From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Roar, roar, roar!

The coffee shop was exceptionally lively, the bustling heat even spreading towards the street, a spectacle amidst the noisy and bustling traffic.

But Ansen didn't respond to the surrounding cheers and applause. Instead, he first looked at the two people his left hand was supporting, inquiring with his eyes, "Are you alright?"

The two were also trying to save themselves.

They had merely stumbled and collided, losing their balance. Ansen's intervention halted their collapse, and in the next second, their reflexes kicked in amidst the chaos, regaining control and managing to stand firm, avoiding a messy tumble.

Exhaling a long breath, both individuals looked at Ansen in unison, repeatedly expressing their gratitude, but their racing hearts couldn't calm down for a while.

The pressure on his left hand eased slightly, his center of gravity shifted forward, and his right leg landed steadily.

Ansen bent down, picked up the cup of coffee from his shoe, and checked if any had spilled. Fortunately, gravity maintained a delicate balance. After landing on Ansen's shoe, his right leg lowered to absorb the force, then lifted again to create balance, controlling the paper cup.

It didn't spill!

Perfectly intact.

Even Ansen himself was a little surprised. Then, he took a small step forward, looking at the still-shaken woman in the black suit.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a kind and warm smile, "I hope this doesn't ruin your good mood for the day."

At this moment!

The crowd finally realized that the true brilliance and magic lay not in the dominoes not falling, but in that cup of hot coffee—

Who knows how Ansen did it?

The coffee was safe and sound, without spilling at all!

What is this? Chinese Kung Fu?

Whether it's Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan, they don't seem to have seen this move before.

Looking at each other, their faces were filled with astonishment.

But in the next second, unbelievable praise and fervor surged forth, and then, the tide of applause and whistles could no longer be contained.

Layer upon layer.

Rising steadily.

Here, the onlookers also included Sam and Scott.

Amidst the commotion, Sam, whose expression remained unchanged throughout, remained as still as a mountain. On the contrary, the impetuous Scott lost focus first, turning his head to look over. Only then did Sam slowly cast his gaze.

Witnessing this scene, Scott's expression changed slightly.

Sam, on the other hand, remained calm, still looking half-asleep, his drooping eyelids unable to fully open. Although he was earnestly watching the excitement, his expressionless face made it impossible to discern his thoughts.

Ansen noticed—

When he saw the reaction of the crowd, Ansen paid attention to Sam and Scott. He knew he couldn't hide his tracks and had passively exposed himself.

Since Edgar could get the audition list and know that Scott was among the alternates; then Ansen should also assume that Scott's agent could do the same. After all, Scott had also found Sam.

So, what to do?

Then, Ansen looked at the woman in front of him, handed the coffee to her, and gently patted her arm, kindly asking about her condition.

After receiving a positive reply, Ansen politely smiled to the surroundings to express his greetings and gratitude, slightly shy, but his demeanor was still generous.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ansen returned to the line, observed the front and back, and politely asked, "Was my position here just now?"

The other New Yorkers in the line no longer had their usual indifferent and professional appearance. One by one, they smiled, indicating that Ansen could return to his position. The man who was originally in front of Ansen offered to give up his spot, indicating that Ansen could order first, but Ansen refused.

It was just a slight wait, and Ansen would be next.

Ansen ordered a latte and a waffle. The staff member in charge of ordering showed a bright smile, giving Ansen two thumbs up.

The subsequent wait was not long either. Another staff member quickly packed Ansen's meal, saying to Ansen in a light tone, "Wishing you a wonderful day."

Ansen also returned a smile, saying loudly, "Wishing you a wonderful day."

After speaking, he left the coffee shop with light steps, nimbly pulled out a skateboard from behind his backpack, threw it on the ground, stepped on the skateboard and rushed out.

Without turning his head, without looking around, without stopping, without any extra movements, he left so freely, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

Judging from the interaction between Sam and Scott just now, Sam didn't like such "extra movements". Obviously, he was a decisive and opinionated person, who wouldn't change his views because of these extra movements. On the contrary, he might even put on colored glasses because of these small actions.

So, Ansen didn't run into the line of fire.

Not only didn't he, but he also had to leave freely.

After all, the accident just now created a completely unexpected commotion, and the noise was already "noisy" enough, so there was no need to add anything superfluous.

So, he left when he said he would, without nostalgia, and without more actions.

He left triumphantly.

At the same time, in the coffee shop, Scott finally regained his senses.

He thought that Ansen would definitely choose to break through head-on and directly start competing; but he didn't expect that Ansen didn't have any nostalgia at all, as if he hadn't noticed Sam from beginning to end. So, Ansen really didn't notice Sam, and his appearance here was purely a coincidence?

Scott wasn't sure.

But no matter what, the departure of a competitor was a good thing, cutting off future troubles.

Scott looked at Sam again. Embarrassing as it was, he was still unwilling to miss the opportunity, summoning his courage and forcing himself to continue the conversation. After all, this was a rare opportunity to face the director alone. He wouldn't turn around and leave like Ansen, that would be retreating without a fight.

However.

As soon as he turned his head, Scott saw Sam, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Sam was still Sam, still looking half-asleep, his expression and eyes unchanged. It was difficult to accurately describe where his focus was.

But, the direction was correct.

Sam quietly looked towards the door. Scott wasn't sure if Sam was paying attention to Ansen's departing back, this uncertainty was unsettling.

The main point was that a hint of a smile appeared in Sam's eyes.

Scott: ???

Was this his illusion? A smile? How could it be?

Sam looked at Ansen's back, why would he show a smile?

No, no, no.

This was all his wild thoughts, he needed to concentrate.

Scott took a deep breath, showed a smile, showed his most handsome side, and tried to pull Sam's attention back.

"Director, have you ever thought about making another horror movie? I'm not the only one looking forward to it."

Sam finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Scott, but his eyes seemed meaningful.

The fourth update.