From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Perhaps Harry Smith wasn't sharp enough in selecting works, but no one could deny his outstanding abilities in other areas.

In a flash, the thoughts in Harry's mind quickly unfolded.

He was one hundred percent certain that he had browsed the list of thirty-six candidate actors, and if he had seen Anson's name, he would have reacted.

His brain instantly grasped an idea, although it wasn't clear and there was no evidence, just a feeling, but Harry still turned to look at Edgar.

"Was it you?"

Harry's voice rose at the end, filled with complex emotions such as doubt, speculation, intimidation, threat, oppression, etc., and a short sentence stirred up ripples.

Edgar wasn't surprised that his little trick might be discovered. After all, everyone present was an old pro, and they had used all the tricks that couldn't be put on the table. They were much more experienced than Edgar, and they could see through the truth with a little calm.

What surprised him was, so quickly?

Harry's words disrupted Edgar's composure.

Before Edgar could respond, Harry had already turned to look at the others in the conference room.

"This is Anson Wood, Darren Starr's nephew, not long ago, Darren came to me, hoping I could sign him, and I met him once."

"I am very sure and certain that his name is not on the list of candidate actors we submitted..."

Buzz.

The air vibrated slightly.

No one spoke, and no one was surprised. Such methods were just a piece of cake in the world of fame and fortune, but all eyes turned to Edgar—

Inquiry, scrutiny, vigilance,戏谑, appreciation.

A superior's condescending attitude of observing a juggler instantly surrounded Edgar, and the sharp and scorching gaze made his skin tingle slightly.

At this moment, Edgar steadied himself and calmed down.

Perhaps Harry had guessed the truth, or perhaps he hadn't yet; but now it was no longer important, because the real key in front of him was not here.

Thus.

"It was me."

Edgar interrupted Harry's words.

Harry: …

Obviously, Harry didn't expect Edgar to interrupt him, and even more so, he didn't expect Edgar to look at the whole room but ignore him alone.

At William Morris, this was rare.

Without shrinking back, without nervousness, without timidity, Edgar raised his head and chest, confidently looked around, and calmly met all the scrutinizing gazes.

"I believe in Anson's potential, I believe that Harry not signing Anson is a mistake, and I believe that we should go all out to seize this opportunity."

—"Spider-Man", that's the most important thing.

While Harry was still struggling with the so-called "truth", Edgar had already gone straight to the point. No one cared how Anson's profile appeared in the kraft paper bag. The only thing they needed to care about was whether William Morris could defeat other competitors and seize this opportunity.

If Anson failed, they could settle the score later.

But what if Anson succeeded?

Ambush from all sides, so what? Edgar relied on his courage and boldness to break a bloody path and win an opportunity for himself.

All eyes were on Edgar.

Harry had a mouthful of air stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out. The whole thing was really too sudden and too unexpected, crammed into just thirty seconds.

Harry, "You know this is against the rules, you know you don't have the right to participate in these decisions…"

In fact, Harry wasn't alone.

All the agents in front of him had experienced Edgar's situation. They had worked so hard to climb to their current position, not to have others run wild on their heads.

A voice, "That list is the result of our careful consideration."

Two voices, "I don't think we should randomly choose an actor we don't know."

Three voices, "There are rules here. If you don't like it, the door is over there. You know how to leave."

In an instant, Edgar became the target of public criticism.

However, this was not beyond Edgar's expectations.

He would never be passively beaten.

Edgar firmly met those provocative, critical, and sharp gazes, and threw out a blockbuster, "Sony Columbia doesn't like your plan."

A slap, loud.

Then, the conference room fell silent.

Edgar didn't stagnate, but firmly grasped this rare moment of quiet, not only did he not shrink back, but he also took two steps forward slightly, exposing himself to everyone's view, so that they could see his expression and eyes clearly.

"The thing is like this, you can reject my idea, you can reject Ian Bryce's call, I can turn around and leave now."

"Believe me, I know where the company door is."

Smile.

"But similarly, other competitors also know where our company door is. If Ian Bryce can't get Anson from us, what do you think he will do?"

"Of course, William Morris is a big company and has endless resources; but you have already taken thirty-six candidates from your own resources. As you said, thirty-six candidates who have been carefully considered and carefully selected, do you think the second list will be better?"

"So, when Ian Bryce sees the second list—still without Anson, and then inadvertently, he remembers Anson again, what next?"

"I guess, Ian Bryce should be able to find Anson's phone number, but I don't think it will be William Morris who stands in the middle to connect and start a visit."

Take the initiative.

The smile was still on his lips, but his eyes were particularly bright, and Edgar also showed his confidence.

In a silence, Brian finally spoke, "All of this presupposes Anson's specialness. Are you so sure he can get the role? Can you guarantee that Anson will finally stand out?"

Affirmation?

Or denial?

So, was Brian waiting for Edgar to make a military order?

Edgar wasn't that stupid, "No."

He gave a negative answer.

"I have faith in Anson, one hundred percent, but that's one thing; the subsequent development of the audition is another thing, and I can't make any guarantees."

"As far as I know now, the only thing I know is that Ian Bryce needs Anson, and Anson is William Morris's only hope at the moment."

Confident, but not blindly.

Passionate, but not impulsive.

Even in a chaotic situation, Edgar still maintained a clear mind and firmly controlled the situation.

Brian looked at Edgar, Edgar didn't avoid his gaze, and met his eyes with clear and bright eyes, time seemed to briefly freeze.

One second? Or ten seconds?

Brian nodded lightly, "You take Anson and leave for New York immediately."

Boom!

A roar.

"Brian?"

"This is a wrong decision."

"Things shouldn't be like this."

But Brian ignored it at all, raised his right hand, and silenced everyone, "This is the final decision, we have no reason not to give Ian Bryce the person he wants. That's the decision, meeting adjourned."

After speaking, Brian didn't stay any longer, turned around and left the conference room, decisively making a final conclusion on the whole matter.

Second update.