From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Edgar looked at Eve, and Eve looked at Edgar. They stared at each other in silence.

Then, "Shit!"

Eve cursed again, this time with some extra flair, rattling off a string of colorful words before turning back to Anson.

"So, you're saying you screwed them over, and they not only swallowed their pride but also have to suck up to you and beg for peace? Wow, who are you?"

Her round eyes were wide with undisguised astonishment.

Anson, "Wood, Anson Wood."

Strictly speaking, in Anson's view, David Klein and Darren Starr were the ones maneuvering behind the scenes. Brad and Jennifer couldn't directly confront David Klein, so they picked on the weaker target and found him.

Anyway, Brad wasn't seeing eye to eye with Anson for the first time.

Eve, "Ha. Ha. Very funny."

Public relations, the time to truly show your skills is during a crisis.

Eve took a deep breath. "Anson, listen carefully. The plan isn't complicated, in fact, it's very simple. I just need you to walk the red carpet, then go up and greet Brad and Jennifer briefly, showing just the right amount of familiarity. Not too distant, but not too intimate, and then leave."

"The plan isn't difficult, but the key is the nuance."

"If you're too intimate or too distant, they'll think you're trying to leech off their fame; if you stay too short, they won't remember you; if you stay too long, they'll be annoyed that you're taking up Brad and Jennifer's interview time."

"It's very subtle."

"Honestly, I think you can do it, but I can't be 100% sure, so you tell me now, whether you can do it or not."

"If you say you can't, we'll skip them for now, avoid their limelight, take a detour, and then show up when the second half starts, completely re-planning. Trust my abilities, we can still complete the plan."

"But my professional opinion is that, right now, it's a crisis, an incredibly difficult situation, but if we can seize it, we can get back as much gain as risk we take."

Rapid-fire, like a machine gun.

Eve was operating at ten times her normal speed, like a machine gun firing.

Edgar had understood, but there was still some worry in his eyes, "Anson, how about we take a detour and buy some time to consider it carefully?"

Eve didn't object, but nodded, "We don't need to be so aggressive, that's true. A steady approach can achieve the same goal."

So, what did Anson think?

Putting aside the 'Spider-Man' audition, Anson also wanted to take a chance and try.

The reason was simple. In his past life, he would definitely choose to be conservative after the age of twenty-five. His edges, his sharpness, his spirit had all been smoothed out; but before the age of twenty-five, he would unconditionally choose to take risks.

He missed his former self, high-spirited, running and flying all the way.

Anson looked at Edgar, then at Eve, "We don't need to take a detour."

A sentence, light and firm.

Eve and Edgar exchanged a glance, both taking a deep breath. Without saying anything more, they immediately pulled out their phones and got busy.

Indeed, facing the difficulty head-on meant facing incredible risks, but the role of a manager and publicist wasn't to dump all the problems on the actor. They had their own abilities and ways to reduce the difficulty and increase the chances of success.

For example, right now.

Their first reaction was to mobilize the resources they had, contact the media, give Anson some visibility when he stepped onto the red carpet, and persuade them to take a different approach and seize the opportunity in the monotonous 'Brad X Jennifer' coverage.

Exchanging resources for resources, exchanging benefits for benefits.

The vehicle continued to move slowly forward.

Visually, Anson was only two cars away from Brad and Jennifer, and the red carpet was probably less than fifty meters away, but in reality, there was a gap of five or six minutes. The speed slowed down, not colliding head-on with the moment of explosion.

Despite this, the frenzied red carpet could still be seen in the field of vision, not only the reporters, but also the irrational fans on both sides of the road.

Gradually, the Shrine Auditorium came into view.

Slightly different from the imagined red carpet, the space in front of me was slightly crowded. On the side of the Shrine Auditorium were billboards, all kinds of sponsor billboards, which were also photo backdrops; on the side near the street was the media area, with dense reporters extending from the beginning to the end.

In addition, there were also television hosts walking back and forth on the red carpet with a camera crew, conducting interviews.

Looking around, the entrance of the red carpet was blocked by Brad and Jennifer, but inside, there were still seven or eight actors present at the same time, but unfortunately, the media area in front of them was sparsely cleared by more than half.

The red carpet ran north-south, and at the T-shaped position at the entrance of the red carpet, there was also a street running east-west. On both sides leading to the red carpet, fans and audiences were crowded, and all the guests had to get off at this T-shaped entrance and step onto the red carpet under the gaze of all the fans.

Ah!

Ahhh!

Screams, shouts, hitting the eardrums hard. The energy of the fans and audience even overwhelmed the media reporters, dyeing the orange sky of Los Angeles red. The sunset seemed to arrive an hour early, covering the world.

Nicholas noticed the helpless Jane Katzmarek.

Poor Jane, stepping onto the red carpet for the first time in her life, originally thought that as an actress, she could finally stand under the spotlight and receive her applause, but before she had time to show a smile, she was already neglected on the side.

One second, the whole audience cheered her name.

The next second, everyone was gone.

Jane was at a loss, with a forced smile on her lips, almost crying.

Nicholas sighed softly —

He didn't go up to join the fun.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in Brad and Jennifer. He knew they were the traffic code, but the problem was that in an occasion like the award ceremony, you couldn't get anything out of an interview, at most just a few photos.

And they were all the same photos. Different magazines and newspapers were indistinguishable. To the audience, these photos were all the same.

So, Nicholas wasn't in a hurry, but stood in place to capture.

Then, he shouted.

"Hey, Jane!"

Jane looked over when she heard the sound. A glimmer of light was rekindled in her bewildered and ashamed eyes, and her heart flew to her throat.

Click!

Nicholas pressed the shutter, freezing the moment.

This is Hollywood, cruel and indifferent, with entertainment and death above all else.

Although Nicholas couldn't change it and didn't have the ambition to change it, at least, he could leave this brilliant moment for Jane in front of him.

Retracting his gaze and putting down the camera, Nicholas looked towards the front of the red carpet. He was also observing and sizing up, trying to find different entry points, maybe he could capture special moments of Brad and Jennifer.

But, it was difficult.

The flashing lights in front of him were airtight. It was more like recording than taking photos, fixing and loading every move of this American sweetheart couple.

Inadvertently, his gaze caught a figure. It was just a fleeting glance. He didn't care at first, but his intuition grabbed his mind and he looked back again.

That was…

Fourth chapter.