From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“Anson…”

“Anson!”

“Roar roar roar, Anson.”

Back and forth, bustling, a burst of noise was also a burst of jeering, the sound of giggling laughter accompanied by whistles and applause surging towards Anson.

Anson was still full of question marks, not only without getting any answers, but also more and more.

But Anson didn't panic.

Seeing that one or two people weren't saying anything, and facing a big smiling face, the expression brimming with ease and happiness was enough to explain everything.

Sure enough, same world, same dream—

Clocking off work on time.

The world after work was bright.

But even because of getting off work, it shouldn't be this happy, right?

Anson didn't continue to ask, he also noticed the pattern, the crowds coming and going all came from the same direction, it couldn't be more obvious.

Moreover, Anson had just seen a staff member from the photography team pointing the way for a good friend from the sound team, their eyes and the corners of their mouths full of smiles.

—Also in the same direction.

So, Anson simply gave up asking and followed the crowd, striding forward with his hands behind his back, pacing like a leader inspecting, looking at those smiling faces, waving and smiling in response.

The target was located thirty yards to the left of the main entrance of the Fairmont Resort, visible at a glance, a standard mobile food truck—

Commonly seen in San Francisco and Los Angeles.

Anson really liked a hamburger place in Los Angeles, which was a mobile food truck, usually parked on Fairfax Avenue, but occasionally it would move.

Mobile food trucks weren't anything to be surprised about.

But.

Resort entrance? Food truck?

This was very incongruous, and Anson immediately noticed something was wrong.

Inside the resort, there were its own restaurants and buffets, and room service was provided. Although customers could freely go to restaurants in the city to eat, in order to ensure the hotel's own service, it naturally wouldn't allow food trucks to appear nearby.

Moreover, the resort's guests weren't necessarily interested in food truck food.

During his stay here, Anson hadn't seen a food truck.

But now?

If he wasn't mistaken, for a food truck to come here, it would not only need to apply for a city permit, but also possibly need to negotiate with the Fairmont Resort, so the mobile food truck appeared here, but was slightly set back, not at the main entrance, but maintaining a thirty-yard space.

Obviously, this wasn't a “coincidence” or an “accident”.

At a glance, Anson noticed the anomaly, striding closer, and the front of the food truck was revealed, making Anson couldn't help but smile.

“For the world's most handsome and perfect Anson Wood—

Thank you, from the entire 'Princess Diaries' crew.”

Next to the food truck was a life-size standee, with Anson's photo on it, custom-made; but the problem was that the photo seemed meaningful.

The photo came from “GQ”. Anson was very sure that this wasn't any photo published in the magazine, it should be another photo found from photographer Bruce Douglas.

He was sitting barefoot on the ground, with a skateboard thrown beside him, looking up at the camera, his smile fully blooming, but the whole action and composition were not quite the same. At this time, he was holding a tray on his head, like an Indian waiter tossing pancakes, with hamburgers, fries, hot dogs, and cola in it.

In the photo, he was sitting on the ground, so the standee was simply made like this, as if he was completely sitting on the ground. If you didn't know, you might say he was a homeless person sitting here begging.

One photo, and the visual impact came.

It was obvious at a glance that it was a prank—

Mandy even stood next to the photo, asking the crew members to take pictures of her, smiling especially sweetly, reaching out to stop the standee, like a goodwill ambassador coming to comfort a homeless person.

“Anson, want to join?”

Mandy greeted him enthusiastically.

At this time, everyone also discovered Anson, and one by one they began to jeer—

Excuse me, why does the queue start from the position of the standee, first going to the mobile food truck to order, then taking pictures, and finally taking the food and leaving? Is this some official tourist route?

The calls of “Anson, Anson” rose and fell, and Anson was more popular than ever.

Getting off work, that was a good thing; being able to eat some junk food after getting off work, and for free, that was even better; if you could also take the opportunity to tease your colleagues and laugh, adding some conversation material for tonight, that would be perfect.

No one could refuse.

Anson was slightly stunned, then smiled wryly—

Looking again at the mobile food truck in front of him, it was obviously a congratulatory visit gift.

Anson was very surprised.

In the distant future, he often saw fans giving their idols such support coffee trucks, but he didn't know that Hollywood in 2000 already had such a culture.

Immediately, Anson knew who the “mastermind” was.

But, other things could wait, the enthusiastic and lively scene in front of him needed to be dealt with properly, and Anson didn't plan to turn around and run away.

Generously, Anson walked forward, came to his standee, gave Mandy a smile, “How about it, a group photo together?”

Mandy didn't expect that Anson would be so generous, not only not minding, but also actively cooperating, her whole face blooming like a flower.

Mind?

Why mind?

Anson was very cooperative, even sitting on the ground on the spot, recreating the pose of the standee, completely without feeling teased by the prank, instantly reversing the situation, which also made those staff members who were not interested at all eager to move, wanting to seize the opportunity to leave a precious photo.

Originally, handsome guys have burdens, and superstars also have airs.

Recently, Garry had praised Anson a lot, and discerning people could see Garry's appreciation for this young man, who was clearly the darling of the crew.

Where there are people, there is gossip, even within a crew. This was no exception.

Involuntarily, people quietly distanced themselves, and even before the movie was released, various whispers had already eagerly begun, and turned into the background, whispering in unseen corners, waiting for the crew to return to Los Angeles, that's how the rumors went out.

But now.

A food truck, a standee, a photo.

Easily breaking down barriers and bringing people closer again, Anson mingled with the staff, and the atmosphere became light again.

Laughter and joy, the air also became lighter.

In an instant, Anson experienced the treatment of a panda, especially popular, and the hustle and bustle made the fatigue of the whole day disappear without a trace.

After being busy for a full twenty minutes, Anson finally had some free time, went to the food truck, ordered a beef patty and a hot dog for himself, and ordered an extra cheeseburger, before carrying the food and turning to walk towards the resort's lobby.

Standing in the hotel lobby, stopping, looking around, and after a little observation, without much effort, he easily saw that figure on the sofa in the waiting area.

However…

That figure didn't seem to be preparing to hide, just sitting there openly.

Third chapter.