From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Ryan Gosling, among the Y generation actors born after 1980, is very unique. He is often active in small-budget independent art films, but can also bring wonderful performances in commercial blockbusters. He is not a typical handsome guy, but his own charm has won the love of countless women.

At twenty years old, Ryan Gosling hadn't started working out yet. His thin and weak body was like a piece of paper, with a low-key temperament of melancholy and sorrow.

Despite his youth, one could already see his unique charm. At this moment, he was talking with Richard, his deep expression faintly revealing thought.

Anson couldn't help but wonder, what would it be like if Brad Renfro and Ryan were paired up?

Brad's rebellious yet fragile, melancholic yet broken temperament is somewhat similar to Michael Pitt's, yet slightly different. The feeling of wandering the world, sleeping on the streets, and burning life's destruction is coldly and fragilely condensed in Brad's eyes, and that is the difference.

And Ryan's decadence, despair, and determination are another kind of charm.

Perhaps they can spark some sparks and bring different chemical reactions to "Murder by Numbers."

Change is scary; the unknown is panic.

But in fact, change or the unknown also represents hope.

"Brad, this is not an audition, nor is it a competition."

Anson enlightened Brad, who was obviously still a little burdened by actively promoting himself and competing with other actors.

"You are creating, creating characters, with producers, directors, and other actors. So, there is no need to think too much. Frankly express your own ideas, and generate more inspiration through collision and communication."

"Didn't Richard just say that he liked your ideas?"

"So, just be yourself."

Brad took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

After taking a small half step forward, Brad realized something and turned to look at Anson again, "Aren't you coming with me?"

The corners of Anson's mouth turned up slightly, "Brad, if you compete with me for a role, you don't have any chance of winning."

That confident look was actually a joke.

Brad immediately reacted, "Ha. Ha. Very funny." He raised his middle finger at Anson, his nervousness slightly relieved, and stepped forward again. Although he was still a little shaky, he didn't stop again, and his back slowly straightened.

Anson didn't turn around and leave immediately, watching Brad approach and start talking, and then he felt a little relieved.

Ryan could be seen in his sight—

Richard's attention was completely on Ryan, so Ryan noticed Brad first. In addition to being a little surprised, he subconsciously scanned around and saw Anson at a glance.

The crowd was surging, the wine glasses were clinking, and the slightly drunk haze was noisy, but even so, Anson's tall figure could be captured at a glance.

Following Anson's gaze, Ryan saw Brad, a hint of understanding in his eyes, and when he looked at Anson again, he raised the champagne in his hand to signal.

Anson didn't avoid it either, raised his right hand to signal, and didn't leave in a hurry, continuing to stand in place, taking out a candy from his pocket.

Because Brad's matter was more urgent, Anson didn't have time to find the buffet location. When he accidentally passed by, he saw a candy bowl and grabbed two, and now he could finally catch his breath. Before continuing to look for food, he had to replenish some sugar, otherwise he would start to feel dizzy.

Across a distance, Ryan saw Anson's movements.

Pfft.

A mouthful of champagne almost spurted out.

Just right, Brad saw the opportunity.

Although he had just approached, Ryan and Richard were talking, and it would be rude to interrupt rashly, which might be counterproductive. So he had been waiting patiently. At this time, seeing the opportunity, he provided Ryan with a paper towel, silently drawing Richard's attention over.

Perfect!

But the point is that Darren and David Crane escorted him in front; and the red carpet and awards ceremony tonight made a big splash, and Jeff Robinov inadvertently mentioned Anson tonight, and the name became hot all of a sudden.

Then, one by one, industry insiders who knew or didn't know each other appeared in front of Anson, spreading out this big net of Hollywood.

Now Anson finally understands why publicists are so important.

In such occasions, strange faces are like crucian carp crossing the river. One or two hundred people, or even more, may be met in one night. Most of the faces are only met once, and they talk for a short while; coupled with the slight drunkenness of alcohol, those names have long been turned into a ball of paste and stirred together. How can they be recognized when they meet again?

So, publicists play such a role, accompanying clients to parties, and they are responsible for remembering the identity and name of every important person—

In "The Devil Wears Prada", Anne Hathaway's character showed her skills for the first time in such an occasion, and she firmly seized the opportunity.

However, even without Eve's help and Darren's escort, Anson did a good job, unfolding the conversation with ease and familiarity.

Anson also seized the opportunity, just like his wit on the red carpet tonight, showing his charm with appropriate actions at the right moment, stopping at the right point, being neither humble nor arrogant. Even if there are occasional small accidents, Anson can always make up for it with witty and humorous handling.

No wonder, more than one person has witnessed Anson and Jeff talking happily. It seems that Anson's performance at the awards ceremony tonight was not guided by a master.

The party is still going on, but the rumors about Anson have been updated to the second and third waves, and various speculations are becoming more and more intense between different versions of changes.

Not to mention those party professionals, even an "outsider" like Scarlett Johansson has heard the name Anson Wood more than once.

However, Scarlett doesn't care about these things. The only thing on her mind right now is—

Leave here.

Scarlett: Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

Wandering all the way, shaking all the way, walking through the surging crowd, like a wandering soul, obviously the scene is lively and extraordinary, but she only feels lonely.

Her footsteps left the hustle and bustle, gradually moving towards those quiet corners.

Creak.

Scarlett pushed open a door and poked her head in, only to see a figure shaking inside: Ah, bad.

Too late to look around.

"Sorry!"

Scarlett closed her eyes tightly, quickly backed out and closed the door, standing at the door, her heart beating like a drum.

Fifth update.