From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Okay."

Lucas said.

One word, concise and clear.

However, behind this sentence lay intricate thoughts and conflicting impulses, until finally, the decision was blurted out.

The moment the words left his mouth, Lucas no longer hesitated, his calm and stern face displaying a decisive and efficient demeanor.

"But, we need to wait a little longer."

Anson's just-relaxed mind tensed up again because of Lucas's following words, but this time, he didn't panic.

As expected.

Lucas continued, "The stock market hasn't bottomed out yet, it's not the best time to buy."

Even though Anson was temporarily throwing out an idea, Lucas had already completed the judgment and decision in a flash, and gave professional advice.

Anson nodded lightly, "I'll leave the specific things to you anyway."

Looking at Anson, who looked like a hands-off shopkeeper, returning to his familiar appearance, serious for only three seconds, Lucas was more accustomed to it.

A faint smile appeared in Lucas's eyes, "You shouldn't use all your funds for investment. If my understanding of Hollywood is correct, then investing in yourself is also a very important part of Hollywood."

"I've heard that there are some occasions where, not to mention whether you can successfully enter, even if you get inside, those snobs will use their eyes to divide people into different classes. Clothing, jewelry, shoes, accessories, etc., if any flaws are seen, you may be sentenced to death in social situations and be denied entry."

"I don't understand the specifics. But I believe Uncle Darren should be able to give you some advice."

Unprofessional doesn't mean ignorant.

Obviously, Lucas also knew some rules of the celebrity circle.

But Anson didn't care, "Lucas, are you worried that others will judge me by my appearance and give me a hard time? Only those inferior losers will tirelessly pursue luxury brands, hoping to form an impenetrable armor with layers of money, unaware that this colorful armor has long exposed them."

"Those clothes are just some fabrics before people give them a soul."

After speaking, Anson looked down at himself, making an up-and-down appraisal with his eyes, and the self-confidence and composure conveyed from the inside out could not be more obvious.

Lucas immediately understood, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly imperceptibly, "Mom can rest assured, you are still the same as before."

Calm words, silently complaining.

Anson didn't mind, and accepted the scrutiny with a face full of equanimity—

Once, he also cared about other people's eyes, but he didn't understand until he fell to the bottom that behind the fact that "clothes make the man," there is also the truth that temperament comes from upbringing. Words and deeds often reflect the color of the soul, and even the most glamorous clothes cannot hide the smell emanating from the soul.

Perhaps, the self-confidence and composure displayed are the same, but the original owner's self-confidence came from family support, while his self-confidence came from the indifference after experiencing hardships.

Similar, but different.

Then.

A timid voice cut in from the side, seizing the gap, "Excuse me…"

The faint smile on the corner of Lucas's mouth disappeared in an instant, and an icy, bone-piercing glare flew over, instantly freezing the air.

With just a glance from the corner of his eye, he could see that the approaching footsteps had retreated half a step.

Anson also looked over—

The stiff mummy who had kept a little distance was the young woman who had reminded him to pay attention to Lucas and released goodwill earlier.

She hadn't left all along.

She had been watching carefully from the side, repeatedly hesitating and struggling, and finally leaned over, but she didn't expect to be scared back by Lucas's glare.

In an instant, she held her breath.

Anson showed a warm smile, letting the coldness of the air ease again, and asked with gentle eyes, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Seeing Anson's eyes, the young woman mustered up her courage and moved forward, even though Lucas's gaze was like a thorn in her back, only half a palm's distance.

Deep breath.

Another deep breath.

"Excuse me, are you the Paul actor who made a cameo appearance in 'Friends' not long ago?"

Incoherent.

The sentences are not smooth.

Even the most basic grammar is wrong, what adjectives and adverbs are completely chaotic, just like the system is disordered, it's simply a mess, but what can be 100% sure is:

The young woman's voice was trembling slightly.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was fear or excitement.

However, Anson still understood, and the corners of his mouth completely raised, "Yes, I am that Paul."

"Hah!"

The young woman covered her mouth, exclaiming briefly but excitedly, and the雀跃 in her eyes was surging.

It could be seen from her feet, which couldn't help but want to jump, just like Dorothy wearing red舞鞋, that excitement should have overcome fear.

But thousands of words were all stuck in her throat, and even exclamations could not be uttered. She wanted to get closer, but was afraid of Lucas's glaring eyes and hesitated.

Anson wanted to laugh a little. He glanced at Lucas, who was exuding an aura of "do not approach," and said silently with his mouth, "She recognized me."

Lucas didn't buy it at all, "She can't even say your name."

Anson smiled dumbly—

Although that's true, this was the first time someone had recognized him after "Friends" was broadcast, and it wasn't a problem even if they couldn't say his name.

Just like after "Harry Potter" was released, even many years later, when people saw the three main actors, they still called out the names of their characters in the movie.

At least, their faces had been recognized.

This is a beginning.

Anson ignored Lucas, but stood up, stretched out his right hand, and showed a smile.

The young woman glanced at Lucas, tremblingly grasped Anson's right hand, and then slowly closed her fingertips. Although the sweat on her palm was slightly cold, her fingertips were particularly forceful, as if using all her strength to feel and experience it, completely immersed in the beauty of this moment.

"Wood. Anson Wood."

The young woman nodded vigorously, her eyes locked firmly on Anson's face, without blinking, and even Lucas was temporarily forgotten.

"Ah."

Carelessly, an exclamation escaped from the corner of her mouth, and the young woman quickly covered her mouth with her left hand, but refused to let go of her right hand, but still couldn't control it.

"Ah, ah, ah. Wow, I, I really like you so much. God, you are so handsome, you are a hundred times more handsome than you look on TV."

Lucas: Eye roll.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand at all, what was going on in this scene?

Anson is Anson, his brother, an ordinary person, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth like everyone else. Why would someone scream at Anson? Why would someone tremble all over because they could shake hands with Anson?

Please, is there any expert here who can explain to him what the principle is here?

Third chapter.