From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Sharp, direct, yet without being aggressive, but rather with a composed scrutiny and assessment, a single sentence reversed the passive situation.

Lucas subtly revealed his sharpness.

Matt noticed it but didn't take offense; instead, he smiled.

"Oops, I've been seen through."

"Indeed, I was worried Mr. Wood would depart for the film set, and a moment's delay might mean missing him, so I threatened Mr. Cooke to kidnap him and bring him here for a visit, all to intercept him."

"So, did I succeed?"

Beneath the nonchalant demeanor, one could still sense Matt's confidence and composure.

He wasn't sure if the secretary had successfully delivered the message.

Edgar was about to give Lucas some hints, but he didn't expect Lucas to intercept him a step ahead, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile that might frighten a child to tears.

"Mr. Brown is joking. If we were really going to discuss serious business, there's no need to rush. Real important matters require time."

"So, Mr. Brown's visit is purely a friendly one, then?"

"Mr. Matt Brown, who manages an entire emerging department, should be well aware of this."

Matt was all gentle breeze and hidden needles, while Lucas was all feigned politeness and daggers in his smile. Their back-and-forth was completely uncompromising.

Matt pushed up his glasses, a keen glint flashing behind the lenses. "You recognize me? My name is too common; many share it. Lost in a crowd, I'd be swallowed up before you could even blink."

Lucas wasn't surprised. "I occasionally browse the 'Wall Street Journal'."

Matt, "But with so many names, how did you immediately know it was me?"

Lucas, "No, I wasn't sure, not until now."

Back and forth, a brief exchange.

Without a moment to breathe, Matt and Lucas had already clashed several times.

The content of the conversation wasn't important; what mattered was that both refused to obediently fall into the other's rhythm, trying to bring the conversation under their own control.

Matt, "Oh, it seems I was too hasty."

Lucas, "No, not hasty, but rather, seeking something."

Matt, "I have no room to argue."

Without warning, a sudden turn, and Matt threw out the white flag in surrender—

Just as Lucas said, when seeking something from someone, one's attitude naturally can't be too high.

So, what was Lucas planning to do?

Not strike a smiling face?

Just then, a stretching yawn came from the hall behind them.

"Lucas, I give up. Let's just leave it at that. There's no need to bring so much stuff; everything is available on set anyway. Nothing to worry about."

Thud.

The next second, the sound of a body colliding with the sofa could be heard.

The three people at the door exchanged glances.

Then, Lucas finally stepped aside, making an inviting gesture.

Matt's smile was especially bright, and he nodded slightly, taking the lead and walking inside.

Edgar, lagging behind, finally had a chance to exchange a look with Lucas—

Matt Brown, the head of Apple's brand new digital audio division, and after a series of mergers and adjustments, he officially took over businesses like iPod and iTunes, making him a hot commodity in the last six months.

In fact, Edgar didn't understand why Matt would personally visit Anson. Apple and Anson seemed completely unrelated; he lacked some understanding of the music business and work. But intuition told him that this matter might not be so simple.

On the drive to Malibu, Edgar had been trying to get information out of him, but Matt was tight-lipped, and Edgar couldn't get much information.

Lucas's secretary was reliable and called Anson right away. Anson was packing, so Lucas answered the phone.

Edgar himself wasn't clear on the situation, let alone the secretary.

But at least Lucas had a grasp of the situation and had prepared himself mentally.

Lucas didn't rush to discuss it with Anson; instead, he quickly investigated, knowing that only by understanding the opponent's needs and goals could he take the initiative.

Apple, this tech company, because of Anson, Lucas had been keeping an eye on it, constantly monitoring their movements, making preparations in advance. Now, gathering information around Matt Brown, Lucas quickly built a system in his mind, making certain preparations.

After exchanging glances with Edgar, Lucas followed behind, one after the other.

As soon as Matt entered the living room, the first thing that caught his eye was the endless view of the Pacific Ocean, the view was broad and open, and his whole heart opened up.

But immediately after, he noticed Anson lying on the sofa.

Different from his image in front of the spotlight, the Anson in front of him was wearing a loose light blue sweatshirt, revealing a lazy but sunny aura, youthful and easily grabbing attention.

That casual, uninhibited appearance made people's lips curl up.

Only at such moments would one remember that Anson had only just reached the legal drinking age.

Matt's smile fell into his eyes, and he coughed twice.

Anson, who was originally lying on the sofa, heard it, tilted his head and glanced over, saw the figure of the guest, but was not embarrassed, nor flustered, but stood up generously, with a natural and open attitude.

"Good morning, I'm Anson. Are you Lucas's guest?"

No apologies, no shyness, no restraint, everything was so natural.

Matt found that his mood involuntarily brightened up.

This was just a single meeting.

Matt's pause fell into Anson's eyes, and Anson noticed the scattered suitcases on the ground, the scattered clothes and daily necessities casually thrown there, and all kinds of objects piled on the coffee table and sofa.

At this time, Anson realized that a guest had arrived.

"Ah, sorry, I was packing my luggage."

Before Anson could speak, Lucas had already packed all the items on the sofa into the suitcase, clearing the space, and shaking his head with some helplessness.

"Don't tell me you've always been like this."

Anson shrugged lightly, "But nothing has ever happened, has it?"

Lucas looked at Anson speechlessly, a look that spoke volumes.

But Anson was still calm.

Matt laughed directly, "Modern life is so convenient, as long as you're not going to a remote island, you can buy daily necessities anytime, anywhere, so don't worry."

Anson nodded repeatedly, "Right, right, that's what I think too, they should relax a bit, Mr.…"

Matt understood, "Matt Brown, just call me Matt."

While introducing himself, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Anson.

Anson glanced at the card and let out a sigh, "Why would Mr. Brown come to visit Lucas?"

Matt emphasized again, "Just Matt."

Anson looked at Matt meaningfully, "So you came to visit today purely as a friend?"

Straight to the point.