James Franco, Kirsten Dunst, and other instigators were also laughing while their shoes were soaked by the cold water; at the same time, there was also a group of staff members holding small plastic buckets, ready to surround Anson, looking like children going to the beach to build castles, their eyes bright and their mouths full of smiles.

However, their steps forward paused involuntarily because of Anson's stiff posture, and one by one, they appeared a little hesitant.

That was Anson, after all.

They were persuaded by James Franco, and one by one, they joined this prank; but if they angered Anson, how would they deal with it?

The atmosphere actually froze for a moment.

Anson looked down at his clothes again and shouted loudly.

"Costume department, you saw it, it's not my fault, I didn't want this to happen."

Pfft.

The costume department couldn't hold back their laughter. They were just worried that all these clothes would have to be sent to the dry cleaners, increasing their workload after the filming wrapped up; but the next second, they couldn't control their laughter because of Anson's words.

Then.

Anson waved at Sean, who was holding a bucket next to him.

"Come here, you come here."

Sean:? ? ?

"Come, come, come, come over here."

With Anson's beckoning, Sean inexplicably but involuntarily stepped forward.

James let out a strange cry, "No, Sean! Be careful of being tricked!"

But it was too late.

Sean came in front of Anson, and Anson picked up the yellow small bucket—

Ah!

James was the first to scream and run away, and everyone else also scattered.

Originally, Anson was in a ten-sided encirclement, but now it was cleared out.

Just when everyone thought Anson was about to fight back, they saw Anson put the plastic bucket upside down on his head and poured it down.

Taking advantage of the situation, Anson raised his hand to smooth his hair, and the smile on his face fully bloomed.

Just now, James and the others planned to pour water from above Anson's head; but watching NBA and NFL players pour Gatorade on their coaches seemed particularly easy, but in actual operation, they realized it was difficult. In the end, they couldn't pour it from top to bottom, but poured it in from the neck.

Now, Anson helped solve the problem.

Then, Anson spread his hands and looked around with a smile on his face.

"Opportunity knocks but once. Be careful, I'm going to fight back."

That upright and generous attitude stunned everyone. No one had ever seen a prank target take the initiative like this.

Kirsten was the first to be stunned.

After thinking about it, Kirsten rushed forward two steps, "He's just one person, we have the advantage, go!"

With an order, James also grabbed a blue plastic bucket and rushed up, taking the lead, "Charge!"

But he never expected that James would see Kirsten make an emergency stop and a "U" turn, running away without a trace.

James:? ? ?

James was also immediately ready to retreat, but he couldn't brake in time. He watched Anson take a big step forward, raised his hand and wrapped it around James, grabbing James's neck like an eagle catching a chick, instantly controlling James.

James wailed repeatedly, "Anson. Anson! Anson, help!"

Anson ignored James and shouted at the hesitant and timid crowd around him, "What are you waiting for, I'm just holding this one, this is your chance."

Kirsten braked again in an emergency, turned around, and poured a bucket of water.

Splash.

With one taking the lead, a chain reaction fully unfolded. Colorful plastic buckets were all taken out, and everyone poured out the water they had prepared in advance.

James widened his eyes, never expecting that the trap he had dug himself would become his own grave.

"Wait…" Plop, plop, plop.

"Ah!"

James tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the water rushed towards him, and the gurgling sound of water echoed in his mouth, and the sound was cut off.

He took a breath, and with a gulp, he actually swallowed it, "Wait, I swallowed it, Anson, Anson…"

Sean, who was in front, noticed Anson's eye signal and started in advance, finally escaping the disaster. He saw James being watered in front of him at close range—

Dumbfounded.

Sean couldn't believe his eyes. How could James, who was still gloating and infinitely glorious just now, become a fish on the chopping board in the blink of an eye?

A burst of joy, a burst of noise, the entire crew was showing a happy atmosphere.

What about Sam?

That honest man had already run to Anson's trailer, locked the door, blocked all the noise of the prank, turned on the vinyl record, played a piece of "Symphony of Fate", and even hummed along with the melody while shaking his head, looking for coffee in the kitchen.

For a time, the entire crew was in chaos, chasing and frolicking, and the wrap party slowly began in another way.

Everyone was playing around, and since the movie had wrapped up, no one noticed two unfamiliar figures quietly appearing on the set.

A chubby middle-aged man, with round cheeks, a round belly, round fingers, and even his forehead revealed a round skull due to the severe receding hairline, round eyes, a round nose, and even his unkempt beard seemed to be a round circle.

Next to him was a white-haired man, with gray hair and a gray beard, but because it was carefully groomed, it showed a calm temperament. At this moment, wearing a dark blue suit also seemed a bit out of place, although it was already October in Los Angeles, the temperature was still summer.

The two people, like aliens who had just arrived on Earth, stuck out their slightly protruding round bellies and looked curiously at the scene unfolding in front of them.

Unknowing people would probably have been scared away by now; but they still carefully looked, and searched in the crowd.

The round-faced man's eyes lit up, "There, look, it's him."

The white-haired man gently raised his chin, "Hmm…" After pondering for a moment, "This figure, this temperament… it doesn't seem like it, not at all, but he does have similar charm. You know, the first time I saw Johnny, he had an unrestrained and vicissitudes temperament, he seems a bit more sunny."

The round-faced man was still smiling, "But the charm is the same."

The white-haired man nodded, "You can see him in the crowd at a glance, and he is very similar in height. Honestly, there is only one Johnny, and it is not so easy to find someone similar."

The round-faced man didn't mind at all, rubbed his hands, "Why don't we go up and chat first. Temperament, demeanor, conversation, these are also very important."

The white-haired man pondered again, "That's true."

The round-faced man added, "And, with him, Sony Columbia is one hundred percent willing to invest." After speaking, he couldn't wait for the white-haired man to respond, and he had already taken the lead in striding forward to meet him.

The white-haired man hesitated slightly and followed.