From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

As the introducer, Darren felt like he was superfluous. He shouldn't have shown up here. So, was this normal?

But thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem surprising.

If Ansen could turn a cameo role into a guest appearance during his first meeting with David Klein, then what was so different about Jeff?

In the beginning, Darren was just enthusiastically helping with a small favor. However, step by step, he discovered surprises, just like accidentally unearthing a treasure. Not to mention others, even Darren himself couldn't help but start anticipating:

What position Ansen could reach in the Hollywood arena.

As expected—

Jeff seemed intent on testing Ansen.

Firstly, because there were countless faces who used connections to say hello, constantly coming every day. Even if Jeff's brain was powerful, he couldn't remember everyone. Why was Ansen so special? In Hollywood, everyone knew that occasions like tonight were opportunities. The key was who could stand out?

Secondly, because Ansen had indeed created some waves in Hollywood recently, Jeff couldn't help but be curious.

Therefore, Jeff completely ignored Darren, his gaze fixed on Ansen. After responding with a smile, he continued to speak.

"Tonight, you've caused quite a stir."

Stir (mess). Jeff used a word with negative connotations, and his words inevitably carried a hint of probing, his eyes carefully watching Ansen.

Ansen, however, didn't panic.

If he were eighteen, fresh out of the gate, he would probably be panicking at this moment; however, he wasn't.

"Indeed." Ansen nodded slightly, looking at Jeff with clear eyes. "So, it's a good thing. I guess everyone is curiously asking right now: Why him?"

One sentence, double meaning.

First layer: In Hollywood, no news is bad news. For newcomers like Ansen, whether it's a stir or attention, it's a crucial step, so of course, it's good news.

Second layer: When everyone pays attention to Ansen, they will inevitably be curious about who this guy is. A serious inquiry will reveal that Ansen only has one work, "Friends." So, what will everyone think?

"Why him?"

A curiosity, an investigation—one can now foresee the gossip and exploration surrounding Ansen.

Including Jeff in front of him.

Ansen, with clear eyes, met Jeff's gaze. His expression couldn't be clearer: See, you're curious.

In other words, Ansen threw the sarcasm back at Jeff, implying that even Jeff couldn't avoid it.

How could Jeff not hear that? A smile immediately crept onto the corners of his eyes, and he said meaningfully, "You're very clever, you don't look like it."

Ansen's lips also curled up, celebrating with a small fist pump, "Thank you. Then that means I've succeeded."

Succeeded? Succeeded in what?

Even the seasoned Jeff was slightly stunned, a beat slow, his mind turning a corner before he realized—

The vase image is deceptive, just like when people see a blonde beauty, they often assume she's all looks and no brains due to stereotypes; but in fact, blonde hair has no connection to intelligence, so they can instead use this advantage to create opportunities for themselves.

Ansen was the same.

His handsome appearance was the best camouflage. Everyone naturally assumed Ansen was a vase, a model, and naturally underestimated him.

Soon, they would all realize they were terribly wrong. Ansen was like a chameleon.

See, even Jeff was no exception.

When Jeff realized that he had actually been teased by Ansen, not only was he not angry, but a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

In Hollywood, there are many handsome men and beautiful women, and many smart people, but there are even more who are conceited and think they are clever, and countless people who overestimate themselves and can't find their place.

Obviously, Ansen was not one of them.

Jeff didn't look at Ansen, but subconsciously turned to look at Darren.

Darren, who was being neglected as the introducer, spread his hands, his face calm, "Yes, I taught him all of this."

—A lie.

The serious and nonsense posture was too obvious.

"Ha." Jeff laughed directly. He finally knew why the two old foxes, David Klein and Darren, praised Ansen so highly. "Haha."

Back and forth, the brief collision between Darren and Jeff was also full of sparks, and laughter surged again.

If someone hadn't called out, and Jeff had confirmed that he had to go as the host, he would have been happy to stay and chat for a while longer.

But in the end, Jeff turned to leave, sincerely hoping that Ansen would have a pleasant night here. Smiling, he took a step, but after walking two steps, he looked back at Ansen and Darren, a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and looked at Ansen again before leaving.

Compared to words, actions are always more convincing. Obviously, Ansen had indeed left a deep impression, taking a solid step tonight.

Watching Jeff leave, Darren gently patted Ansen on the back, without saying much. This action was already the best praise.

However, tonight was not over.

Jeff was just one of the many big shots. Such occasions and opportunities were rare.

The difference was that now Darren could confidently let Ansen explore and open up the situation himself. He believed that Ansen could do better than if he were to hold his hand and take him to the big shots like a hen protecting her chicks, only to receive perfunctory treatment in a social setting.

"Be free, just be yourself."

Darren said.

Then, Darren turned and left.

Ansen hadn't even had time to take a step to explore, he didn't even know where the buffet table was—

He swore, he was really hungry.

For the awards ceremony, he hadn't eaten since ten in the morning, rushing all the way, he needed to replenish some sugar now.

Turning around, Ansen saw Brad Renfro coming on stage in a panic.

Brad's eyes were a little nervous and a little dazed, constantly searching in the crowd. When he finally saw Ansen, he rushed over as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Ansen, I need help."

Although he didn't understand the situation yet, he could tell from the slightly trembling voice that Brad was very nervous.

Ansen didn't rush, but handed him the champagne in his hand, "Calm down, take it slow."

Brad drank the champagne in one gulp, but couldn't help but frown slightly as soon as it entered his mouth, because Ansen had been holding the champagne, and the temperature of his palm had made the champagne a little warm, affecting the taste, but Brad couldn't care about that at this time, and then poured all the remaining champagne into the depths of his throat.

"Huff..."

"God, I, uh, oh, Jesus Christ, I think I've finally encountered the acting opportunity I've been dreaming of, but it seems to have disappeared again, and I don't know what to do."

"Damn it!"

Second update.