From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Jubilation, anticipation, happiness.

In Jack's bright eyes, Anson saw... dreams and hope, a faint ray of light, but one that was igniting the warmth of his soul.

Perhaps Jack was finally breaking free from his father's shadow, starting to take steps and forge his own path in life.

"Congratulations!"

Anson said, a full smile blooming on his face.

A single sentence brightened Jack's expression, as he said somewhat restrainedly, "It's just the beginning."

Anson's eyes were also full of smiles, "People with dreams are amazing, and those who dare to pursue their dreams and take action are even more amazing."

Jack scratched his head, "Hehe. Who knows, maybe one day in the future I'll be able to collaborate with you on a project? Using my camera to record your performance."

Anson laughed heartily, "Looks like I need to work hard, to avoid being eliminated by Hollywood early and not being able to hold on until the day you become a cinematographer."

Jack tilted his head and looked directly into Anson's eyes, "Shouldn't it be me working hard and growing up as soon as possible, so I can catch up with you as soon as possible?"

Anson shook his head slightly, "Oh, Jack, you should watch the movie 'Sunset Boulevard'."

Jack's face was serious, "How do you know I haven't seen it?"

Rarely at a loss for words, Anson was speechless.

Slightly stunned, Anson burst out laughing, "Sorry, please forgive my presumption."

Because the news was too sudden, Anson was a beat slow in remembering: if Jack was now deciding to come out and find a job, what about school? Previously, Jack had always longed to return to a peaceful life, like an ordinary child; but now he was leaving school, was something wrong at home again?

Anson was a beat slow in realizing that he had just been wrestling and filming violent scenes of smashing up a room, and his palms and knees had some scrapes and bruises.

But it wasn't a big deal.

The crew's medical team arrived immediately.

Now, Anson was the biggest star on the set, plus Lucas, the ever-watchful and intimidating producer, always at his side—the entire crew was on alert. It was just a small scratch, but a doctor and two nurses surrounded Anson, which was a bit of an exaggeration.

Anson didn't know whether to laugh or cry, waving his hand to refuse them, saying it would be fine to take care of it after all the filming was done today. He only asked for a few band-aids.

As a result... the ultimate big boss personally appeared.

Anson was full of helplessness, chuckled softly, and waved his hand, "I'm fine. Lucas, perfect timing, let me introduce you to my friend, Jack."

He hurriedly shifted his attention.

However, turning his head to look forward, he saw that the space in front was empty, with no one there.

"Jack?" Anson was full of question marks, "This guy, how did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Lucas frowned slightly, came behind Anson, and scanned the entire area following Anson's gaze—

The theater was still bustling with people, but he didn't see Anson's friend, nor did he see anyone running around.

Lucas didn't say much, came and sat down next to Anson, silently opening the medical kit.

Anson looked up at the sky, speechless, "Lucas, I'm not a child anymore."

Lucas didn't buy it at all, "Then don't whine like a child. The wound needs to be disinfected and then bandaged. You're an actor, not cherishing your body is irresponsible to the crew and the role. I thought you were mature enough to take on the responsibility of an actor."

Heavens!

All the staff coming and going held their breath. Despite their curiosity, one by one, they averted their gaze—

Didn't they see? Even Anson obediently shut his mouth and looked defeated in front of Lucas. So the real big boss was here.

Anson looked up at the sky, feeling hopeless, "Lucas, now my wise image on the set is completely ruined, it's all your fault."

Lucas, "Mm."

Anson: ...

Under Lucas's gaze, Anson finally compromised, obediently rolled up his trouser legs, and one could immediately see the bruises on his knees and the scrapes on his calves.

Lucas's eyes turned cold, and he busied himself nimbly.

Anson, "Ah, it hurts, Lucas, Lucas!"

Lucas raised his eyes and glanced at Anson, "Oh, you still know it hurts? That means the nerves aren't dead yet."

Lucas immediately saw through Anson's trick of deliberately crying out in pain, "Didn't you say you needed to pay attention to your image in front of the crew? Is this the image you want to project?"

Anson touched his nose, defeated again, "Lucas, I'm fine, really. Compared to the 'Spider-Man' crew before..." He cut himself off before he finished—

Bringing up something better left unsaid, the events of the "Spider-Man 2" crew were still vivid in his mind.

Anson immediately noticed the cold, piercing gaze of Lucas, blinked his eyes, "I've thought about it seriously, and I still need to face it squarely. I can't ignore it just because it's a small injury. Lucas, you're right, thank you."

The tone was clearly the standard tone input by artificial intelligence, with no emotion at all.

Lucas twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a smile without warmth, and lowered his head to continue busying himself.

Although Anson kept saying he was fine, he didn't feel anything himself; but in Lucas's opinion, Anson was completely focused and immersed in the role, plus the dullness of his nerves caused by the hangover, so Anson himself didn't notice, but they, as bystanders, could see that today's filming was very intense, the consumption of physical strength and energy was very serious, and there were many bumps and scrapes.

Sure enough, Lucas's judgment was correct.

Knees, calves, elbows, arms, palms, all had scrapes.

Every time he discovered another scrape, Anson looked at Lucas with a head full of question marks and an innocent face.

"Huh, when did this appear?"

"Wait, when did I scrape this?"

"Here? I didn't feel it?"

As he spoke, Anson finally realized his ignorance, and obediently shut his mouth under Lucas's cold gaze.

The world, finally quieted down.

Lucas concentrated on treating the wound, somewhat unexpectedly taking the initiative to break the silence, "The friend you mentioned just now... Jack?"

Anson nodded, "Yes, Jack, it's the one I told you about before."

Lucas, "Why did he come here? I thought he was just a student."

Anson was pleasantly surprised, "You were listening? I thought you didn't hear a word I said before."

Lucas looked at Anson speechlessly, "The point."

Anson waved his hand, "Alright, alright. I was just about to ask him about school, but your appearance interrupted me, and I didn't have time to ask him."

"He said just now that he joined a crew as an apprentice, and is now doing odd jobs under the gaffer. He also wants to enter Hollywood and work behind the scenes."

Lucas paused, "Did he say which crew?"

Anson, "Didn't have time to ask, what's wrong? Is it important?"

Lucas looked up at his brother, "Anson, we're the only film crew currently shooting in Las Vegas."