From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … ‘Seventeen years old’.

Anson gave a slightly awkward answer, but he couldn't just throw out the names of those top media outlets; what if they were already there? What if the trick was exposed? What if his identity was revealed?

The first crisis was resolved, but Anson realized that this was a minefield.

Obviously, this was not the best time to play Minesweeper.

“Oh, right, this is Michael Moscowitz, I think Miss Hathaway should be waiting for me.”

Anson added, Michael Moscowitz, the nerdy band leader from “The Princess Diaries”, but Anson wasn't sure if Anne could recognize the code; he was starting to think this surprise visit wasn't a good idea.

That Ms. Sandra turned and entered the next room, and Anson stood there and immediately felt a sense of crisis, his skin slightly tense, his five senses fully open.

That feeling was like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

And it was still a little lamb standing among a pack of tigers and wolves, shrinking its shoulders and shivering, and hoping that it would not be discovered by this group of carnivores.

That PDA man glanced at Anson again, which made Anson feel that the black-rimmed glasses above his nose were slightly hot—

May I ask, who on earth gave Superman the confidence to think that a pair of glasses could deceive the world?

“This suit… is it Dior?” The PDA man finally asked, “Sorry, what I mean is, I rarely see a suit of this color.”

Anson: … … “No, it’s not Dior, I found it in a second-hand store, and I’m not sure of the brand.”

PDA man, “Oh, very nice, I think it’s an excellent choice.”

Anson, “After all, we are here today to interview a Disney fairy tale movie, I hope to leave a unique impression, not sure if it will work.”

The PDA man snapped his fingers at Anson and winked to show his appreciation.

“Mr. Moscowitz? Please come with me.”

Sandra's call came from the front.

Anson stood up and followed the footsteps, and the PDA man inadvertently glanced at the back, slightly stunned, and took another look.

But before he had time to take a closer look, the figure had disappeared around the corner. He tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally waved his hand to deny his idea, and continued to bury his head in his PDA.

“You have five minutes.”

Anson heard Sandra's voice in his ear. Without waiting for him to think, Sandra had already pushed open the door of the small living room in front of her and shouted loudly inside.

“Anne.”

After that, Sandra turned and left.

Anson took a step forward, and he could see a floor-to-ceiling window open in front of him, and golden sunlight sprinkled in sparsely, covering the slender figure.

Anson was about to respond, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his nose flared: Achoo.

He sneezed directly.

Anson quickly covered his nose, silently moved forward two steps, and took out two pieces of tissue from the tissue box on the table, trying to resolve his situation in a mess.

Anne didn't expect this scene at all. Looking at Anson's appearance, she couldn't help but chuckle, her expression completely relaxed.

“Oh, God, are you allergic to pollen?” Anne quickly put away her smile and asked worriedly, but the corners of her mouth and eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

Anson waved his hands repeatedly and finally settled down, “No, as far as I know, no. But I think there are too many lilies here, and I am still affected to some extent; it seems that I will have no chance to receive some Prince Charming roles in the future, what a pity.”

Anne was amused again, looked around, and let out a long breath, “This is also the PR’s idea, they believe it can create an atmosphere.”

But obviously, Anne didn't like it.

Anson shrugged lightly, “Indeed, catering to public expectations means that you must give up some of your own persistence. In the final analysis, we are all Hollywood commodities.”

Anne's eyes widened, “You too?”

Anson, “Me too. Tom Cruise, Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, no one can be an exception. But this does not mean that the souls under our skins cannot have their own edges and colors; otherwise, the products will all be the same, and consumers will not be willing to pay for them.”

While talking, Anson took out a few lilies and baby's breath from the vase, stood there and began to get busy, weaving a small flower crown.

In Anne's surprised and unexpected eyes, Anson put the flower crown on Anne's head, looked her up and down, and showed a satisfied smile.

“Trust me, your PR will not only not refuse, but should also thank you.”

Pfft.

Anne finally couldn't control it, and her smile completely bloomed.

She restrained her smile, deliberately pulled up her skirt, and made a standard princess curtsy. Only then did she have time to ask, “How did you appear here?”

“And…” Anne gestured up and down at Anson’s attire: no disguise at all, “Aren’t you worried about being discovered by that group of reporters outside?”

Anson looked calm, “The one who least wants a scandal to happen now should be Disney, so I believe your team should take good care of the reporters.”

Anne's eyes widened, unable to believe that Anson was even making fun of Disney—

During the promotion of the new movie, Disney naturally did not want Anne to have a scandal. Even if they noticed Anson's appearance, they would probably shut up.

After the joke, Anson waved his hand, “No, I’m not worried. You know, in New York, people only care about themselves, or rather, they don’t have the energy to care about other things, after all, they are already overwhelmed with their own affairs, so they often don’t look up and don’t have time to observe other people’s situations.”

“This is different from Los Angeles, very, very different.”

In Los Angeles, everyone greets each other when they meet, whether sincerely or hypocritically, even if it's just a greeting, they will at least look into each other's eyes and give a greeting.

But in New York, this is not the case. Even in daily social occasions, people often don't have the leisure to pay attention to the other person's expression and state.

“So, I’m not worried at all. In fact, no one in the entire room should realize my arrival yet.”

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the room was pushed open, and Anson turned his head to look aside in a panic.